Chapter 116: Traveling Together

While the father and son of the eldest branch enjoyed their harmony, the atmosphere in the main banquet hall turned icy.

After Lu Yalan left, the second concubine tactfully took Lu Yahe and excused herself. As the guests departed, the scene that had just been bustling with clinking glasses and lively chatter was left cold, littered with the remnants of the feast.

The three members of the second branch sat directly opposite the matriarch. Surrounded by empty chairs, they resembled two opposing sides locked in a silent standoff.

After a long while, the matriarch issued an order to Lu Shibang: "Resign from your post and return to Yancheng."

Although Lu Shibang enjoyed throwing his weight around in front of his children, he remained respectful toward his mother. He was startled by this uncompromising command. Even though he had intended to use the Mu family's connections to re-establish himself in Yancheng...

The lieutenant who wanted to return to his unit was practically kidnapped by Wang Cheng. Since joining the Red Army, Wang Cheng had endured nothing but shelling, and he had developed an obsession with artillery. Even though they only had one decrepit mountain gun and very few shells left after the Pingchuan battle, Wang Cheng still refused to let the man go.

"Let’s get straight to the point. I want you to leave Brother Xuan. Never appear before him again as long as you live," Lian Die said, pointing at Wuming.

Jiang Yan was indeed the easiest person to kill, but killing her was not so simple, because Hua Qingyi would not allow it. As long as Hua Qingyi stood in the way, it would not be easy for Po Jun to take her life.

Canxing opened her eyes, clear as water. Her icy features combined with that gaze to create the image of a stunning, cold-hearted beauty.

"Is Her Majesty the Empress Dowager well?" She was the Empress Dowager, after all; even while tormented by pain, she maintained her composure. However, the long-sleeved, gold-chrysanthemum-patterned gown she hadn't changed since last night betrayed her agony—she hadn't even been able to sleep.

With the gates of heaven in sight, Lolita staked everything. Her beautiful face twisted into a hideous mask as countless flying petals transformed into blades, lunging straight toward Aier’s face.

Qingqing had once said that after imbuing the psychic jade with spiritual consciousness, one could sense the location of others holding the same jade. As it turned out, her words were true.

In the past, people would surely have thought this fellow was far too arrogant, but at this moment, no one thought so.

Shangguan Zisu burned with rage. Had Lin Meimian not held her back, Mo Ziyun would have long since perished under her sword for such behavior.

Lin Xiaoli stared blankly at Lin Meimian and murmured, "Miss Lin is truly beautiful." Unaware, his sword fell to the ground while he continued to gaze at her.

No! Qin Chuan did not believe the opponent would be so resolute. Sure enough, a moment later, a blood-red shadow appeared a hundred paces away. Something was thrown, and then the shadow vanished into the void.

Huang Liangchen rolled over, trembling as he looked at the wound on his chest. He knew the opponent had held back; otherwise, he would already be dead.

There was no need to wonder; he was being carried along by those corpse silkworms. Where were they taking him?

Facing the monster’s assault, a subtle, imperceptible curve touched the corners of Li Yang’s mouth as he suddenly lunged forward to clash with the creature.

After a brief silence, the training ground erupted into a cacophony, noisy and bustling like a massive marketplace. Everyone was loudly venting the emotions they had kept suppressed.

Everyone was stunned. They had never imagined that this Nie Bin before them could be so arrogant and overbearing.

"Wrong! Someone is playing tricks! Pangu Axe Spirit, you are courting death!" The Demon King’s voice sounded furious. His body flickered, and countless demonic energies surged into the sky, crashing violently into the Pangu Axe hovering above.

It was clear that here, the word did not mean "to send." Beyond its primary meaning, it also implied "to lodge or dwell."

That deep sense of powerlessness was something he had not felt for a long time, not since he had attained the status of a Nine-Heaven Tribulation Buddha.

Under the immense suction force of the Heavenly Wolf Palace, the towering figure did not even sway. Simultaneously, a dense barrage of light energy bombarded the side of the palace, the deafening, rapid-fire thuds echoing across the sky.

Previously, they had all looked down upon this martial cultivator with green-grade talent, but the result of that battle had been a harsh slap in the face.