Chapter 52

"No need to trouble yourselves!" The Emperor appeared behind Ye Chen at some unknown moment and suddenly spoke.

Fu Xi observed the look on Gu Mou's face and indeed saw no trace of greed in his eyes—only admiration and a sense of wistfulness.

On the right stood a slightly portly man with glasses, his head bowed, not daring to meet Ouyang Lie's gaze; this must be Manager Hu.

"The place of seclusion and the Beast Grave? Neither seems particularly special, but what exactly is their aim toward our Myriad Beasts Valley?" Fu Xi frowned slightly, murmuring to himself.

They had exhausted their lifetime's cultivation, added their innate divine powers, and only with several supreme immortal artifacts managed to barely withstand that forceful impact! Even so, they were left battered and bruised.

"Di Qing! Someone actually shares the same name as the famous Song Dynasty general!" Yang Miao exclaimed in surprise, then laughed.

Now, everything had become clear—the so-called Heavenly Interpreter was none other than Xiang Hao in disguise, who had deceived everyone with his unique skills.

As Xiao Feng spoke, he shed his gear, took a few grenades from the group, and once again charged back into the fight alone.

"Good, I knew the old general was courageous. Then let us begin." Liu Yong, appearing confident, slowly retreated, positioning others in front of himself.

"No, we advance and retreat together." Xiang Hao took Ye Rou's hand again. Though he said only those few words, Ye Rou's eyes grew moist.

With a fierce resolve, Zheng Shanguo waited until one day a turning point appeared—a special soldier who had pursued the assassin with Lin Ping found Zheng Shanguo and provided him a lead. Lin Ping had already left Qizhou, following that trail toward Longyou.

It was only a few minutes before Jin Fei also reacted; the previously forward-spreading wall of fire started turning toward the right.

As he finished speaking, Qin Luo and the others noticed that the King of Tianshan had assembled all his sentinels and was closing in on them.

An attempt on the prince's life—everyone would avoid such a thing as if it were the plague. Anyone involved was doomed, even if the assassination failed, for it was a challenge to the royal family's authority. Not even Li Shimin could withstand the pressure from the entire imperial clan.

"It can't be. Mu Qingshan isn't that kind of person; he wouldn't abandon Mu Yi. Your Majesty Zi, am I right?" Zi Feng, however, felt uncertain. Mu Qingshan still hadn't come forward to explain himself, and a heavy weight pressed on Zi Feng's heart.

Yet he lived in fear that one day Qin Yebo would discover just what lay within his heart.

But what method could allow even outsiders like Liang Chen to receive the blessings of the imperial dragon vein?

"Three hours. Take this city, use it as a base to recuperate for a day. In seven days, I want our army at the gates of Yinchuan!" Ashina Helu's eyes flashed coldly, his voice emotionless.

The two roads formed a U-shape, with Yinchuan resting at the bottom, guarding the passage to the heart of the Tang Empire.

Night gradually fell. Though only three kilometers separated them from the bustling Heika Town, the army camp before them felt like another world entirely.

Xiao Ling nodded, slowly recalling what had happened earlier. She tossed her textbooks and robes onto the opposite bunk.

"Days without parents are like rainy winter nights—so bitter and cold, so helpless and forlorn," Uncle Wolf said, his voice choked with tears.

The corridor dimmed, only blue and violet lights flashing by, accompanied by stirring music that made one feel as if they had stepped into a futuristic world.

Lu Yi always had limited options among the human race. He would naturally return to that heavenly palace, but he would also make thorough preparations. Escaping into the void was a retreat long discussed with the other human sovereigns.

Hearing Anning offer to pay for the cup, the server said nothing more, simply added the price to the bill.

Though Bai Ya responded, he kept his head buried in his magazine, not even looking up. He had to finish it at the same pace as the minister, or the minister would be displeased.

She wore a troubled expression as she thought for a while, then looked up at the ceiling—then to the corner of the clubroom—pondering how best to express herself.

After hearing this, Han Yu's face darkened as he recalled what Ouyang Han had said to him. Suddenly, he laughed aloud, startling Pan Qing.

To return to the main story: though the planet Ruilton was officially neutral, in fact, their commercial ties with humans were extremely close.

The system possessed no power of foresight, but its deduction abilities were formidable—hence why Miao Renfeng's kingly mission always offered three options.

"That's fine, then!" Zhao Yongqi's answer was exactly as Yoo Jae-seok had expected. After all, this was SKCD's turf; they'd paid a hefty price to bring in Zhao Yongqi. If they embarrassed him, they'd have to be out of their minds.

A majestic voice resounded, and the world suddenly darkened. Thunder roared in the sky, and a bolt as thick as a barrel struck the man below.

"Whew, the seal is broken. The Golden Spear is yours," Wu Feng tossed the spear to Wang Dong, then took Red Boy and ran toward the side of the medicine garden.

This was only the overall plan; the finer details were conducted in secret by the four clan chiefs. To ensure absolute secrecy, even Master Yun Ye was kept in the dark! Now, apart from the four chiefs, Luo Tian was the first cultivator below the Core Formation stage to know.

Ye Fan had chosen his location with care, near the Divine Domain of Dawn. The domain here was based on the natural arts, so if Ye Fan set up a grand formation of time, it should be unbreakable.

In a battle between equals, Shi Yi had pushed his power to the limit—Ghost Eye Immortal Pupils, Wandering Steps, all suffused throughout the space. Three great powers, shifting at will; in his mind, the three previously discordant forces were gradually merging into one.

As they spoke, Song Zheng's phone suddenly rang. When he looked at the screen, he nearly threw it away; his expression changed instantly, making Feng Xiaogang curious.

After Zhang Yi spoke, he bent to pick up a steel rod and struck it hard against the tank's tread. Glancing at Wang Baoqiang, who looked alarmed, Zhang Yi knew Wang had also sensed it.

Even if one's trust was solid, some things couldn't be said lightly—for if something comes too easily, people won't cherish it.