95. Upon the Misty River (Two-in-One)

The misty river originates from the Northern Sea, stretching for a thousand miles, reaching as far south as Suzhou.

Deep in the heart of the Central Plains lies Yangzhou. With its flat terrain, year-round favorable weather, and the gentle currents of this great river, it has thrived for so long that its prosperity now rivals that of the imperial capital, Zhaoning.

In such a place, even while the Qingqiu region is embroiled in fierce conflict just one province away in Hangzhou, Yangzhou remains a sanctuary of song, dance, and decadent indulgence.

Let alone now.

Lu Zhizhi thrust his long sword forward, but suddenly his vision blurred. Long Tianwei’s body, mid-advance, pivoted at a sharp right angle like a phantom, appearing to his side. His movement defied all common logic; he transitioned from a forward charge to a lateral shift instantly, as if the laws of inertia simply did not apply to him.

No one spoke, and no one had the time to grieve. Like walking corpses, they moved the bodies of their fallen comrades aside, unaware if they would be the next to fall.

"Wake him up," Andy dared not say more, bowing his head respectfully as he spoke into the microphone to the researchers below.

But the word "give up" had never existed in Yuan Xing’s dictionary. He was a persistent man; while others might turn back upon hitting a stone wall, Yuan Xing would tear the wall down just to keep moving forward.

At this moment, Zhang Yongbo transformed into a leopard of the jungle, approaching his prey in total silence.

"Mayoi? What’s wrong? You’ve seemed distracted since we left," Honda said, feeling neglected and growing irritated. Subconsciously, his mind drifted back to the man they had just encountered. He had to admit, the man was undeniably handsome, and his height was exceptional even by Japanese standards. It made him feel uneasy.

The barrier did not stop Duan Qiu. Because it had been pre-configured, those bearing the Mark of Reincarnation and the aura of the Seven-Colored Chaos Lotus could pass through unimpeded, allowing Duan Qiu to ignore the barrier and walk right in.

Though Zhu Zhu was in a desperate situation, his eyes clearly held no such intent. He kept darting his gaze around until it finally settled on Xin Hongxue, who was standing by the bed.

"She married Lin Mohan?" Xiao Yichen felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body stiffening. "Pfft, Mother, to keep me from being with Mo Qianxia, you’ve really come up with quite the lie." He shook his head with a bitter smile.

The world spun, all because of that familiar, serene scent. The world spun, pulled along by the allure of that fragrance.

Every person entering the Demon Realm must undergo judgment. Only after their intentions are deemed safe are they permitted entry. If deemed a threat, the six adjudicators execute them immediately at the judgment platform to prevent any harm to the realm.

After consuming stamina-restoring elixirs, Long Quan and Long Ming went straight to Lian Ya’s office, where only the three of them remained.

After failing, Yao Shun tried a different approach. Bai Xue once said that everything in the world vibrates; no matter how hard an object is, if one applies the same frequency of vibration to it, it becomes fragile and weak.

Lin Mohan sat on the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, holding his phone to his ear as he listened to Zhang Lei’s report. He furrowed his brows, took another drag, and exhaled a ring of smoke.

At the top of the right-side stands was a hall—the office for the arena’s director, offering a view of the entire arena below.

Tong Guai guai ate the delicious sushi in her mouth, finding it even better than before. Even the headache-inducing reports she had been staring at seemed a little more tolerable now.

As for these two great leaders, despite the centuries of difference in their cultivation, for some reason, they had managed to keep the peace between them. When external enemies attacked, the demons from these two lairs would even assist one another, making the task of demon-slaying for the Xuan Sect all the more difficult.