Chapter Thirty-One: Champion of Self-Praise

"Good, good, excellent, truly excellent."

At the Baicao Hall in Changzhou, Old Master Zhao examined the several newly prepared medicinal herbs before him, nodding in repeated praise. "In traditional Chinese medicine, we value the heritage passed down through families. Look at this—a great general produces no weak soldiers. The herbs prepared by the daughter of Imperial Physician Xiao are the finest I have seen in all my life."

"Grandfather, am I impressive, or what?" Zhao Minghua leaned in eagerly, his face clearly begging for praise.

Zhao Mingqing.

"Move aside!" Just as the disciples began to prepare their attack on Fan Xueyi, Fan Qingyun suddenly let out a roar and lunged toward her.

She had dreamt that she was inside the imperial palace of the Tianjin Kingdom. Logically, this body ought to have some connection to the royal family. Furthermore, she felt a pull toward Nangong Zhenyu, and he, in turn, seemed to harbor a similar sense of familiarity toward her.

Mo Ming shook his head languidly. Lin Mohan sheathed his blade. Mo Ming felt entirely sapped of strength, but since their pursuers had been shaken off, they were mostly safe now.

The sky gradually cleared. The rotting corpses leaped back into the sea one by one, and the remaining ghost pirate ships slowly retreated. Only when the ghost ships had completely vanished did Long Ming finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Let’s head back. Later, I will take you to the Beicheng Academy. How much you learn will depend entirely on you. We do not have much time," Lin Mohan said calmly.

"Audacious thief, let's see where you can run to now!" The lead guard laughed boisterously and drew his sword to strike. Capturing the assassin would surely bring a handsome reward, and he was not about to miss this chance to claim the credit.

*Eloped with Chu Zimo?* If that was the case, did it mean Mu Yuanmeng had escaped? A glimmer of surprise welled up in her heart, and her tense expression instantly softened. If she had run, then at least it proved she had not been imprisoned. It meant she was still alive, and as long as she was alive, there was still hope for her.

The next day, Long Ming met with Ren Tianming. Inside the tent, Long Ming dismissed everyone else; he wanted to speak with Ren Tianming alone.

In the brief moment he looked downward, the Ice-Fire Resonance formation was already set. Unwilling to remain trapped within the array, Long Quan had no choice but to fly down to provide cover for the ground troops as they retreated.

The power of a Void Refinement stage cultivator was truly terrifying. A two-winged angel, possessing strength equivalent to a Great Perfection stage Nascent Soul cultivator, had its neck snapped and life extinguished in a single instant.

For the first time, a look of panic appeared on Zhang Xiaofeng’s face. As he watched the Qingyu Immortal Emperor walking toward him with a lecherous grin, a sudden suspicion took root in his heart.

Bullets poured out in a rapid stream. The motorcycle closest to the vehicle was hit instantly; with a loud blast, it swerved sharply and crashed into the roadside, erupting into a fireball.

The parasites, now numbering in the hundreds, were wreaking havoc throughout the base, attacking every moving target.

Xianyang City remained the same as it had always been, and the Baiyue Pavilion looked no different, though the crowds surrounding the building had clearly grown. Presumably, this was due to the emergence of the Pure Yang Immortal Abode.

Qingfeng frowned at the sight. Then, under the bewildered gazes of Hu Bayi and Yingzi, he turned his head to address a space where there was nothing at all.

After all, Tang Xuerou and Zhang Xiaofeng were like newlyweds. Suddenly being told by her husband that he had to leave for a while, she was naturally deeply reluctant.

Gao Yang, Liang Sitao, and Zhu Yimin, who were sitting brazenly to the side and stuffing their faces with food, gave him the courtesy of looking up for a brief moment.

"Chiyou has discovered the Clairvoyant's surveillance!" Nezha rushed to the side of the Clairvoyant and, finding that his eyes had been blinded, hurried to provide medical aid.

The bus continued on its journey. The passengers were drowsy, and Xiao Zhan had drifted off to sleep leaning against his seat. Gao Yuan stared blankly at him, then slowly turned her head to gaze out the window, lost in a daze.

In that instant, the tip of the sword met the beast’s two pairs of front claws, and a left fist slammed into its skull. Clearly, the outcome of this strike would determine the creature's fate.