111. The Answer (Two Chapters Combined)

The moment the commotion echoed from within the palace tower, Su Zhichiu and his companion, who had been waiting outside, pushed the doors open and entered.

Inside, the chamber was in total disarray. Tea sets were overturned on the tables and chairs, and clear, trickling rivulets dripped onto the pear-wood floor with a rhythmic "ticking" sound. The long blade lay discarded, its edge bearing a crescent-shaped notch, while the severed dragon bone rested beside it in two pieces. Wisps of blue smoke still curled from an overturned candlestick, and the corpse of the Second Prince, its head and torso parted, lay in silent stillness.

Just as Feng Wu stripped the purple robe away, the entire space shuddered violently, followed by a blinding flash of light. A lightning orb over a meter in diameter struck Li Yunhu, but it did not dissipate; instead, it surged into him as he plummeted vertically to the ground, fracturing into countless bolts of electricity that radiated outward.

With the arrival of Cameron and the ten Elf Elders, the defenders finally found a glimmer of hope. However, although Cameron could fell a werewolf warrior with a single arrow, even with his and the elders' support, they could not turn the tide against the thousands of werewolf troops.

He, of course, could not fathom this. After all, Tang Yun practiced the same Yin-Yang Foundation Establishment Technique as Ye Tian; even if its effects were far less potent than his, it was still beyond the reach of an ordinary cultivator like himself.

Hearing the Princess’s reply, the servants were overjoyed, immediately serving up her favorite dishes. Seeing the elaborate variety of delicacies, Xiyue finally found some appetite.

"This fragrance must be medicinal. For a single pill to emit such a rich scent, the potency must be immense. This is no ordinary pill." Among those attending the auction were experts who recognized its value, instantly identifying the extraordinary nature of the pill.

As he spoke, he turned to look at the Six-Eared Macaque beside him, only to see the same look of astonishment on the creature's face. The Macaque shook its head, signaling that it had heard nothing of Taibai Jinxing’s movements in the mortal realm.

A life of ease and happiness easily leads to complacency and laziness; this is true not only for primates but even for beasts with the most rudimentary of minds.

Without hesitation, Jiang Hao gripped the Demon-Suppressing Sword firmly and stepped forward into the hall.

In the eyes of these foreign sycophants, no matter what the mainland achieved, it would always be inferior to foreign lands. They could always conjure up all sorts of bizarre excuses to disparage the martial artists and Daoist practitioners of China, painting them as utterly worthless.

In front of the martial arts hall lay a concrete courtyard of seven or eight hundred square meters. Wooden racks stood upon it, bristling with axes, halberds, hooks, and forks, while pairs of stone locks were scattered across the ground. Many disciples were there, practicing with vigorous shouts.

Xia Ning’s heart skipped a beat. If Leon was concerned about this, could the ring hold some special significance?

She had dreamt a long, long dream, but she could not recall a single detail of what it contained.

Xie Yunchen’s words stunned Tang Shuai. He gently lowered Mei’er, knelt before her, and burst into uncontrollable sobs. It was the first time Tang Shuai had wept so bitterly, crying like a child.

After a series of preparations, the Ancient God Clan and the Ancient Demon Clan finally made their move. Their combined forces began their march toward the Boundless Gate.

"He is so dark; why don't we cause them some trouble?" Diu Diu's eyes darted around, her expression suggesting she was cooking up some mischievous scheme.

"Why are you here? Where is that idiot servant of yours? How did you end up with this guy? Your taste is getting worse and worse," Tang Shuai remarked with a sneer.

As for how Bian Xuedao would react once it was discovered that he was the one who leaked the information, Chen Xi could no longer concern himself. After all he had been through, as long as the paternity test proved that Li Xingrong’s child was indeed his, he would endure anything—even kowtowing in apology to Bian Xuedao—if it meant he could be by the child's side.