Chapter 97: White Snake, Green Snake (Request Follows!)

Several soldiers who had lost control of their Qi trembled violently, fell to their knees, and banged their heads on the ground like pounding garlic, weeping uncontrollably with tears and snot streaming down their faces.

After these people left, Zhong Siqi sat in the room without moving; with what had happened to Chu Laoba, she wasn’t the least bit anxious—she could only say he deserved it.

Thinking that the thousand-year-old problem plaguing the Celestial Empire had been solved by her elder brother, Ma Can felt a deep sense of pride.

Li Tianjian bowed to the King, who had prepared many words of praise—but then he noticed Li Tianjian’s gaze wasn’t on him at all.

Li Pinggui’s heart swelled with joy; he barked orders, and a large group of excited soldiers scattered, staring eagerly at the three adorable gunners.

“The Mo School holds no grudge against you either—have you become weak?” Qin Chu replied, as the Zhuxian Wusheng Sword Qi pierced through the Black Mountain Patriarch’s domain and then through his chest.

Time slipped away slowly; the flame inside the Xuanjia Ding before Qin Chu grew ever stronger. The Emperor-level Trial Pill was the supreme pill within the Emperor realm, the most rebellious against heaven’s law—a pill designed to assist those at the Emperor realm’s peak in ascending to the Great Emperor realm.

The city’s defensive cannons fired one after another; massive mortar shells the width of a water barrel launched skyward, while direct-fire cannons also fired to cover the retreating troops.

Su Yijin accepted the handkerchief without pretense, clutching it in her hand—she had little strength left, and the wound on her chest had gone numb.

The old man’s meals are now prepared by Mu Ling’er, strictly following the doctor’s instructions; anything lacking nutrition or harmful to the body is rejected.

In fact, after Grandpa Fan lay comatose in the hospital for a month, Shi Jiang had already become certain of one thing.

Only a day had passed when the news that Luo Juechen had become the sect leader spread through the outer sect.

Hu You rubbed his panda-like head and apologized with a smile: “I didn’t recognize you just now—I was wrong, okay?”

Everyone had seen Hu You trade with Luo Jin, so they all knew the White Silver Chest would open sooner or later—no one was surprised.

The carriage from the Central Holy Region had traveled safely through the Eastern Holy Region for several days. Along the way, it had quelled countless disturbances; those who had been watching from the periphery finally conceded helplessly that this convoy was beyond their reach—even if they abandoned their grudges and joined forces for a major strike, they would have no chance.

Hu You paid her no mind, assuming she was worried about his safety, which was why she stuck so closely.

The mansion built atop the hill offered an expansive view, overlooking a breathtaking night scene; called a Half-Mountain Luxury Villa, it had excellent feng shui, surrounded by mountains and embraced by water, rich in vegetation, quiet and secluded among verdant peaks, perfectly safeguarding the privacy that the wealthy valued most.

Indeed, You Cheng’s concern was not unfounded; after the three of them jogged for a while, Xie Yue and Hu Liena realized that within the limits of their vision, no other new recruits remained behind them.

Yue Ying yawned, then dressed and went to the riverbank to wash up—but under the firelight, she saw her own pale, terrified face reflected in the water.

With Yuan Mingqi’s issue resolved, temporarily housing these six men became a settled fact; Jiang Yuebai informed everyone in the envoy team first, then arranged their accommodations, and later procured several carriages for them in Ping’an County—everything fell into place.

No wonder Grandma never dealt with the later ghost incidents in Hao Village—she had simply been too weak to handle them at the time.

After Su Mu’s explanation, Su Rao learned that this man was an official sent from the city to inspect the countryside; finding no one in the village, he inquired and learned what had happened, arriving at Su’s home just in time to save her life.

In this world, comparing physical strength with Mao Shan cultivators who refine their bodies with lightning—I think very few fools would dare to challenge them; even Lei Zi doesn’t possess such strength.

But if the City God ascends and the scribe accompanies him, the scribe leaps directly to the top; even more, some current City Gods were once scribes themselves.

If it’s like the Haunted Mansion, then why do these ghosts exist—and by what medium?

If the price isn’t high, it’s not bad for wealthy families to buy one just for fun.

Zhao Nanbing, supported by several servants, stumbled out the front gate of Liu Xi’s mansion; on a step, he misstepped and nearly fell—but the servants caught him in time.

After disembarking—the men walked, of course; their carriages had been abandoned on the other side of the Yellow River in Kaifeng, so now they had no choice but to walk on foot.

Instantly, raindrops fell without warning—but strangely, only the area around Wen Yang’s feet, about twenty centimeters, was wet; everywhere else remained dry and crisp, as if heaven itself were mocking Wen Yang.

The first two times she got in the car, she immediately leaned against me and fell asleep, only waking up when we reached our destination.

“You don’t wash your own clothes—why do you force the new recruits to do it?” Zhong Guolong demanded aggressively.

Gong Tianhao whipped his horse again; the steed cried out in pain and increased its speed. The others did the same.

“It hurts.” Wei Yining returned, her hand wrapped like a rice dumpling; she was deliberately playing the pitiful card over this, while Shen Yihan hovered nearby, offering warm words and handling every detail for her.

This debate, unsurprisingly, lived up to its status as the finals—both sides displayed exceptional skill, trading sharp retorts, their verbal duels drawing continuous applause from the audience.

Autopsy by abdominal incision?! Everyone’s eyes widened in shock; they exchanged glances. Wasn’t this imperial physician too bold? How could he say such a thing?

She didn’t like sitting idle either; at this critical juncture, no better solution existed—so the only thing she could do was stabilize her own condition.