Ninety-Six. What Is Righteous and What Is Evil? (Combined Edition)

On the misty river, the fierce flames blazed anew, thick smoke billowing. This time, no one dared to hope that anyone would come to the rescue. Tonight, it was the Yaoguang Sect that had made the move... Could it be that this once unrivaled demonic sect was finally returning to the martial world?

Indeed, the Yaoguang Sect was capable of such audacity. To them, the backing of Yanbo Tower was irrelevant—something Zhao Kaijiang had never anticipated. A sect of such distinguished standing inherently possessed its own strength.

Meanwhile, while Guan Xiaojun and He Yongming were in conversation, He Yongsheng was holding an all-hands meeting in the newly purchased villa far away in Demon City.

At the level of a third-rank martial general, as long as the base of foot soldiers was sufficiently large and their experience in bloody battles ample, it was easy for an army to accumulate a significant presence.

He also feared that Ye Tian might misunderstand them as allies. What if Ye Tian took a dislike to them and came after them later?

Kong Changshun was renowned—a tough man once widely praised for his character and integrity. After becoming sworn relatives with Guan Hongda’s family, the relationship between the two houses changed dramatically, becoming exceedingly close—far closer than mere kinship by surname.

At this time, in northern China, drinking tea was common, but herbal teas were still scarcely known.

Two experiments had succeeded, with results growing increasingly clear. The final trial was next.

Even now, though over eighty, the old master remained vigorous. The Su family enterprise was still firmly under his control. His eldest son, Su Minsheng, was considered his heir but held only the position of deputy general manager at present.

Much like the earlier incident involving “chicken blood” injections—rumored to cure all ailments and prolong life—both high-ranking officials and common folk alike injected themselves, hoping for robust health.

“The two guests are in the hall,” the guide said, then quietly withdrew from the courtyard.

The video had yet to be sent to Huaxia, and yet a hostage was about to be killed. This meant that the Huaxia government might still be unaware of the situation, sealing Jiang Ninghua’s fate.

Though called a local area network, this network was vast, used by billions within the battlefield dimension’s alliance.

“This… is!” Mitsu Naoki opened his mouth as if to say more, but ultimately yielded under my pressure.

He himself was immobilized, his only companion struck into the ground by a single punch—his fate unknown.

Nearby, Cheng Chumo frowned. The Yun family was stubborn to a fault. He had never seen them defy Yun Hao’s words. “Hardheaded!” Cheng muttered softly, then quietly moved behind the child. A large pancake accidentally fell to the ground, but Cheng seemed unaware and walked on.

On the day the order finally arrived, he returned, long weary from waiting, and immediately began a week of relentless overtime.

That morning, Leng Xiaotian and the others had breakfast at four a.m. After quarreling with Leng Xiaotian the night before, Lin Xue turned off the TV and went to bed early. In the morning, no one had to urge her—she rose promptly at three-thirty, though she kept a stern expression and ignored Leng Xiaotian.

Early that day, Tang Xueting didn’t wake from her pleasant dream until after nine. While brushing her teeth, something in her mind suddenly clicked. Excited, she accidentally swallowed some toothpaste.

Rumors said that An Hao was on familiar terms with Da Fantian, the second elder of the Witch Realm. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so well acquainted with the Gate of Worlds.

However, the rules inscribed on these seven Celestial Tablets were clearly different from those on the three tablets in his possession. The rules on those three tablets could be combined to form a wondrous technique, perfecting the martial art revealed on the original tablets.