Chapter 91: The Hidden Piece

He was courting death. A tiny ant like him could be crushed beneath a careless foot. How dare he make an enemy of the Huang family?

I never expected the Huang family’s little princess to be so beautiful. And you—look at your face in a mirror before you speak. Do you think you are worthy?

By then, the remaining five direwolves had already withdrawn, and the demon wolves had fallen silent as well. They stood in place, their blood-red eyes fixed on the earthen slope.

Even the void seemed on the verge of shattering. The four of them stared in shock at the dark flame coiling around Shangguan Yunyao. The other three wore puzzled expressions, unable to tell what that flame was or how it could possess such terrifying power.

They laughed out loud, venting the joy in their hearts, praising Yuan Hong in grandiose tones for his extraordinary might, certain that the day when the tribe would prosper was not far off. Upon returning, they resolved to drive their own monkey brats into hard training and make them look to Yuan Hong as their example. Even if they could not match him, they had to at least use him as their standard and stop running wild every day.

Miyamoto Jiro’s heart leaped into his throat again, but at that moment Tamamo-no-Mae suddenly frowned and turned back toward the depths of the forest. The sound of rustling leaves drifted into everyone’s ears.

Those from the divine realm looked down on the central continent to begin with. Take Ji Mu, for example: he was indeed cautious enough, but the object of his caution was Chengyuan, the former great geomancer of the Qin school, not the Qin family of the central continent, and certainly not a mere Clearview City.

He swept his sleeve forward, and the five-element law rose in accordance with his will, manifesting countless dense filaments that clung forward like tentacles, tenaciously wrapping around the golden thread of rule from Lu Qiming’s side. It was plainly only a clash of pure laws, yet under Ji Mu’s peculiar method of control, it gave off a horrifying sound like ten thousand serpents gnawing.

Li Zhaoyuan did not want to be a savior. He was only an obscure shut-in from Earth. But since he had luckily obtained a certain measure of magical power, and had happened to save these innocent victims of cultivation, he could not help but make some plans and arrangements.

This was without question an outrageously enviable and hateful privilege, but unless necessary, no one would ever think of offending the Ede family; they would only seek to curry favor with them. The reason lay in the fact that the Ede family’s experts were devoted solely to the pursuit of power—defined in terms of the world some of them had once come from, they were the so-called research maniacs.

In an instant, Shangguan Yunyao appeared beside the man and slapped him twice across the face, sending him flying at once. He landed with his mouth full of blood; several teeth had been knocked out, and most comically of all, even his two front teeth were gone.

Life was far too dreary. It was rare to find something this entertaining. I might as well play along with them—why not?

This was Xu Feiyang’s Golden Light Incantation, a third-rank sacred-tier technique. Among sacred-tier techniques, it was the lowest grade, but after all it was still sacred-tier; its power was nonetheless astonishing.

Zuo Jun let out a long breath. Just a moment ago he had been worried that if his senior martial brother refused to let Fang Shier remain in the Armory Tower, he truly would not know what to do.

Zi Mo’s inadvertent expression of admiration was seen clearly by all three of them: Bei Xuan, Dong Qing, and Nan Que.

What Qin Yang had not expected was that Old Master He had come as well, as though he were the one assigned to protect the wedding ceremony of the Guo family this time.

Lu Chen did not know why the School of Confucianism possessed such a complete White Jade Capital, but this should involve a confidential matter between the Confucian and Daoist schools, so he could not be bothered to ponder it.

The flying sword returned to the house, and then Canghai Kui walked out, glancing at Lu Chen with a smug snort.

Cao Peng took a sip as well. The tea was fragrant and refreshing; truly, only in such places could one drink tea so authentic and refined.