Chapter 20

"Let’s go." A faint red light flickered in Arthur's eyes after he fulfilled this dream from his past life.

Huan Ji knew that this incident would surely bring trouble to the Emperor, but with the disaster in Qingzhou worsening by the day, she dared not—and could not—let them remain there.

Time trickled by, and Di Shitian kept his gaze fixed on the sky without a shift, until at high noon, the sky finally began to change.

"The items sold in this shop cannot be found anywhere else." These were her exclusive products, sold only in her own store, so naturally, they could not be purchased elsewhere.

To restore his reputation, he would have to completely defeat Shu Ming in front of everyone, but the chances of that were slim.

The wealthiest among the prominent families in Bianzhou was the Xiao family. The family head, Xiao Feng, was a branch of the Lanling Xiao clan and held sufficient authority in Bianzhou and even the entire Henandao circuit.

The flying sword pierced through the man in black. Struck by the attack, the man shuddered as blood flowed from his abdomen. He looked back, only to discover that the carriage and the people who should have been blown to bits were perfectly fine, before collapsing to his death.

Some felt this was an unnecessary act, a waste of manpower and resources, especially when they saw no reason to learn from others; after all, the Great Tang was the superior nation.

Furthermore, there were a few guests who appeared to be alone, though their identities and origins were unclear. Some occupied tables by themselves, drinking in solitude, while others sat together without exchanging a word.

"Since Sixteen spoke first, I won't step in to compete," Aunt Xia said with a smile, implying that if Gu Yong needed to borrow money, she had some available as well.

This was terrifying; after all, the soul is the foundation of a cultivator. If the soul is lost, the cultivator ceases to exist.

Inside the cave, a scent of blood permeated the air, accompanied by an icy chill that rushed to meet them.

"Clang! Clang!" Two short swords were drawn, held by the two thieves. They glared at Park Chang-ji like tigers eyeing their prey.

The word "love"—it exists in the affection between parents and kin, in the friendship between companions, and in the sincere trust and reliance one has for their land and good people! How could a practitioner of the Dao be devoid of emotion?

Xuan Zhi took a deep breath, but the eerie surroundings made him fear drawing too much air; even so, he could still feel the damp cold in the atmosphere.

"Hand over the Primordial Spirit Crystal, and I will spare your life." That figure stopped in front of Chu Ling, speaking with an arrogant expression. It was clear that he did not hold Chu Ling in any regard.

Of course, the commentators and the audience had a "God's-eye view" and could clearly track Leng Feng's movements.

"To possess the same cultivation technique yet rely on another's words to reach only twenty-eight profound patterns—someone like this would be kicked out of the core circle of my Demon Emperor Sect immediately. Yet, your Jun family treats him like a treasure," Ye Zichen's cold voice rang out, causing Jun Yang's face to twist in anger.

The term "Immortal Domain" might be unheard of by most cultivators, but the "Immortal Mansion" was known to everyone.

Ye Luo asked Lu Jiayan, as driving for several consecutive hours was no easy task.

"Why wouldn't there be? My father and several of my martial uncles have cultivation levels even higher than Elder Lin! Even I could go head-to-head with him," Lin Yixuan retorted indignantly at Ye Xiu.

"I have my own clever ways. You don't need to worry about where the True Essence Pills came from. In any case, I won't use despicable means like that fellow Liu Junwu to scrape them together; these were obtained through legitimate channels," Ye Xiu said loudly, dispelling the doubts in everyone's minds.

The boundless night became the best camouflage for the raiders, and the roars of zombies and unknown monsters allowed the group of twenty to move in complete silence.

The original Fengling County weaving factory was a government-supervised, civilian-run facility responsible for local textile production. Because the people were fond of music, and the scale of the factory grew, it eventually began producing musical instruments as well.

Although the carriage kept moving forward, the scenery on both sides of the road seemed not to change at all.

As for Lou Yun, Qingya, and Qingling, although they were of suitable age and strength, Su Chen did not wish for them to risk themselves for his sake.

Lin Xinyue and Xiao Ling'er both wore looks of concern, waiting anxiously outside the door.

Su Chen did not ask why Shentu Ao did this, nor did he ask what grudges existed between Shentu Ao and the Sect Master.

Otherwise, when truly on the battlefield, one would inevitably crumble in the end, just like Yu Du, Qian Long, and the others he had defeated.

As if it understood, the Dragon Horse burned the blood in its body to its limit. It had to exert 120 percent of its strength to deliver Zhang Tiansheng to the designated location in the shortest possible time; this was what it had to do.

"No need! If I can't trust you, surely I can trust Teacher Xie? Go on, get busy, and help these juniors." The tall man waved his hand, dismissing him with a hint of impatience.

At this moment, Lun had already made progress. He discovered online that it was a key to a bank safety deposit box. After visiting no fewer than five banks, he finally found the "owner" of the key.

"Brothers, no matter who comes up, send them back to their ancestors! Are you afraid?" The instructor walked over, pointing at the enemy forces not far down the mountain.