0103 Ouyang Ye’s Guilt

Yan Qingqing glanced over. "The Wisdom Elixir?" Indeed, when she opened it, that was exactly the pill she saw.

"It's for children. If taken before the age of ten, it enhances their intelligence. Since you and your spouse have appeared here together, it means you’ve acknowledged this brother-in-law as family. Naturally, I must ensure the well-being of your child. But let me be clear—only children who share your bloodline may take it. Others cannot."

Du Wushuang did not see herself as a saint.

The Dragon King of the Jing River froze where he stood. His dragon head fell to the ground, and only then did his lower body collapse into the river, turning the waters a deep crimson.

However, judging by the outcome of the recent fierce battles, the imperial army’s prospects looked grim, especially after tonight’s surprise attack. She was certain that Yushan had employed the Feng Shui geographical map—a treasured artifact her master, Hanjiang Diao Sou, had once mentioned and whose formidable power she well understood. Now, what was she to do?

The second-generation Blood Ancestor on the Blood List was among the strongest current figures, bearing the true essence and all the power behind the Blood List. Nearly a hundred eras ago, after that glorious chaotic age and the disappearance of the first-generation Blood Ancestor, the Blood List’s ruler emerged.

Mo Chen’s recent actions were in line with the latter. Despite lacking the strength, he forcibly dragged everyone, including the ghost slaves, into the dream realm, resulting in the collapse of the dream space.

During the brief melee, just as the elite Shu troops disguised in Jin uniforms switched allegiance, they immediately launched a counterattack. Before Duke Chonghua of Jin could react, an unseen arrow struck him squarely in the chest from behind.

When Ji Huayun began speaking his first strategic sentence, he turned around, only to witness Ye Fei assisting Chen Fugui in breaking through the encirclement. Then, with great flourish, Chen Fugui cracked the oak dining table with a mighty kick.

Jin Shengzhe did not force Han Bo to choose “yes.” He believed that the four leaders of the fierce King’s faction would not willingly submit under coercion; thus, he left the choice to Han Bo.

Indeed, the conclusion was irrefutable! Even knowing that such a verdict would overturn centuries of prevailing belief, and that countless moralists and authorities would soon resurrect their critiques to lash out, the most pressing concern was how the Purple Lotus Chamber of Commerce—one of the continent’s top ten guilds most intimately tied to this legend—would respond.

Many hearts fluttered with the same thought: when a great power strikes, there is simply no room for negotiation.

Then, Wangcai let out a low growl, frightening the restless spirits in the temple into trembling and hastily hiding away. A few trails of black smoke streaked into the dense forest and vanished.

In that very instant, He Ran’s chest heaved violently, his face contorted into a grimace of ferocity.

Jiang Wei nodded. Even his own disciple had no clue what had become of Li Xiaoyao. Only by clearing the final stage would the truth finally be revealed.

“Very well, I no longer wish to err. But—betrayal will never be tolerated!” With that, he turned and strode past her without looking back, retracing his path.

“Elder Ye’s mastery of Taiji, grasping the laws of life, has reached the legendary realm where he can raise the dead from bones and flesh!” Ouyang Bubai exclaimed in astonishment.

Beneath his taut expression, thin lips twisted with a sinister sharpness. Suddenly, his eyes flickered. “Stop!” Lan Yize spoke abruptly. The video froze on a rarely used Disney gate, where a man wearing a hat hurriedly fled carrying a sleeping child on his back. When he reached the gate, the man glanced back once more.

“It seems the only way is to pull it out,” Mo Qiang said, tilting his head. The flagpole soared into the clouds, its top barely visible in the night. The battle on that side was reaching a fever pitch. Mo Qiang glanced over; Peng Yu and Long Yangjun fought evenly, the air shimmering with waves of heat.

“Oh my, I think I’m hallucinating. That latecomer actually took first place?” Xiaoxiao yelled in disbelief.

During the clash between the realm of gods and the other demigods, that shadowy figure, upon seeing himself seize the Ancient War Emperor’s secret, could no longer restrain himself and struck out.