Chapter Forty-Three: Long Xingyu Finally Finds Bai Yue and Bai Haochen

Just moments ago, Master Dao had spoken with the highest praise for that Mister Qi, yet this fat fool before them clearly possessed none of the aura of the legendary figure. Hence, the magistrate of the Bai family quickly dispatched a trusted subordinate to the Ministry of Justice, intending for their men to guard every entrance of the Prince Gong’s residence.

Listening to their conversation, Nan Wan paused, lowering her gaze to the two water cups in her hands. Under the influence of Black Dragon’s machinations, the topic of the Black Dragon Night Market soared in popularity, especially among the student circles. Her delicate, radiant smile was utterly captivating, making one wish to offer her the very best the world had to give.

Shen Nanfeng was momentarily stung by his words, unable to utter a single retort; he could only wear a grim expression and sit in silence in the car. Nan Qing was still deliberating whether to pretend she hadn’t seen Qi Yu, when Mu Zhi beside her suddenly clutched her sleeve in a frenzy. If those hunters had already lost their wits, hearing her speak might instantly betray her location.

If Qin Jiang hadn’t long ago instructed: “Black Dragon employees must not cause trouble or break the law without reason,” and recited numerous legal clauses, he would have gone up and slapped that sour-faced woman twice. The difference between those trained and untrained was clear—across from him, the burly man relied solely on brute strength, with poor riding skills. Luo Xin, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, flashed like a bolt of light before the burly man’s eyes, wind rushing in, and with a single stroke, cleaved his fine head in two.

Even a complete, unrestricted spatial transfer would be useless in his hands; whether flawed or whole, the premise for activation was always the use of spiritual or soul power. Yet his cultivation had truly advanced by one level, reaching the mid-stage of Foundation Building.

Within the True Word Sect, some disciples had begun to embrace the power of the self-styled Great Immortal; though they were warned when discovered, as their numbers grew, Mo Wujie was helpless and could only allow it. The other Earth Realm specter finally realized what had happened, let out an angry roar, and rushed toward Gu Dongchen.

The summoning of heroic spirits here had concluded; now they awaited the gathering of all spirits and the battlefield provided by Gaia. Yet Shirai Tsuki was troubled by the presence of Kazami Yuka, standing beside her.

After Haha’s remark, everyone’s gaze shifted to the hotel entrance. Through the transparent glass, the cars parked outside were clearly visible. “In Jurassic Park, is the Dinosaur Island more dangerous, or is staying in the city riskier? According to the film, the fleet on the tracks has a seventy percent casualty rate, and of the remaining thirty percent, many are severely damaged. Can you guarantee you won’t be vaporized by the Zerg’s anti-air plasma cannons?” Li Xiaoyi retorted.

The Lhasa River, though lacking the sacred purity of Lake Namtso, possessed its own unique romance. The appearance of this plugin was sudden; Qin Zhao originally thought it must have been placed here by her master. An enhanced human, transformed by the Sky-Shaking modification, had exponentially increased physical resilience and energy resistance.

Seeing Wang Hao’s embarrassed face, Su Wan couldn’t help but smile in happiness. Without hesitation, he unleashed the power of his spell, targeting the red-haired fellow. He had used all his strength just now, confident that his punch would be fatal.

Setting traps became effortless—almost automatic. Oh, and the iron ball had been moved outside the partition; Lina seemed to have grown attached to Qiuqiu and planned to use the ball as a protective talisman for her home.

Shen Ming approached the Jing family, scrutinized their complexion, then examined their eyes and mouth. Yu Changhai finally saw that Major Ding Keshan had arrived; he snapped to attention and complained, “Major, the Russian army is extremely cunning—they’re hiding in buildings and alleys, and using tunnels to ambush our troops.”

“Alright, your beauty is unrivaled. I can’t use this, so take it.” Qin Ming smiled, handing the brocade pouch to Yuhuan. He didn’t insist further; after all, these were but flirtations between the two. Xu Jiehong was about to rush forward to intervene, but was pulled back by Wu You, who couldn’t spare time to explain.

Now, with nothing left in reserve, even aided by the miraculous power of the Eight Span Mirror, Itachi’s defense was undoubtedly superior.

At this moment, two tall and slender figures appeared inside the teleportation array. Both had long hair cascading over their shoulders, strikingly handsome, with piercing eyes. Subtle ripples of spiritual energy spread outward, causing everyone within the gravity field to turn their heads.

Fortunately, things went smoothly afterwards; aside from the occasional cold snort, Dongfang Ziyan showed no further displeasure, at most casting a few glances at Ye Chen. Kiana sat tiredly in the watchtower, gulping water down her throat.

“It’s very familiar!” Xu Shu laughed; this scent was unmistakable—it was the perfume Zheng Wanli had taken from her a few days ago. She surmised Zheng Wanli had indeed gifted it to the Empress in her name, and the Empress clearly recognized it, hence felt safe using it.

The next morning, when Qing An opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Wenlun clutching his meditation cushion, snoring like a dead pig, while Xu Yao still sat upright in a dignified posture, a stream of pure energy swirling above his head, growing visibly stronger.

“Young master, treating Zuo Wu this way—won’t it completely chill his heart?” Zhang Xuchang asked worriedly after getting into the car.

Only the top hundred are recorded on this leaderboard, each position receiving its own reward, the true reason why disciples constantly challenge it. There’s also a leaderboard for Qi refining disciples; though rewards are fewer, they’re still generous for newcomers.

Su Tianbao was overjoyed—this was Su Lejing’s voice. The task was complete, meaning the team mission succeeded. He quickly shared his location, and ran to the inn’s entrance, looking around in excitement.

After that conversation, the two grew closer; seven days later, Wang Hai brought another bowl of medicine, similar to the one from before, to Gu Jue.

It turns out the Jinling Zhen family, since the founding emperor, often married into the royal family—an elderly concubine in the palace entered during that era. The Zhen and Jia families were even closer; the first generation of Ning and Rong lords married Zhen sisters, making it a tale of beauty at the time.

Zhang Liang’s concern for Iron Hammer’s mood had nothing to do with kindness; he simply needed to rely on Iron Hammer. Now, the two, assassins targeting the Qin Emperor, were prime suspects pursued by the authorities.