Chapter 35
No one knew this better than Huang Ying. Even the master of the Wu Family Stronghold on Mount Jiuli, who practiced mysterious sorcery, had been defeated by a few talismans from Li Mubai.
The Wan Jing Ghost King was under attack from both sides, overwhelmed and unable to keep up. Before he could even finish roasting the hellish fish, he had to turn his attention to the hellish chicken.
"Of course, it is to guard our experimental subject and ensure nothing goes wrong," Number Twenty-Three replied to Zuo Xuan’s question with a smile.
The spirit plants sold by these people varied in quality—some freshly picked, others stored for a time, and some even withered. Chu Han immediately replanted the fresh ones, while for the withered ones, he had to restore their vitality so they could continue to grow.
As the silver wolf collapsed, the other silver wolves raised their heads and let out long, piercing howls. Lan Yu stopped her sword, as if this was the very result she had been waiting for.
In an instant, the sorrow and grief vanished from everyone’s faces. Each of them wore a triumphant smirk of a scheme successfully executed, clapping their hands frantically.
Just then, she saw one of the men crawl up from the ground, stealthily circle behind Dai, and draw a dagger from his waist.
His cold, icy gaze swept across those in the hall who were looking at him. They immediately turned away; this was the young prince of Jiang City, someone they could never afford to provoke.
"Why should we let it go? We finally made it in here. Don't forget our 'purpose' for coming," Zhang Ning said, deliberately emphasizing the word "purpose." Zhang Tian’s expression grew even uglier.
On the first day of filming, every actor was full of enthusiasm and energy, dancing until late before returning to the set.
The generals of the Han army were drenched in sweat. The enemy pressed forward with such distinct formations, their ranks completely unbroken; it was a level of discipline that even General Qi had never managed to achieve.
Several vines hung down on either side of the entrance to the cave dwelling. Penglai reached out and gave them a shake; they were heavy and appeared very sturdy. To the left of the cave stood a welcoming pine. Perhaps it was the ethereal mist drifting like willow catkins that gave the pine such a transcendent aura.
Ye Fei, clad in soft leather armor, crouched on the ground with a furrowed brow and a look of utter frustration. He had only been playing a game, wandering into this empty cave out of curiosity, and then—the cave’s owner, Berger the Silver Wolf, had returned and laid claim to the entrance.
Bai Lixuan’s eyes flashed, and his smile deepened. He had thought coming to the Yunlan Sect would be dull, but it seemed it might be quite interesting after all.
"Impossible, impossible! You only have the cultivation of a late-stage Golden Core; it is absolutely impossible for you to wield the Zhengang Sword! Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Ye Bufan’s composure shattered completely.
Only then did Fuli’s external avatar realize that Penglai had not used a flying artifact to return to Qingxiu Peak. Fuli’s brows knit slightly. Could it be that they were right, and Penglai had gone to ambush them?
"Is your so-called effective method to lay out a massive, bloody hexagram formation across S City?" Gu Hanhao coldly interrogated Kuang Zikun.
"General Gan, let us duel once more, under the same conditions as last time!" Liu Fan, thinking Gan Ning had not heard him clearly, repeated himself.
"You are already at that abandoned horse farm?" Ling Lan knew that Sherry must have been the one to take Lan Yixin there.
The homeowner, who had lent his place to Ye Kui and the others, heard the knocking and the voices, and came running out of the woodshed at the end of the property, rubbing his hands together.
With the Huiyang Kingdom now far behind, every faction realized the gap between themselves and the other nations. If they could not unite now, they would surely become a laughingstock.
He understood now that Gan Ning was too proud to instruct him directly, so he took this opportunity to demonstrate the Wind-Chasing Hammer Technique. How much he could comprehend was entirely up to him.
She gestured behind her, and someone immediately presented a tray holding a golden wine pot.
"Honey, are you jealous?" Gao Shirou, always sensitive, sensed his tone was off and leaned in, acting coquettishly.
Although he thought this, he couldn't just leave Lang Hongxiang and the others here; it was unclear when they would reach Xiaoyue Valley, and the dangers they faced would be even greater.
"Wolf Emperor, I hope you can speak plainly," the City Lord of Cangming said, cupping his hands toward Lang Hongxiang. At this moment, he hoped for Lang Hongxiang’s help, at least in uniting the various factions.
A rocket-propelled grenade whistled through the air, its long white tail tracking true as it struck the stone pillar in mid-air.
The gang members further away saw this scene and, terrified, fled into the distance, no longer daring to approach.
Li Ren happily drank with his supposed uncle and his newly recognized brother, Jia Sidao. Once the meal was finished, Li Ren used various forms of entertainment to make the old man and the youth lose all desire to return home.
It turned out that after the Bumblebee King abducted Teacher Pea, he held a grand banquet in the Great Hall of the Huangtiao Mountain Stronghold to celebrate his marriage to her, inviting the leaders of the eighteen surrounding mountains, thirty-six islands, and seventy-two caves to attend the wedding feast.
The next morning, after meeting with his management team, Hu Youmin kept Luo Juan behind to brief her in detail about Young Master Ning, the Immortal Island Club, the Night Charm Bar, and the Miaoren Bar.
Ten days passed in this manner, the journey strangely smooth. Yet, the smoother things went, the more anxious everyone felt, Chuan Xue included.