Chapter Twenty-Six: At Once

To this question, the servant merely smiled and offered no answer.

The three of them soon ascended to the seventh floor of the Apricot Blossom Tower. The floor was exceptionally spacious, with a massive stone stele inscribed with calligraphy standing in the center. Scholars and travelers passing through the area would often leave their own literary works there. At this moment, several people on the floor were gazing into the distance, pointing at the horizon.

Thousands of Wolf Clan members had been slaughtered. Zhou Jie was still at the peak of the Spirit Gathering stage, while Zhang Yufei was at the early stage. Two groups of people were shouting rhythmically, as if competing, their gazes fixed intently on their bowls.

"I am certain that today we shall devise many brilliant strategies. With all of us united as one, crushing the Tianfeng Kingdom will surely be no problem!" one person shouted loudly, flattering everyone present.

I had a bowl of tofu pudding on the street this morning, topped with shredded chicken, soybeans, and peanuts; it tasted quite delicious.

In other words, every "Immortal Dao Family" was protected and favored by "Celestial Immortals"... Fortunately, these families had always remained reclusive and rarely involved themselves in worldly affairs, though occasionally, a descendant might travel abroad.

Who was it that looked at the person in the mirror holding Dongfang Yan in agony with such a strange expression? Their tone was suspicious, yet after speaking, they shot him a peculiar look, a strange smile curling the corners of their lips.

Though she was furious, she had no choice but to suppress her anger; after all, this Lin Jingyi had helped her immensely, and Xia Xue'er had to show her gratitude.

Tang Yu’s brow furrowed heavily. He felt the overwhelming intensity of Xuan Geng's attack. A moment ago, a single wave had been terrifying enough, but now, with seven waves surging in succession, the power was surely not just seven times greater—it was at least ten times that.

Her mind was filled with pain, while the other was dazed, his thoughts in chaos, acting purely on instinct.

Looking at Wang Jian’s youthful, handsome face, full of spirit, it seemed the snake gall from last night had left no ill effects; his complexion appeared even healthier and more radiant.

Yang Jian smiled faintly and slowly spat out three words: "Keep dreaming." "You seek death!" the Wheel-Turning King roared in fury. He was, after all, one of the top beings in the Underworld, yet he was being rejected by a mere mortal.

***

About a dozen people pursued the direction in which the Obsidian-class creature had fallen. It had to be killed before it left the clouds and entered public view; otherwise, it would cause great turmoil in the world, disrupting the natural order in ways the government could no longer control.

A wind blade sliced his cheek. It was true that haste makes waste; his "Absolute Perception" had been disrupted during his attack, causing him to fail to dodge even these blades. Fortunately, it was only a minor scratch, but it was enough to make him wary of the man before him.

Back in his room, seeing the dust covering his body, he cast the Cleansing Spell several times until he was clean. Then, slowly calming his mind, he sat cross-legged to recover.

Yang Jian reached out instinctively, grabbing onto something nearby to keep from collapsing, though he remained half-kneeling on the ground, unable to rise.

The opponent’s energy attack reached his vicinity almost unimpeded. With a somber gaze, Yun Yu did not answer the Ghost Demon cultivator’s self-muttered question.

"What? Are you afraid to attack because you see your dear subordinates?" Yun Jing sneered, suddenly manifesting a wind blade in his left hand.

"The jade slip glowing with colorful light contains a movement technique for our clan's cultivators to escape danger. If you wish to choose one of the two, that is the content of those slips."

Yang Jian could not afford to delay any longer. With no time to reload his shotgun, he gripped the barrel and smashed it against the werewolf's head. As the werewolf tumbled to the ground, Yang Jian seized the chance to dash out the door before the other two could close in.

Qin Huan was on the verge of pulling the pillow from behind him to throw at Fu Chengjue. Bai Ning, Jiang Moyu, and Fu Chengjue left the room, but Jing Dongnan stayed behind.

Shi Zhongyue remained unmoved and said lightly, "I acknowledge this blade." As he spoke, he flipped his wrist and flicked a silver object that shimmered with jade-green light, like flowing fireflies, toward Rose.

Though Dongfang Keke was a genius of the century, she was only at the mid-stage of the Mortal Body realm, still far from the Great Perfection. However, she had not condensed a Pseudo-King Aura, but rather gained the ability to manifest one through a special method.

"Let's change houses; this place is not safe. You can move to that villa over there. I trust the housekeeper and Old Li to look after you," Ye Chen said calmly.

"You've come? Sit." Ximen Hao pulled back his feet and sat upright, speaking to Su Ranhuo, who stood motionless. His voice was flat, carrying the weariness of one who had endured great physical and mental torment.

"Forget it. When we reach the mountain, there will be a road. I think that once she marries Young Master Mo, she will restrain herself." Ai Ling sighed.

A man dressed in silver battle armor explained with great trepidation, causing fear to ripple through the surrounding crowd.

***

Meanwhile, outside the guest house in Langge City, Lu Linxiu was feeling deeply depressed as he led hundreds of soldiers to arrange defensive measures.

She struggled slightly and rolled over to face him. Their faces were so close, so very close. This guy really was handsome; when he slept, he lost his usual overbearing air, and lying there quietly, he actually looked like a gentle, jade-like man.

From afar, Liang Yimo saw a figure in a white athletic outfit running across the basketball court, occasionally going for a layup, looking full of vitality despite the cold weather.

Han Yutong laughed again, took the card, and tossed it behind her. Then, she walked straight past the man.

However, facing the villagers' gazes, Zhou Zekai did not say such things, but instead spoke...

Li Yan was shocked; Qian Qianyi’s resignation had actually been forced by the Emperor. He could not understand why the Emperor would do such a thing.

At this moment, Lyu Qingmei joined the conversation from the side. She did not have as many misgivings as Lu Lanjian; she had already developed a great fondness for Shang Jingxing before entering Lingfeng, and now with a romantic rival present, she naturally had no intention of hiding her feelings.

He even heard a more alarming rumor: that the Great Elder, the Great Joy Buddha—one of the five great Buddhas—had not appeared for a long time. They said he was in seclusion, but he feared it was not so simple.

Helis shaped her hand into a blade and swung it fiercely at the fireball flying toward her.

In the Alchemy Hall, a group of alchemists had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Tang Hao, they all stood up and bowed respectfully.

The old man had once been a poor farmer, broken in heart and spirit, but now, these wealthy tycoons and merchants coming from all over the country were all vying to please him.

It was a crimson silk nightgown that, under the dim light, could not hide her mature, full figure. Even her fair, tender skin was revealed beneath the gauze. Draped in red and white, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Even Feng Yubing had not expected that she would look so stunning in this outfit.