Chapter 115: Collaboration

For a myriad of reasons combined, Wan Chaoyang’s eyes suddenly welled with tears. He nodded vigorously and said heavily, “Cousin, from now on, I’m with you. Tell me how to cooperate! Actually, I still have some information here. I was thinking of saving it for the grand finale, but now I realize it’s useless in my hands. It’s better to give it to you.”

After saying that, he took a few steps forward and approached Shu Yiming, pulling him into a tight embrace right there.

Watching Jin Renfeng approach, a sense of crisis surged within, even stronger than the time when Yan Songyuan self-destructed. Just as Zhou Shaoan was about to use Ying Zheng’s red envelope, a clear and bright laugh echoed from the horizon.

“It’s over—the perfect heart-protecting mirror,” Luo said with a smile. He couldn’t yet forge it into protective armor, but as a heart-protecting mirror, it was just right.

Countless leg techniques transformed into lines appearing on the screen—some sharp and fierce, others flowing and natural. Some lines were strong and forceful, as if piercing through paper, while others resembled celestial dragons soaring in the sky, ready to fly off the painting at any moment.

Despite this, Luo restrained his temper. After discussing with them, he took out nine spirit shells, and Feyn added one more, making the full amount.

Bingzhou had always been sparsely populated. If these one million people were brought back, Bingzhou’s strength would change drastically.

With the sound of bones snapping one after another, the hidden dark sentinels were all strangled in the shadows.

She gently laid the boy down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. Her trembling, warm lips expressed sorrow and reluctance. Tears silently fell onto the boy’s cheek. He wore a faint smile and sighed, “It’s so good… thank you…” Then his head tilted, and he fell silent.

However, even more unfortunate events were yet to come. Xu Huang, tired, led his men away, replaced by Zhang Liao.

Bai Xining turned around, her face illuminated by the lights, crystal-clear and jade-like, like a new moon with a halo, like flowers covered in snow. Her visage faintly resembled an old acquaintance—the same as when they first met.

Su Qingmiao suddenly grew so excited she almost jumped up, utterly surprised that Song Xiaodong, the family head, had made such a resolute decision. It was truly impressive.

Because of the reasons above, the Tongshen Tower was relatively quiet. After all, although the second realm had many Xianxu-stage cultivators, there weren’t that many mid-level or above Xianxu masters choosing to linger in the second realm.

But after saying this, she immediately regretted it; that must have been his way of comforting her! If her illness could truly be cured, how could her father, mother, and grandmother not help her get better?

As for the third layer of the interface, it was the most primitive space of the Dark Realm. Not much different from the Ling Tian Continent, it was filled with dense demonic energy and home to many high-level demons.

Song Xiaodong and the others gathered to examine the map and found three locations marked in the vast sea region, forming an almost perfect equilateral triangle.

Though she had gone to bed late, Miao Xuanyuan woke early the next morning. When she heard the door of the next room open, she immediately jumped out of bed and rushed out.

Of course, the common people who were grateful to Congbai could not say that he was struck dead by lightning for his heavy sins. Rather, it was Lu Hanqiang who received a summons from the heavens, ascending to the heavens to await the celestial envoy who would welcome him into the celestial ranks.

In other words, this clan possessed some of the divine powers and talents of the Dragon Lord God Clan, naturally making them far more formidable than humans.

Three hundred sixty-three thousand three hundred! This was the first time in his life he had seen so many bundles of banknotes gathered together. Unlike a vague number, money had weight. The over twenty pounds he carried on his shoulder felt heavy, but he didn’t feel tired at all. He knew that the heavy burden on his shoulder was money.

“I’m at home. How could I possibly run all the way to his house to kill someone?” Song Xiaodong furrowed his brows.