Chapter 70

Chen Jiugong was unable to divine the location of the Three-Edged Double-Bladed Spear, but it was not difficult to determine where Princess Longji was. This pursuit over a thousand miles targeted not only the body but also the soul; no matter how far one fled, as long as the demons let out their chilling roars, they could shake the very spirit of their prey.

As the only registered disciple under the Primeval Lord of Heaven—while even the direct disciples faced suppression and exclusion within the Chan sect—Shen Gongbao’s situation could well be imagined.

“Your Majesty, if the Golden Army cannot break deep into Wei territory, then our Wusun will be in grave danger!” Amuhe said in a low, grave voice.

They were all children of the new era, having never truly endured hardship before; even Liu Yun, whose family was not well-off, was no exception.

The two landed and entered the City of Villains on foot. The city was vast, its walls towering, bustling with prosperity and throngs of people.

Though he wasn’t intimately acquainted with the district chiefs of several municipal police departments, Han Youde, in particular, left a faint impression on him.

Teaching the final year of high school wasn’t a job for just any teacher; only the best were chosen, and though the work was exhausting, as educators, they could not shirk their responsibilities, for this was a matter that would shape the students’ entire lives.

Xu Yinglong and the others exchanged glances, all wearing looks of disappointment. It had taken great effort to find a lead, and yet it broke off so suddenly.

In a sense, it wouldn’t be wrong to call it a money house. Although this ran counter to the internal government’s financial policies, the Cui family held a different view, always finding ways to exploit openings. When the time came, he could discuss this with Cui Zhang.

After gathering up Feng Sibo’s corpse, Zhang Fei brandished his greatsword in a frenzied slaughter. Amidst the army of tomb phantoms, his sweeping strikes felled more and more of the undead.

One mustn’t think that being a coach is simply about shouting at others while getting a bit of exercise oneself; the job is far more complex and demanding.

Xi Mushen gazed at the food brought to his lips, a haze of strange emotion flickering in his eyes, but in the end, he opened his mouth and ate.

It was said that this ghostly domain of the Western Mountains was once an ancient battlefield, where terrifying cultivators of old fought bitterly, opening a gateway to hell with their immense powers. Countless ghosts had swarmed forth, transforming the battlefield into a dreadful domain of spirits.

After much consideration, Han Ningxin decided that the only way to resolve her doubts was to start from the beginning. She asked Meiyin what had truly happened to the Xuan Yin Meiyu clan.

Xiao Binglan never expected Lin Qingxuan to make such a decision. She was struck by both sorrow and disappointment, yet said nothing, only bowing her head deeply.

Meiyin shook her head slightly, and the feathers on her back shifted from white to black, the once gentle wings sharpening into blades. A crack opened between her brows, revealing a third eye with a diamond-shaped pupil, encircled by four revolving rings—the legendary appearance of the three-eyed, winged demon race.

“Hiding? There are some things that only you could have leaked,” Di Chongxiao was no fool; certain secrets, Long Huafang could only have learned from her.

On a sudden inspiration, Gu Juling decided to gamble everything. Grasping the object in his hand, he summoned the full might of his spirit, exerting himself to the utmost.

Seeing that the situation was dire, Liu Laoxi shouted, “Brother Sun! Please show your skills and save these disciples of mine!” Even as he spoke, he led the remaining disciples, racing toward Lin Qingxuan.

Then, something terrible happened: Yu Liuxuan, wielding a branch of crabapple, began mercilessly whipping Bai Jiu.

Seeing Xu Mao’s adamant refusal to become his subordinate, Mo Yuanshen could only give up, realizing he could not force the matter.

She began to suspect that Mo Yuanshen’s heart belonged to another; she had felt it before, but now the evidence was even stronger.

He had dared to rush in and destroy the Misty Hidden ship with his earth-escape technique precisely to cut off their retreat.

When Ye Changqing learned the truth—that Guanyin had died and come back to life, then died and revived again—he was stunned.

Though Bai Jiu knew nothing of the Seven-Colored Stone or the Falling Star Mountain, he delighted in hoodwinking the man with mysterious airs.

Suddenly, everything before Bai Jiu became clear. Not far away, a handsome young man was brewing tea, sipping with quiet patience.

Thinking it over, Sisi realized she wasn’t angry at her boyfriend for logging into her account when she saw all the comments in her forum.

After speaking, she placed the red agate bracelet she had prepared long ago into Lian Fang’s hand.

After some thought, she sat up from bed and lit the lamp in her room.

Liu Ming could contend with multiple Nascent Soul cultivators at once, thanks to his Sword Heart of Clarity and the Shura Sword of Nature. Shu He remained fearless because he could easily enter a state of unity with the heavens and man. Apart from those two, even Lan Yuexin, who had mastered exotic fire, would likely struggle even to escape.

Li Shi took a few steps on the iron chains, when suddenly from the water below, a jet of water shot up, swift as lightning.

Everyone left the ice house, laughing and chatting, following Mao Yihe through another passage until they emerged on the eastern side of the marketplace.

Every race feels a certain dread toward the unfamiliar and the unknown. Just as humanity finds the cold, merciless, infinite void of space terrifying, so too does the unknown inspire fear.