Chapter Ninety-Three

In their eyes, Chen Jing’s divine body had pupils that shimmered with rings of black and white light, and his whole form was shrouded in a pale radiance. To them, that light seemed almost untouched by any force. They did not know it was the power of faith.

Listening to the other man’s explanation, Su Zimo grew increasingly familiar with it. He pondered it carefully in his heart, yet his steps never stopped, and following Liu Yan, he entered the elevator.

“Is that so? You can come and try.”

Chu Tianyu offered no defense. He did not want to waste words; he only wanted to prove himself through action.

Although Chu Tianyu could not understand why Tu Feng had made a move, he knew the latter well enough to be certain there had to be a reason.

In a contest of marksmanship, he would surely lose. At this distance, Yuan Xing could not even see the other man’s figure. But a sniper was different. A sniper rifle had an infrared sight, and through it the world outside was no different from daylight. So Yuan Xing would not be so foolish as to clash head-on with him.

He would be beaten to a pulp, then receive fifty gold dragons as payment, but he had to keep it secret. That was the task Kang Ba had to do.

“Rest assured, both of you. I earned this honestly.” Seeing that they still would not believe him, he had no choice but to explain the matter. Only then did the two elders reluctantly accept it.

Yet after the Green Dragon Sword pierced one of the whirlwinds, it was like a drop of water sinking into the ocean. It entered and never returned, receiving no response at all. He was swept directly into the vortex and torn apart by its furious spin.

“Truth and falsehood—what is truth, what is falsehood? Who can know? Perhaps our world is only one bubble among countless minds, needing only a gentle prick to vanish into nothingness.” Zheng Ji let out a faint sigh.

“I-I’m fine. What time is it?” Yang Qing asked, trembling, his lips frozen blue.

The Emperor of the Golden Phoenix Kingdom also wore a grave expression. He had never wanted matters to become as they were, but the world often runs contrary to one’s wishes, and no one can easily change that.

Leng Mu had a scheme in Jinbei, and Xiao Yang had power there as well. The Ning family’s maternal uncle and aunt were in Jinbei too, and they had some standing.

After two months, over the Southern Sea, Eastern Sea, and Northern Sea, the banner of the Qin Empire had been raised, and it proclaimed the establishment of provinces.

Since that day, to Guliang’s astonishment, his master had built a small thatched hut atop Mount Jade Emperor and begun a seclusion that would last more than ten years.

In truth, Zhuo Yue had not underestimated those desolate beasts’ intelligence. Their departure was not some coy stratagem of feigned withdrawal; they had merely gone to fetch reinforcements.

Another man added, “What a miserable sight. She looked so young, and her shoes are even gone. She’s surely not going to make it.”

“Who are you?” Without answering her question at all, Youxi blinked and snatched the hose from Gao Xin’s hand, flinging it to the ground.

“Lord Feng, if I and Peng Ling go with you, as long as you can seize the token of the grand commander, we can help you take charge of the army,” Ye Yuying said softly.

Mu Zhirui pointed to a blue and white porcelain cup on the table. After Shen Wanyu and that Crown Prince of the Cold King departed last night, she had put away the tea set, leaving only that single cup behind.