Chapter 119: 116 Value (5k)

Yu Xing’s New Year was well-planned.

He observed his uncle’s new grapevines, brought gifts and red envelopes to visit his grandparents, and then… fell into thoughtful reflection on life and career, just as planned.

Of course, to Yu Guosheng…

Lying on the sofa, playing news, half-closed eyes, occasionally smoking openly—what kind of ancestral treatment is this??

Yu Guosheng fumed, finally unable to hold back, storming into the kitchen toward his wife.

What Minghe feared most was not these eight Hunyuan beings, but the heavenly dao of the Five Regions; according to Minghe’s estimation, all five regions were likely mid-sized worlds, though their exact tier could only be confirmed upon closer inspection—should the heavenly dao of these five mid-sized worlds unite, Minghe would be overwhelmed.

However, Shennong was deeply devoted to the human race; despite the hardship, he gritted his teeth and persisted. Time slipped away unnoticed, and three years passed in this way—Shennong had fully adapted to his role as the common leader of humanity.

This elder was a Yuan clan patriarch, holding immense status within the Yuan clan, a pillar of stability. For this campaign across the river into Yuyang Commandery, four clan elders accompanied the army—nearly half the Yuan clan’s total strength, demonstrating their absolute determination to seize Yuyang.

It muttered as it walked, burning through multiple walls until it reached the massive safe door.

It possessed multiple functions: when closed, it could unexpectedly flick the wine cup to knock enemies unconscious; during gunfights, it was impervious to bullets, and its semi-transparent, ink-green canopy allowed clear targeting of enemies from within.

Three muffled thuds echoed; three figures spewed blood and flew backward like boulders through the air, smashing through the training ground’s walls and crashing down far beyond sight.

Tongtian nodded; Laozi’s analysis was sound, but they remained uneasy—what exactly had Minghe traded with the Wu clan for the Hongmeng purple qi? Without knowing this, they could not be at ease; yet only the Twelve Wu Ancestors and Minghe knew the details of the deal, and for now, they could not guess a thing.

“Good, let’s ask those four old men again—if they confirm it too, then today we’ll witness a historic moment!” Chen Guotai said excitedly.

In the quiet chamber, Minghe began restoring his primordial energy. Though he had just shattered Qitian’s physical form with ease, he was now on the brink of exhaustion—the heavenly punishment had drained him severely, and the final strike against Qitian had consumed nearly all his magic power and primordial energy.

Turbulence, shockwaves—gone in an instant. The ink-white figure, engulfed in flames, remained unharmed, not a single line on his brow altered.

The first wave of troops entering the pass numbered fewer than sixty thousand; once Shanxi and Sili stabilized somewhat, Liu Fan would mobilize a second wave into Guanlong.

These men all wore terrified expressions, shielding themselves with true qi, glowing brightly, as if facing an imminent, dire threat.

Tang Rui had already understood the inexplicable authority Li He held within this team; now, she naturally turned to him, just opening her mouth to say “Li He” when the situation inside shifted.

With this revelation, everyone lost their composure. It turned out that the Silver Moon Lord of the Demon Realm, to preserve the realm’s purity, permitted only a select few demons to return.

Chen Fan shook his head inwardly; no wonder, in later years, Xuanxiao was left frozen with no one ever attempting to rescue him—only when Yun Tianhe appeared did the Three Cold Artifacts surface. Beyond Su Yao’s role, it was likely also because he had alienated nearly everyone in Qionghua Sect with his arrogance.

“Oh come on, if you’re not eating, I’ll eat first—so slow!” Shen Haoying muttered, reaching for the fish head of the braised fish without a trace of awkwardness.

I left two rows of footprints on my way here, and it hasn’t snowed since—so where did the injured person’s footprints go?