Chapter 122: The Well-Behaved Er'ya

Wang Wenyu comforted him, "Even if you are unwilling to return to Dafeng, you should at least go back to Baisha. Your colleagues are there, and so are we. If you encounter any trouble, you won't be as helpless as you were today. Let's not talk about work for now; let's head back to Baisha first. I am so hungry I could eat a horse."

At the persistent urging of the young couple, Liu Xingyu followed them back to the fruit shop.

Xiao Yuxin generously sliced a plate of mangoes to treat Liu Xingyu.

Jiang Fan, anticipating that some private matters might come up, decided to spare Liu Xingyu's dignity. He asked the Huifeng Restaurant to set up a dining table outside the fruit shop and ordered a few dishes.

Just as the owner of Huifeng was placing the rectangular table...

Consuming a single Red Immortal Fruit would greatly enhance his cultivation and allow him to leap into the Nascent Soul stage, but if he were to share half with Kongji, the fruit's efficacy would be significantly diminished.

Except for the siege of Jiangling City years ago, Zhang He had almost never engaged the army of Liu Bei. He had not even heard the name of someone like Wei Yan, who had only recently been promoted to the rank of General of the Tooth Gate. Feeling that craning his neck to argue with such a person was beneath his dignity, he stopped retorting and ordered his soldiers to fire their arrows, intent on shooting Wei Yan off the cliff.

"Great! Finally, someone has come on their own to protect the throne!" Cao Pi’s mood improved, and he hurried out to receive them personally.

"What did they say? How many men did they bring?" Han Xuan felt as though help had arrived in his hour of need. Amidst the recent chaos, he had gone a long time without any news from them. He knew that Liu Pan and Huang Zhong had three thousand troops, but they were part of the regular military; although their ranks were slightly lower than his own, they were not under his jurisdiction.

In truth, Gao Fei was severely wounded and was currently sustaining himself purely on sheer willpower, unaware of when he might collapse.

Although Zhao Hao was only at the early stage of the Semi-Saint realm, his cultivation was extraordinary. Even among Semi-Saints, he was capable of battling Sages. His combat prowess was a cut above the rest, which was precisely why he had been able to intimidate the old man in the Withered Stone Courtyard.

"This time, heading to the Journey to the West world, I need to change my strategy and try my best to preserve the combat strength of that realm," Zhao Hao mused to himself.

The next moment, a figure appeared in the sky. The man's robes fluttered violently, his eyes flashed with brilliant light, and the powerful aura surrounding him scattered the clouds as he looked down upon the earth.

Zhao Hao nearly burst out laughing. He thought he was already quite ruthless, but he hadn't expected his employees to be even more formidable. They were truly worthy of their professional training.

Prompted by the High Priest, Lin Feng remembered that they were still within the Immortal God Tomb. The tomb was on the verge of collapsing, and once it did, those remaining on its surface would be in grave danger. He did not know what their fate would be; while they might not die, they would likely be scattered to unknown corners of the world.

What is the Emperor planning? Cai Yang narrowed his eyes. According to the implication of his words, the Third Prince was already out of the running.

It was indeed a meticulously crafted plan. Even Greem would never have imagined that the vessel he had so carefully cultivated would scheme against him this way. But as the saying goes, one who commits many injustices is doomed to destruction—he had simply woven his own cocoon and trapped himself.

Jidanbo was instantly revitalized, leaping up by reflex and nodding respectfully toward Kenpachi Zaraki. With a powerful shove from his brawny, ox-like hands, the West Gate of Seireitei was pushed open.

Watching the group walk away, Li Shiyu’s gaze lingered on Zhao Mu for a moment longer. She let out an almost imperceptible sigh, her eyes gradually turning resolute, before she turned and headed in the opposite direction.

"Brother Tianmang, what is your take on this?!" Suddenly, a low, sharp voice interrupted him, asking the question with a tone of disdain and slight irritation.

Yu Zi had no idea that she had unknowingly caused a learned scholar from a foreign land to depart in frustration. She was far too busy, sweating profusely.

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