Chapter 54 Q

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At that moment, a piece of wood suddenly fell from the carriage. Hu Buyi, watching the carriage depart, clearly saw that the wood had fallen from a large wooden barrel, which now bore a new hole in its side.

So many soldiers, so many elite members of the Crown Prince’s army who had accompanied him across the seas, had already fallen in foreign lands. Chen Langya would never leave at such a time, no matter what.

In the pavilion, a man dressed in plain clothes sat alone, gazing into the distance as if his spirit had drifted beyond the world, oblivious to anyone approaching.

While neighbors on the street clamored to visit the tavern run by Song Zhiyin, inside the tavern, Song Zhiyin was watching a live video of Han Donglin causing chaos on the island nation.

Though she saw Han Donglin and heard his voice, Liu Ruyan still felt it all unreal.

In the northern city of Lidu—formerly the imperial city of Beixuan—Yun Chengzheng and Shen Yu raised their cups in a final farewell.

Everyone had arrived; no one could be kept outside the door. Though Qin Feng was inwardly displeased, he could only invite her in, stepping aside to make way for Liang Xinzhi.

At this moment, the princes and princesses finally understood that Xiao Fan’s earlier behavior had been a ruse.

Holding the void in silence for a moment, he touched the Three Teachings mark on his chest and smiled lightly.

After two consecutive questions, the middle-aged man’s voice grew louder, as if anticipating something. Lü Xianger and Chaoxia climbed into the carriage without looking back, inwardly despising the man’s shameless audacity. For so many years, he had never cared once, and now he came pretending to be a caring father—did he think the world was full of fools?

At this moment, the two guards could not utter a word; they could only shake their heads repeatedly, silently begging Chu Mengyao to spare them.

Sensing something approaching, Ye Kuang stopped. Upon seeing Ye Zui, he prepared to continue tormenting the poor creature.

Tai Xuan felt a tremendous palm force press against his right hand. Hastily, he intensified his inner power, sending a continuous surge toward the old monk, who also amplified his energy to counter Tai Xuan.

The rain had been falling in Black Salt City for three months. The weather was chillingly gloomy, but fortunately, the city’s underground drainage system was well developed.

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“No, thank you. I think Chinese cuisine suits me better. As for what you mentioned, I’m not very fond of it,” Lü Qian responded.

“Thank you,” Lin Xuan nodded lightly. He did not require help, but he appreciated the attitude.

Endless myths and legends linger here. The Flame Emperor Shennong once sampled countless herbs here, saving the people from illness and early death.

Li Yun slowly approached Orochimaru and Jiraiya but remained vigilant. Ninjas would stop at nothing; he could not be sure if Hatake Sakumo had lost the resolve to complete his mission, so he kept his Reincarnation Eye fixed on Sakumo.

Jasmine retreated to the wall, seeing him stand, thinking he would advance. She shrank back against the wall but instead saw him stagger step by step, laughing wildly as he left the room.

The first choice was safe and practical, but Song Duanwu knew Mo Qingyan would never agree. The second carried risk—everything could be lost—but it was the choice Mo Qingyan wanted Song Duanwu to make.

Even the elders, eager to ask about Ling Susu’s battle, fell silent, gazing at Guo Lin with strange admiration.

Situ Xiao comforted Lady Li and sent someone to find Zheng Jiqing from the Zheng family. The messenger returned, reporting Zheng Jiqing was ill and unable to meet due to a shock. Situ Xiao immediately returned to the Young Marshal’s Mansion to arrange a city-wide search for Meng Zhu.

The emperor held great respect and trust for Nurse Jin Yun. After hearing her words, his expression softened somewhat.

“Ah... Although I had long guessed Li Yan would win, I didn’t expect him to do so easily. It seems he’s determined to force Joyce to step up,” Beryl shook her head with a bitter smile.

Before leaving, he told Lei Ming to cherish their time together; he wouldn’t disturb them for the next two weeks.

He had never seen her wear a qipao before, nor such a stunning one. His chopsticks paused mid-air as he watched her approach like a figure stepping out of a painting, a faint smile playing on her lips, taking delicate steps with an elegant bearing.

On one hand, he had to consider what to say and how to say it when visiting Elder Ning Hualing; on the other, he pondered Sima Qingyun’s intentions, truly a model of divided attention.

The mages’ guild’s schemes crackled loudly, but to Li Yan, they were of little consequence.

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A long, furious roar emerged from the deep pit, like a beast awakening, filled with immense power and resentment.

“Master, Mu Tianfei can no longer continue,” Lin Mu Tian also noticed this and reported to Xiao Yue.

On the blade of the lewd boy’s sword, four intertwined white lights appeared. The area covered by his true energy expanded, and his aura grew significantly stronger.

Zhou Minghao smiled as he countered her attacks. It was clear Fan Chen’s weakness was insufficient strength; although fast, she lacked offensive power, so her moves were easily neutralized. Even though she was frustrated to the core, she was helpless.

Because of prior promises made by the Corpse Flame Demon and Desire Demon, the three demons of the Heavenly Longevity stage valued Luo Ping so highly. To ensure success, they dispatched all three.

Though Yuan Huang’s arrows were unmatched in power, even the profoundly skilled one could only shoot twice within several days. This madman’s sudden frenzy—was it triggered by some stimulus? Or had he sensed some ominous force?

Only when Luo Ping began refining the Hundred Souls Spear did the man withdraw his gaze. Meanwhile, many others within the formation and barrier continued pouring energy into Luo Ping’s area.

Wang Zongjie grabbed hold, laughing: “We are brothers; no need for such formality. Come, come, sit in the hall and talk.” Saying this, he linked arms with Wang Zongbo as they entered the main hall, seating themselves as host and guest.

The ensuing situation left me disheveled. Each strike of the sword’s light narrowly grazed me. My eyes filled with hesitation, then I sighed and thought, “Enough. Use it.”

For more than ten days afterward, Zhou Bao and others remained at the Dingjun Mountain camp, busy with daily military drills and exercises.

My heart brimmed with disdain. Leng Wufeng often used the Mogu Sacred Land to suppress others, his arrogance overflowing. But this time, he had met his match—would the Dragon Clan fear your Mogu Sacred Land?