Chapter 109: Divide and Rule (Combined Part)

Snow suddenly began to fall from the heavens, white light streaming down like rain.

The Grand Minister of Fate stood atop the Tower of the Celestial Pinnacle, overlooking the tumultuous capital. Chaos reigned within the Forbidden City—an impending storm was upon them.

“You miscalculated,” said Li the Blind, calmly sipping his tea and watching the snow beside the Grand Minister. His tone was leisurely, as if the upheaval shaking the court and city was merely a brief farce soon to subside on its own.

Yet he seemed more concerned about the Grand Minister’s divination.

“Hold your troops.” The cold, stern command fell like a blade, and with a flick of his sleeve, Yun Shitian strode toward the direction in which Luo Yu was departing.

The celestial star, long exhausted and powerless, could barely stand. Seeing Niu Meng’s palm strike out, he was unable to evade. Resigned, he slowly closed his eyes, awaiting the arrival of death.

Yan Liu’s words thundered like a bolt from the blue, startling me. He swung his firewood blade, and with a single strike, cleaved the old locust tree. Blood gushed from the wound, staining the ground crimson.

Yang Lixuan handed over ten gold coins. “The rest of the money is more than that. After all, a fine iron axe requires many materials.” He smiled wryly at himself.

Later, Xiao Yumiao plucked several spiritual fruits from the pocket dimension and ate them, dispelling the weariness of travel until his spirits were fully restored.

Li Lan listened attentively, curiosity piqued. After a moment’s thought, she said, “Why not ascend to greatness? It’s a good dream; your company will surely prosper.”

“Shhh—!” Like the tearing of a cloth, a dark cloud was instantly severed in two. From the sky, it slowly descended, and from the split black cloud, scattered humanoid shapes fell.

She dared not dwell on it or attempt to understand. The path ahead seemed shrouded in mist. For now, she could only keep a low profile, shield herself, and quietly observe, seeking an opportunity to turn the tide.

After the grand farewell ceremony concluded, the ministers bowed to the imperial consort and dispersed through the Xuanwu Gate. Yet the concubines who followed the emperor down the white jade platform exchanged ambiguous glances, their eyes flickering between Qingyi and Ru Yue, as if anticipating a clash between two tigers.

Among them were Song Ning and Yang Pu, both outstanding talents from the local lord’s household, now advanced immortal cultivators stalled at this stage for several years, striving to break through to the early immortal realm.

Indeed, when the explosive force expelled her from the passage, the enchanted binding rope grasped by the gloved beast slave was stuck to her. This was no coincidence but a plan arranged in advance by Jin Yichen.

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