Chapter 47

The young man standing beside him, observing his posture and the way he walked just now, could almost be certain that this fellow had military experience.

His tone was calm, yet beneath the surface of his voice lay an unhidden pride and confidence, for today he would triumph over his long-standing rival. Even before this moment, he deserved to possess a sense of pride and self-assurance.

Ruan Honglu frowned and said, “Chief, if this is a sudden whim and you’re willing to waste some spiritual materials, that’s one thing. But if you truly want to practice alchemy, I suggest starting from scratch—selecting some entry-level elixirs and progressing step by step.” He remained skeptical that Yi Xuan could still concoct pills and kept urging caution.

Every prodigy in Luoyang City had a backing force; those without such support had no reason to kill him.

If one were to speak of the rogue districts, especially the current state of the Fourteenth District, the phrase “quite problematic” would be a fitting description.

She couldn’t understand why she couldn’t achieve it. Chi Huan had said her power was definitely not mere imitation. Yet, why could she adapt an eighth-tier spell but not create a ninth-tier one anew?

“What happened back then? Why did he escape from your hands?” Behemoth continued questioning. He had spared the lives of the others solely to uncover the truth.

The young man, now dressed in a well-fitted suit, seemed to have shed all traces of youthfulness, emanating a calm and silent demeanor. His face bore a mask resembling a fierce spirit, black with turquoise patterns—originally rugged designs that, when worn on his face, possessed an inexplicable elegance.

Wang Ting silently admired him; though this technique was nothing extraordinary to cultivators, seeing it performed by this youth always left Wang Ting oddly amazed.

More importantly, he was the cousin of Zhang Tiannan, head of the Daoist Sect, and later recognized as the one who could succeed the Ning family’s fallen legacy.

However, in the past two days, what they witnessed was completely different from Yong’an. Here was a true drought: the river was so shallow it could be scooped with a spoon, wells had nearly run dry, and the fields were largely covered with withered leaves.

Bo Hanye opened his eyes; his dark pupils gleamed in the darkness, seemingly unfathomable.

At dawn the next day, Luo Ang awoke from a sweet dream. Sunlight streamed through the window, shining into his eyes, causing him to squint against the glare.

She reached out to turn off the alarm clock, moving like a sleepwalker to the bathroom to wash up, nearly collapsing onto the washbasin.

At this moment, the guards began tidying up the scene. Before long, the bodies were neatly arranged on the playground.

If enough people remained trapped in the Void Realm, the bubble would grow larger and eventually burst with a “pop.”

With a nervous heart, He Sui opened his phone to check the interface and was stunned by his own vote count.

Only after a long while did Jia Xu remember his injuries. Upon closer inspection, Yuan Chun’s external wounds had mostly healed, and a faint palm mark was barely visible.

Li Yunhao sat dazed in the ditch, pondering everything that had just happened—was it a dream or reality?

“Hey! Harley is also the best for motorcycles, isn’t he?” Huang Jingxiang rolled his eyes and said grumpily.

Lu Chengfeng clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into the flesh, and thin streams of blood appeared. His face was dark and gloomy; madness filled his eyes as his Nascent Infant aura erupted uncontrollably.

Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong stepped out of the teleportation chamber, greeted immediately by the spiritual logistics department personnel who were on record duty.

However, the hospital’s reply was that the patient had long since been transferred to the mortuary, and the patient’s family had vanished without a trace.

“Damn it!” The three imperial lords spat, having observed every move meticulously yet found nothing. This left them deeply unsettled—why? Were they simply inferior to them?

Cruel words were spoken with casual ease, as if chatting about mundane matters, filling Chen Yue’s heart with rage.

The other three, spurred on by Shangguan Jue’s commentary, eagerly picked up chopsticks from the table, mimicking Chen Yue by dipping the meat in sauce before tasting it. Indeed, it was delicious—the meat’s freshness was unadulterated, and they couldn’t stop eating.

“The minister and Assistant Lin are getting closer and closer…” Di Bingqiao silently pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

Song Zheng nodded and said, “I see.” He noticed the curtain of the east room fluttering continuously, accompanied faintly by sobbing sounds.

“All right, all right, don’t be like this. This transformation is actually a good thing for you. Now, in a way, it’s also good for me. The past was too heavy—it was time I started living differently.” Liu Ruoyue smiled bitterly as she sighed.

Every time she painstakingly created a wonderful atmosphere, it was always shattered by a single word from her, utterly spoiling the mood.

Yesterday, because Jiang Hanya suddenly suffered a heart attack, the Jiang family was called in amidst her tears.

While Fu Lin closely watched Cao Pi and Chen Liu’s movements, he also monitored the battle between Chang’an and Cao Cao.

Zhang Hua trembled slightly at the sight of the large pit on the ground but had no time to be shocked; the next attack from the Green Dragon, Yuktelashir, was imminent.

It turned out that Pang De had heard news of the Qiang clan and Ma family being besieged—news spread by Han Sui—but Pang De had no intention to assist, stirring public outrage.

In the end, seeing the smile deeply hidden in Feng Yun’s eyes, Ling Tian felt completely taken in.

“Since Mr. Chen says so, I’ll respect your wishes. I’ll have the driver take you to the South Gate first, and we’ll meet again tomorrow.” Qin Haitu did not insist, sensing Chen Feng preferred freedom and simply arranged for the driver to drop them off at the South Gate.

At the central camp of the Guan family stronghold, Guan Xiaoyue’s father sat at the main seat. Fu Lin, Guan Xiaoyue, Dian Wei, and over a dozen of Fu Lin’s personal guards, the Qilin Guards, were all seated according to rank in this large camp.