Chapter 130: The Trio Who Strip Even Passing Geese Bare

The person sent by Huang Shuo was discovered by Abao and promptly tied up. The three of them were about to commit a mischievous act, so they naturally could not afford to be detected. After reaching an agreement, Bai Nianxuan, Abao, and Mendy quietly infiltrated the Moon Demon Palace. With Mendy, the Child of Prophecy, leading the way, the denizens of the palace remained completely oblivious to their presence. As for the defensive magic array set by Agares, the Moon Demon God, around the treasury, it was a mere trifle for Bai Nianxuan.

Her head suddenly grew heavy; she collapsed, arms splayed, and fell straight onto the floor. Her eyes closed slowly, and she drifted into a slumber with a smile on her face. During this time, Ye Li suffered several episodes, with whistling sounds echoing throughout the cave, yet none were enough to rouse Lu Xuan from his state of emptiness.

Contemplating this, Lin Yu could not help but cast his gaze toward Yan Xi, who was not far away, only to find her looking back at him, the provocation in her eyes quite evident. Chen Wei felt his heart racing whenever he was with Zhao Yu—not out of romantic feelings, but because this girl could always do things that made one blush and palpitations rise; pulling a man’s hand and placing it between her legs was something only Zhao Yu would ever do. Even Mu Ye bowed toward the Nine Saints Hall as he passed by, while Lou Wannian curled his lips in disdain. Tianyi put down what he was holding and swallowed hard, his chest aching; his heart ached for her.

After the previous incident, Yun Ming understood that although Lu Xuan appeared to be a pushover, he was actually more stubborn than anyone else; once he had set his mind on something, it was difficult to change. However, crossing the Opening Light Stage was truly of paramount importance, so Yun Ming exerted a bit of his spiritual power, attempting to force Lu Xuan to accept his perspective.

People entering and leaving the marketplace either rode oxen, other strange-looking mounts, or simply walked. Ah Huang hesitated for a long time, finally resolving to go and try the teleportation to see what it was all about. Just then, Uncle Lu happened to run over to find his master, saying that Teng Jidao had something urgent to discuss, though he did not clarify what it was.

A gaze that looked down upon all living beings flashed by. Layers of sonic booms exploded wherever the gaze passed, and thin red threads flew from the pupils, twisting and circling until they formed a long red sword.

Shen Yu looked at Chuxiu, and recalling how difficult and treacherous his career had been over the past two and a half years, he felt a deep sense of sorrow. The assassinations he faced when confiscating the Ming family’s assets, the narrow escapes from death on the battlefield—he had risked his life not merely to restore his family’s honor, but ultimately, for her.

"Of course! Don't let our burly appearance fool you; we are college students, you know. We understand that much!" the fat man, You Liang, said cheerfully.

Lu Hong’s expression remained calm, yet a hint of joy lingered at the corners of his eyes. If not for the business at hand today, he would certainly have found close friends to drink with. In the morning’s group competition of the martial arts examination, Lu Hong had placed first in the second group. In a few days, he would go to the Imperial Palace with the other seven candidates to determine the final rankings.

Kindness is kindness, and hatred is hatred; he understood this clearly. Even if he despised Wang Zhi, he would not mix his gratitude toward Shen Ci into it. That would only trap her in a dilemma of pain, yielding no other result.

Just after Kubei left on his own, Long Ji and his companions encountered a strange fog. At that moment, Lin Yingbin, frightened by the situation, disrupted the group’s rhythm, causing them to scatter. What is meant to come will come, and what must be faced will be faced; one cannot simply escape everything they wish to avoid.

The annual Christmas party had finally arrived, a night for students to shine and showcase their talents. The dusk had blurred, and the shimmering light of the setting sun hid in the dark blue twilight, gradually fading away.

Watching Lü Erniang knead the dough, Lü Xiang’er was reminded of the mooncakes from her past life. Although mooncakes had lost much of their original flavor, Lü Xiang’er would buy a few every August 15th. She would brew a cup of flower tea, gaze at the moon, and eat the mooncakes, thinking of her parents, whose faces had grown blurred in her memory.

Upon receiving the message from Lu Ping, an intense discussion naturally took place within the Sun and Moon Divine Court. However, they had no intention of dispatching a large force just to deal with Qin Zheng and his followers; after all, it was not as if they were about to start a full-scale war with the Great Qin Dynasty. As long as the force sent was sufficient to slay Qin Zheng and his companions, that would suffice.

When Gu Yun heard Lü Mengning report on the current strength of the Battle Alliance members, he only smiled faintly, as if the presence of one intermediate Saint Warrior, twenty-four junior Saint Warriors, and thirty-five senior Saint Battle Masters was merely a matter of course.

The two Han family disciples roared in anger, their true essence surging throughout their bodies as they gripped their inherited sacred weapons, their murderous intent soaring to the heavens. After all, nearly all the Jiang families in the world originated from the lineage of the Human Emperor Jiang. If one were to trace their roots, the Imperial Master and Jiang Yuan definitely shared the same ancestor: the Jiang Emperor, one of the three great Human Emperors.

"Director, there is a call for you!" A police officer ran out from the entrance, his face full of panic.

Wu Youdao landed on the ground, stumbling as if drunk, his aged face flushed red as blood. The toxins accumulated over his lifetime surged up, swirling with the chaotic currents of his true essence, piercing his heart and mind, impossible to control.

As the Supreme Elders breathed a sigh of relief, the Blood-Robed Divine General spoke again, instantly reinvigorating everyone. Even Dongfang Wuliang could not help but widen his eyes, nearly unable to restrain himself from applauding.

The four-legged Earth Dragon beast let out a roar, lashing its tail in an attempt to shatter the sword, which had grown somewhat illusory in the air. Yet, the sword, though having consumed some of its power, descended once more to strike the beast.

Rolling his eyes, he thought that only someone like the God King Qiye, who wandered the world with such detachment, would use the phrase "a tiger falls to the plains and is bullied by dogs" to describe his opponent. If the opponent were the tiger, wouldn't that make them the dogs?