Chapter 39: The Heaven-Turning Seal

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As the flames soared into the sky, the soldiers of the Jiazi Battalion were already carrying a massive log and ramming it against the stronghold’s gate. All kinds of sounds came from within—roars, wails, screams, and pleas for mercy.

Su Yang’s face instantly turned livid with anger. As expected, that old bastard, Lord Jiulu, was utterly unreliable. He had actually guessed the wrong supernatural ability, and they had nearly brought about a catastrophe.

“I... I need to use the restroom!” Wang Junjie swayed a few times, finally unable to resist his body’s urgent demand.

Inside the transport ship, red lights flashed incessantly, casting the faces of the flustered members of the four races in a ghastly glow. They exchanged bewildered looks. What was happening? Hadn’t Her Highness Alma already taken control of this vanguard fleet? Why would they still do something like this?

“He kept everything stored on his computer. I think that was the real means he intended to use to blackmail you. He deserved to die... so I killed him, just last night.” After speaking those final words, Wang Bai quietly looked at her.

For that reason, he had no choice but to board a whaling ship, only to discover that the vessel’s purpose was far from ordinary. The journey had been one complication after another.

Yun Zheng, Lang Lige, and Sun Qizhi sat around the stove in a roadside thatched shelter, warming themselves by the fire while waiting for the bamboo rat roasting in the pot. Watching the royal descendants flee in such a sorry state, Yun Zheng pointed toward the mountain path and spoke to the silent Sun Qizhi.

Of course, it would also be inaccurate to say that the phasing ability completely encompassed the illusion ability, because the two were fundamentally different in principle.

The table was made from nailed-together rough timber, while the stools were simply sections of tree trunk. No one knew how long this shop had been open; both the tables and stools had been soaked in grease until they gleamed a deep, oily black.

Lying alone on the bed, Du Bian missed Sister Blood Guanyin terribly. She had said she would return within half a month at most, but that much time had already passed. Clearly, the fighting on her side was fierce, and she had been unable to extricate herself.

One type consisted mostly of elderly people who came here to cultivate their minds and bodies. If they encountered a genuine article, they might purchase it for their collections; even if it was not authentic, they could still appreciate its artistic form. Such people generally had refined tastes. They looked far more often than they bought.

For a time, the two sides faced one another in a standoff, neither able to do anything to the other. Although the Prince of Yue’s forces outnumbered their opponents, and their martial skills had improved compared with the first group, they still could not be considered experts. Moreover, numbers had one drawback: their coordination was inadequate. More and more soldiers were knocked down.

“Interrogation”? Sister Moon could not help shuddering. At least he had helped you avert a conflict, hadn’t he?

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Each of these three forces possessed a colossal energy array, powerful enough to serve as a nuclear umbrella.

And the next massive demonic invasion might involve neither a few meteorites nor the tearing open of a rift between worlds. It might bring utter destruction instead.

Moreover, just a few hours earlier, Grandmaster Ning Zongwu had come here in secret and reported the matter to him.

He challenged one hundred and thirty-five pounds—and succeeded again. This time, however, it had been extraordinarily difficult; his entire body had been swaying.

Mount Bukhan was Hancheng’s natural shield and a strategically vital defensive position in the north. Even today, large numbers of troops remained stationed nearby to guard against a sudden attack from the Northern Dynasty. Bukhan Mountain Park was one of Hancheng’s famous scenic attractions, and the Auspicious Cloud Temple, built by the Tang-dynasty Master Wonhyo, stood there as well.

It had to be said that Jeong Li-gun, in her early thirties, was at the most beautiful stage of her life. Her figure was slightly full, her face round, and her bearing ethereal. Together with the many legends about her preserved in his memory, it truly stirred an impulse and desire to ravish her.

At that moment, the upper half of the broken horsetail whisk finally fell to the ground with a faint sound. But immediately afterward, it sprang back up... It was not only that broken half of the whisk; even Li Xun and the others on the ground were shaken by the earth’s wave-like tremors until they could no longer sit steadily. For a moment, they were all in a thoroughly wretched state.

Sui Piaoyun concealed her embarrassment with a graceful smile, claiming that guests had arrived at her home, then pulled Li Ruolin away with her.

Unconsciously, his fingers brushed across the many carved marks. He sensed the childish innocence that remained within them, as well as the dense, oppressive yin energy that had accumulated there over several decades.

“Since the Chinese side frequently redeploys engineering troops, we assumed this was a routine change of defenses. We therefore did not continue monitoring them,” the official replied.

“Rock-paper-scissors?” The team members looked at one another, each seeing the shock in the others’ eyes. Was this chairman really that “kindhearted”? He actually wanted them to settle it with rock-paper-scissors?

Although his words had been filled with imposing confidence, how could he possibly believe so easily that a young man was capable of putting him to death?

Lu Fei gestured for everyone to remain silent. Yes, they could not disturb these panda cubs...

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“It must be Director Chang! He has already arrived. Before coming, he instructed us that if a gentleman came looking for him, we were to take him straight inside. This way, sir!” The waiter answered respectfully, then led Wu Kai forward.

Enough was enough! The Black Dragon opened its enormous jaws and spat out two streams of corrosive breath condensed into lines, aiming directly at the Lava Destroyer that was slaughtering the dark elf mages across the ground.

The reason Doro had designed such an outrageous examination was precisely to select candidates with steadfast wills and sufficiently thick skin.

“It was Yingjun. He just rushed into the sea of flames to save someone.” Hei Zi hurriedly recounted what had happened.

“What I do is my business. What other people think is theirs.” Mu Rong Lanxin explained her principles to him.

Never mind that the man surnamed Jiang was no match for Chu Liu. Even if he could defeat Chu Liu, why would they have come into conflict in the first place?

Even if it made sense logically, Xiao Kaiyang had lived through most of his life. Relying solely on his experience in dealing with people and situations, he still could not bring himself to believe it completely.

The next morning, the two rose early. Situ Haoyu dragged someone into a morning workout, and only released him when Cheng Lingzhi glared at him with a dark expression.

The ink on the painting had not yet dried, clearly having been applied only moments earlier. It contained nothing but a pair of beautiful eyes. There was no need to say more; Mo Langyue knew exactly where those eyes had come from.

“No, Sister Ruoxi, I have to go find Brother Muchen. It has been so long—something must have happened to him.” In the end, Mu Wan’er could wait no longer and insisted on getting out of the car to search for Yingjun.

Park Sam-cheon, sent flying by Yingjun’s knee strike, spat out a mouthful of blood in midair. Block stopped his airborne body as he arrived and asked with a slight frown, “Park, are you all right?”

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