Chapter 20

“Don’t worry, it’s not certain death. After all, I’m ranked third on the leaderboard,” Xu Xiaona said, her words brimming with immense confidence, though only she truly knew what she was thinking.

“Is the Artillery God’s younger brother here for something?” Ziyu Rong greeted him with a smile, though inwardly she was thinking, “He’s actually rushing me to the second round—damn it.”

It would be harder to increase favorability from here on out, but Zhang Wei was in no hurry. After tidying up his inventory, he took his leave.

“If we go any further in, the system will alert us as outsiders from another guild. We need to think this through,” Zhang Wei suddenly stopped.

Yang Bo said nothing. Zu Dashou had always valued this nephew, and now sending him to Lushun clearly meant he was already laying groundwork for the future situation in Liaodong.

Both sides were adept at regulating their own mindsets; after a few exchanges, they shed the unfamiliarity that comes from not having spoken face-to-face in a long time, and began to focus on the main topic.

“If my brother were here, I’m sure he would have a way,” Xie Ouna suddenly said.

They could be so kind even to total strangers who knew nothing about them—this was the kindness of ordinary people.

The Fang Tian Sect was powerful, and at present, we were unable to oppose it! Lying low and biding our time was the right strategy. Now that the Fang Tian Sect was sweeping southward, annexing vast territories, it would sooner or later provoke a counterattack from the cultivation forces across Jiuzhou. Wouldn’t it be better to follow that momentum then?

This was truly a matter of worldview. To Zhang Wei, drawing lots was as natural as relieving oneself; one couldn’t just put off nature’s call because of an assassin’s ambush. Looting a corpse was just a brief matter and didn’t delay anything. Besides, Zhang Wei already had some preliminary guesses about what had just happened.

Meng Xin murmured a few times, suddenly realizing something. She cried out in surprise, her eyes flashing with an indescribable meaning as they fixed on the silhouette fading into the horizon. Only then did she smile, summon her flying sword, and head eastward.

Liang Huaijiu was noncommittal but said steadily, “We’ve caught them. Time to move out!” He poured his inner energy into the control lever. If Michelle and Tian Tian were still outside the machine, they would see the golden-red titan’s body glowing even more brilliantly, resplendent and majestic.

A tremendous power enveloped Gerald, stirring violent gusts of wind around him. Lightning roared and struck the barrier again and again, exerting relentless pressure on Gerald within the shield.

After speaking, the man looked up at the cultivator surnamed Li with a flattering gaze, but the other’s icy expression left him at a loss. He hastily bowed his head, utterly confused as to what he had said wrong.

Like a peerless martial artist, every move and strike was as effortless as a leisurely stroll along a grand avenue.

Just as Li Mingxue was pushed back two steps by Su Mu, her face pale with terror, in an instant, that fearful expression vanished, replaced by a fierce killing intent.

Wang Yuehan’s face was like a ripe red apple, fresh and dewy. She bit her lip, staring blankly at Zhang Yunze, full of affection, gently nodding.

Jiahao was happy to see Su Ruoyao arrive. “To practice martial arts, you have to take a few hits first. Mom, watch my kick.” With that, he kicked Su Ruoyao in the stomach.

That very night, in a room behind the Ju Wang Academy dormitory, the leaders of the legendary factions—the Angels, the Fallen Angels, and the Demons—gathered.

“Please have a seat, you two. I’ll go brew some fine tea,” said the master of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, then went to fetch the teapot.

Liu An nodded, restraining himself from thinking about the stiff act of the “rigid man,” but the more he tried not to think about it, the harder it became to control his thoughts.

A sharp whistle pierced the air. A blood-red spear pierced through a rainbow, instantly shattering its dazzling light. The spear was unstoppable, fiercely piercing through layers of defense to strike the King of Slaughter in the chest.

When Master Six and Wu Meiniang opened their eyes again, Ye Yanqing was gone; naturally, so was Pan Linna.

The auction of five heavenly-grade artifacts was a tremendous success, shaking the entire Soul Martial Realm 6. A few days later, the auction for the fifth-level Dragon-Tiger Pills would be held. Various forces were rushing to the imperial capital, with many already established their bases there.

At this moment, there was not a trace of deathly aura left in Ning Hao’s body. Even if a ghost of the Yin Soldier level appeared, it would be no match for him.

Only young people were invited. Elders and servants of the major factions stayed behind, with others attending to the guests.

Seeing Ishihara’s bruised and battered face, and knowing he had suffered blows, plus with Mikki’s persuasion, Kazuo Yamaguchi had no choice but to relent. It was his own fault for being too secretive—he hadn’t even informed the patrolling Ishihara, so it was no wonder trouble arose.

“I never intended to win by ambush. From the start, I wanted to beat you head-on, fair and square,” said Chen Junyi.

The inn’s main hall gradually filled with more diners, and the murmurs grew louder, creating a lively atmosphere.

Number Ninety-One’s eyes were wide open, for what he held in his arms was no longer Dong’s neck, but only a piece of Dong’s jacket.

Looking at Zhou Na sobbing uncontrollably before me, I found it hard to reconcile this with the proud and arrogant woman she once was.

Qin Ming had always been cautious in his dealings; he had never succumbed to anyone in that regard. He only pretended to control what he could; he never took unnecessary risks.

Huo Ziji cried bitterly into his phone, his distress palpable. Ye Li’s eyes were red too, speechless for a long time. She wanted to comfort An’an but couldn’t find the words.

Yet upon seeing Ye Li’s casual demeanor, Lu Baiting’s anger flared. Such an outcome was beyond what he had anticipated.

Everyone was affected by the Blood Seal, including Yuan Zhengyang and Ji Wuya, but only it remained unaffected, as if no matter how strong the Blood Seal was, it could not influence it in the slightest.

Lucius compared the seed quality from several stalls and finally purchased the seeds they needed at a reasonable price.

With this in mind, Jiang Chengtian prepared to have Situ Chong mobilize all the gangs in Chonghai, along with Yang Songxue, to help find the person he sought.

The purpose was to lure out the scattered cultivators as pathfinders and cannon fodder. Even if they gained some benefits by luck, they would never escape the sect’s grasp.

Gu Han exuded an aura about a zhang in radius, faint and elusive, with a subtle flux of life’s vicissitudes and worldly complexities. Even with his insight and cultivation, it was hard to see through it all.