Chapter Forty-Nine

“Get lost! I’m comfortable here—who’s the pitiful one?” sneered one of the tall, lean men with a slightly hunched back.

“Does the princess have the heart to arrange this wedding feast?” sighed the Ninth Prince, troubled. Who could be in a good mood handling such matters? Marrying off ten concubines for her husband and hosting the guests as well.

“The Jiuzhou and Fusang realms have already reached a consensus: the sea is the boundary, and there will be no contact,” came another displeased voice from Zhongnanshan.

Following the route I remembered, I returned to the guest room, pushed open the 'door' of the room where Xue Ke was, and stepped inside...

Upon entering the river channel, Mu Jing immediately spotted the signs of the opposing wild lion dog. As he had expected, the opponent was preparing to restore his state with a river crab.

Gobert, a rookie, earned praise during the playoffs, while Griffin, who inexplicably “disappeared” during critical moments, faced criticism from both the media and fans.

“Master, the Greedy Wolf Palace’s Yitong has fallen into evil, destroying the Three Realms. The mortal world is drenched in blood; corpses stretch for thousands of miles,” said the viper, whose eyes were like clairvoyant orbs, seeing every movement below.

Dantai Jing, unaware of Xiahou Yuanjin’s calculations, found some logic in his words and nodded in agreement.

“Jiangdong, please stay hidden; I’m trying to get the Thousand Commander to step in and calm things down.” Jiangdong received the kite sent by Huang Qianchang. Despite Huang’s uncertain tone, Jiangdong felt a faint warmth. In the end, only one commander in the entire underworld was willing to move on his behalf.

Aldridge felt nervous, uncertain if he could stop Yiyang’s breakthrough. Watching Yiyang’s ever-shifting footsteps, the Trail Blazers’ number 12 adjusted his own steps cautiously. Caution was Aldridge’s sole mindset at that moment.

Meanwhile, Edward struggled to fend off, noticing the holy power in his armor gradually being worn down by Yang Fan’s sword aura. With gains and losses, defeat seemed inevitable before long.

Neither of these two could be offended. Reporting back to the elders would likely mean ruin for the Zhou family.

Tian Ye’s ambitions were not so unrealistic. In just a few months, many who previously dared not offend him now kept their distance. Among them, his strict justice was satisfying.

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Su Chen was not overly worried. No matter the challenge of the Ascension Tower, surpassing Liang Wei was no problem.

“Of course, but why do you have Medusa’s head?” Su Chen asked in confusion.

A stout middle-aged man emerged from the shop with a warm voice, calling out loudly upon seeing Wang Man.

“This human bears the blood pearl of the Great King; his words must be genuine. But how did the Great King become his elder brother?” Fierce Wind grew curious.

“Hopefully!” Xia Tian sighed deeply and strode resolutely toward the direction in his heart.

“Heh... if you don’t provoke me, I won’t trouble you,” Song Zheng responded coldly after hearing Qing Xuan’s telepathic voice, first surprised, then resolute.

Though Dark Asura had grand ambitions, he would never betray his brothers. Swearing brotherhood was precisely for this reason. No matter how strong Dark Asura became, he would never harm me or Chen Haodong again.

Now that she had returned as she wished, her loneliness hadn’t lessened. Instead, it was accompanied by loss and longing—emotions she had never felt before.

Sure enough, past noon, the air grew stifling and suffocating. Thick black clouds gathered, as if to shroud the already sweltering earth with a massive dark cage. The old man and Xin Yun sipped coarse tea, eyes full of expectation, gazing at the darkened sky outside.

They emitted a strange stellar energy, purer than that of cultivators. Had his father not warned him earlier, Yuan Zhen would have mistaken them for mighty beings from nowhere.

He had only met Bai Qinghe once, during Bai Suzhen’s public suitor selection. Brother Shi was curious about the name Bai Suzhen and wanted to stand up for men everywhere by taking the stage... calling it a chance encounter would not be an exaggeration.

At this moment, Ao Ling said, “Master, he is one of Lord Dragon God’s disciples, named Ye Xingchen, your senior brother.” His tone carried a hint of helplessness.

Song Yun lifted a stone and approached the Audi Q5. Then, raising the stone high, he smashed it down onto the vehicle.

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A cultivator from Yuling Mountain appeared here, accompanied by six cultivators comparable to True Dan level, the very Hanzhong cultivators who had sneaked into the mountain earlier. Pei Yuanwu was only at the Nascent Soul stage and was quickly surrounded by three True Dan cultivators before he could even show himself, trapped with no escape.

Old Xuan’s reminder jogged Yuan Zhen’s memory: at Tiger’s Den City, he had been poisoned by the Cold Withering Toad’s toxin, and it was Zizi who had instantly helped him detoxify.

If these eight pieces of blood marrow were fully consumed by the Ling True Flame, the resulting Four-transform Blood Flame’s power would soar, but Tianchen’s situation would become even more perilous.

There were two officers per rank: Six at the sixth rank upper level; three at the seventh rank lower level; five at the eighth rank lower level; five at the ninth rank lower level; and twenty-five at the ninth rank lower level or above. In the second year of Emperor Wu’s reign, these were established as the Four-Color Officials overseeing the guards.

As the distance between the two and Yuan Qing shrank, she gradually got a clearer look at their appearances.

“You two, tidy up the right-side room and stay there. There’s nothing here for you. You don’t need to attend to me anymore,” Shui Lianyue said, pointing toward the right room. Qinglan and Qingyu saluted her and walked toward the room on the right.

“Couples worship?” Cai Yong was astonished. Not just him, but the entire gathering whispered among themselves, clearly unfamiliar with this ritual.

Wang immediately grabbed a large machete and charged toward the city wall, cutting down a government soldier attempting to scale it.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the dragon-twisting staff hovering in the air, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the powerful figure behind it.

Someone shouted, and the crowd quickly surrounded the campsite. Those with longer arms reached out, those closer kicked, forcing Ober beyond the camp. The crowd wisely dispersed from the Fire Fox’s tent, leaving only the two alone.