Chapter 79

Over a hundred magical beasts had gathered together, their mournful cries and roars echoing intermittently through the air. Among them were many at the eighth and ninth levels, and even some of the Sacred and Celestial tiers.

Qiu Renjie and Zhou Youhe, both gentle in temperament, did not wish to neglect their rare guests, often engaging them in conversation.

Thus, even if the emperor dies, without formidable skill, the murderer cannot hope to ascend the throne—unless he comes fully prepared, with every plan in place.

Nelson’s expression was solemn. He glanced at Chen Si, then at Sorin Gyatso beside him. Sorin Gyatso’s brow was deeply furrowed. Seeing the gravity in Sorin Gyatso’s face, Chen Si knew the bald monk’s heart was hardly free of worries, and he made a mental note to pay him extra attention.

Zhu Yuanlong involuntarily took several steps back. “Your cultivation? Have you turned to demonic arts?” Within Li Yaqin’s musical radiance, the world seemed to lose its color, blood light bursting forth! Shadows, neither demonic nor divine, flickered into being.

Aside from He Fang, the other three could still match their opponents evenly; they were not in immediate danger. During the fight, they would occasionally deal fatal blows to the lower-ranked disciples nearby.

“Please, all four of you, come inside and speak,” the man’s demeanor shifted to respectful, making a gesture of invitation.

“Don’t be like this, we’re in a hospital! Stay away from me, I’m still injured,” Xue’er hurriedly protested, trying to escape. This man—really? She had done nothing, so why was it like this?

The timing was wrong, the place was wrong, and the people were wrong. This enigmatic young Taoist—she could not fathom his purpose in coming here.

“Qu?” Ren Yaoqi mused inwardly. Han Dongshan would certainly not honor another family’s ancestral tablet, so it was likely “Qu” was his true surname.

If that blood radiance and Wu Zhengxie’s second punch landed, Xiong Yuan would surely die here; even as a divine-level powerhouse, he would not escape death.

The soldiers took their armor from their packs, helping each other gear up. Once the men were armored, they dressed their warhorses in front and back plates. When horse and rider were fully equipped, they mounted their steeds with some difficulty, aided by the laborers.

Yelü Sagge knew that resistance now would be unwise, so she allowed Nanxing to restrain her without protest.

“Yue’ai, rest well. Amanda, help take care of her. All of you, keep watch—I need to see Li! Betty, you stay here! No trouble, I’m just in town.” As Ling Feng finished speaking and moved to leave, Betty followed, so he ordered her to stay and not come along.

I know television is all lies; that method won’t work at all, so I need to quickly think of another way.

It’s no wonder he was suspicious. Whenever Zhao Shijie encountered matters concerning Xu Lingtian, he became overly scrupulous—at least in his eyes. Such favor went beyond what one would show a subordinate; even a legitimate son would not be so indulged.

As for Blackstone Town, it remained quite safe. The Radiant Alliance had only launched a few probing attacks, each leaving nothing behind but a field of corpses.

Qin Lei rolled his eyes and said irritably, “Might as well load it into the ‘shit’ plan.” He thought, You don’t know how Wu Yong hijacked the birthday treasury, so you find this novel. But compared to the Wise Star, my plan stinks.

At this moment, Mu Yaping appeared calm, and Old Jiang seemed equally unperturbed. This was expected; for them, the issue was not Japan’s surrender, but what would happen afterward. Once everyone had time to celebrate, Mu Yaping nodded to Old Jiang.

I knelt there and wept aloud. Yang Zilong pulled me up, patted my shoulder, then held me in his arms. I cried for a long, long time—my voice was hoarse and my tears all spent.

Chen Luo’s hand loosened, and Song Qingguo collapsed onto the bed, clutching his throat, mouth agape, gasping for air.

The outer disciples’ stipends were meager. Even Fang Yan received only five taels of silver a month. When they saw the silver, their eyes immediately sparkled.

For example, a skilled special forces veteran who went astray would be much more troublesome than an ordinary person—let alone other gifted individuals.

This person was none other than Murong Cun, who had left the assembly earlier. Murong Cun had resolved that no matter who was chosen at the meeting, he would send someone to intercept Zi Jie and Shao Mingjie on their way home.

Shen Zheng insisted on guarding the main gate, earning a fierce scolding from Shen Yue for wasting time and not thinking things through. If Fang Zheng dared to take the main gate, he’d have to write his name backward.

Unfortunately, Le Xue truly had issues. Even when everyone sat beside her and discussed her, she didn’t lift her eyelids, utterly indifferent to everything around her.

Lighting a cigarette, I reflected: the person I owe most in this life is Zuo Zhu. He was always wholeheartedly good to me, but I never trusted him. In the end, even after his death, he was still looking out for me. If there’s another life, I hope I won’t meet him again, for I would only bring him harm.

As the saying goes, business is business. The demon folk hardly make a good impression, but Ji Shuhan is different. There’s no reason to snub someone who’s extended a helping hand—it would be tantamount to deliberately provoking conflict.

The officials sat in lonely silence, exchanging glances until, almost unconsciously, they formed a united front. Entangled and awkward, they all looked to the one with a pointed nose and monkey-like cheeks.

Though the two hundred or so disciples of the Cangjian Sect were not experts, among the escapees were quite a few skilled individuals.

Mo Longxian was a fine person, but he could only ever be like a younger sister to me. If I had hope in my heart, it would be for Su Luolan. After all, I stayed at her home for so long—even though nothing was spoken, we both understood each other’s feelings.

“You simply weren’t diligent enough. If you lose this competition, just wait and see!” Wei Xiang threatened, then abruptly hung up.