Chapter Eighty-Four: So-called Demonic Sect (Double-length Chapter)

When Pei Xiunian stepped onto the luxurious carriage, the Empress Dowager finally withdrew her gaze from the young mistress of the Yu family standing at the entrance of Chengqian Hall. Meng Qingyuan couldn’t shake the feeling that Yu Hongdou seemed oddly familiar, though she was unsure if it was just her imagination. In truth, her relationship with the noble families of Zhaoning barely amounted to a passing acquaintance. So… was she merely being suspicious?

As the wheels rumbled away, Chengqian Hall faded into the distance.

“This, this…” Magistrate Liu sprang up from his seat in shock, his heart surging with excitement, desperately wishing to express something, but at that moment he found himself at a complete loss for words.

Witnessing this, Yun Lei felt a new hope rising within him. Though fear lingered in his heart, there was also a hint of happiness. For example, earlier, when Yin Hongxuan introduced himself, Yi Jingfu instantly realized he had never fought in battle, and thus ignored him. But now, with Liu Gongqian and Shi Nan’s arrival, he found others who shared his military achievements, immediately feeling a desire for camaraderie.

In a battered city within the borders of Huaxia, a solitary figure walked along streets ravaged by war.

“So I’d better eliminate you now, lest you harm more people in the future!” As always, Ye Qiu’s deadly finger proved effective.

Jiang Feibai couldn’t help but feel agitated at the sight outside. If not for necessity, they wouldn’t want to reveal their strength, especially since stealth and assassination would be required once they entered the restricted domain. With such a conspicuous reputation, how could they hope to hide? They’d surely be discovered the moment they crossed the border.

No one expected there to be a secret beneath the pond—a mere decoy. In fact, it could transport people to a hidden cave.

“In Cangyun Sect, everything is decided by strength. Whether you’re qualified to speak to me isn’t a matter for debate. We’ll know after a fight. If you can’t defeat me, don’t even talk about speaking to me—you won’t even be worthy of carrying my shoes!” Jiang Kekun said, his head held high, wearing an arrogant expression.

The Ten Miles Fragrance Tavern’s branch was scheduled to open in five days. Leading up to the opening, many preparations were needed: ensuring plenty of wine, arranging staff in advance, assigning responsibilities by area.

Yao Shisan cast a deep glance at Zuo Jun. No one would believe such evasive answers. Since Zuo Jun didn’t wish to speak, Yao Shisan asked no more, focusing instead on the contest between Yuan Ba and Gu Zhi.

Continuing onward, they reached the vicinity of the once-destroyed Lotus Bridge. Countless workers carried bricks and stones, crowds coming and going, creating a lively scene.

Chu Feng shouted, wielding the Pure Jun Sword, fusing man and blade into one as he thrust toward his opponent.

Beihai Qinyang—why did it still bear the name ‘Qinyang’? Memories from years past brought a faint smile to his face, wondering how the other was faring now.

No, wasn’t Yuriko already deceased? At least Tang Zhihang remembered that Yuriko was gone. Though he had seen her with his own eyes, he preferred to believe it wasn’t truly her—at the very least, not the living Yuriko.

Chu Feng observed from afar for a while, confirming that the Golden Feather Eagle was dead before daring to approach.

“Water Spirit Defense Technique!” Nan Ye Xiu summoned a protective stream of water, hoping to extinguish the flames on his clothes, but the water evaporated before it could touch them.

At last, Qinyang understood. He’d been used as a reason to gain access to see Sun Tianmu and the Jade King, paying a million for the privilege.

Yet she never expected that her trusted confidant would drug her at such a critical moment, colluding with the disciples of the Bai family.

The few Cloud Roc birds of the Heavenly Dao Sect, once they overcame their initial panic, refused to be outdone. They possessed the bloodline of Kunpeng—how could these low-level demon serpents dare to covet what belonged to them?