Volume One, Chapter 111: The Emperor of Yan Is Stunned!

As they spoke, the brothers finished packing their gear. Li Yiling led us deep into the mountains, and after traveling some ten miles from the village, we stopped on a flat stretch of land. It was already afternoon; we ate some bread, drank from a mountain spring, and Li Yiling began to commune with the Mountain God.

Only by gathering the Gate of Metal Virtue and the Gate of Earth Virtue could this sense of hollowness be completely dissolved. What Yang Kai did not realize, however, was that because this hollowness was intensifying, his face had turned deathly pale and sickly, as if he were suffering from a lovesick malaise.

Anti-war sentiment, the abolition of the monarchy, and national independence were the three great enemies facing Lin Fei, and each was more formidable than the nations of Britain, Germany, or Russia.

There was another consideration: Jiang Chuantang’s spirit child represented the righteous path, while theirs was of the evil path. Without a comparison, no one would know the difference, but once compared, it would surely invite trouble. They decided to act decisively, luring Jiang Chuantang out, but they had not expected him to bring us as helpers, leading to their total annihilation.

The atmosphere here was exceptionally eerie, the scent of decay far more pungent than elsewhere. They had to exert control over their own wills to ensure they were not swayed by this pervasive force.

He immediately ordered the giant beast-skeleton warrior and the demon-rat skeleton warrior to move in opposite directions, maintaining a vigilant watch dozens of meters away to prevent anything from sneaking up on them. Then, Tang Fan summoned the long-spike demon skeleton warrior and stationed it several dozen meters away in another direction.

He stepped into the swirling vortex portal. Yelu Minghao, who had been following Cui Hao, followed him closely into the rift in space.

Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, and the others had not seen Yang Kang for many years, so they did not recognize him at first. Combined with his martial arts, which were so formidable as to be beyond their reach, they could not possibly link him to Yang Kang. Yet, when they heard him call himself Wanyan Kang, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi immediately realized who he was.

The various masters besieging Lu Tianyuan and his four companions were now focused on the Purple-Flamed King Eagle in the distance, each of them breaking into sinister grins.

"The Temple of Evil Gods?" Yang Kai curled his lip and flashed inside. The Sword Demon followed closely behind, while the others waited outside.

From start to finish, Jietian merely watched. He did not stop the man from attacking, nor did he help him neutralize Dugu Yue’s sonic assault, as if none of it concerned him at all.

Bai Ran laughed nonchalantly: "In their lifetimes, they were all heroes who gave their lives for their country. I believe that even in death, they remain men of iron will. How could they possibly shoot cold arrows from the shadows?"

"Murong... your sister passed away very peacefully..." Xiao Changque looked at his hand, which remained frozen in mid-air, a deep disappointment washing over him. She still rejected his touch so thoroughly.

"Liu Susu, that’s enough! How could I possibly marry a village girl like you? You’re simply delusional! Why don’t you go find a puddle to look at your own reflection? Are you even... worthy of me?!" Yang Feng roared.

Leng Haoxuan still had no intention of answering her, merely turning his head, his expression displeased.

"Ningjing, don't be sad. It really doesn't hurt that much. I was just crying out so loudly because I wanted you to show more concern and sympathy for me. Don't look at the wound on my back; it looks scary, but it doesn't hurt at all, really," Tang Ning'an explained immediately.

This type of talisman utilized the principles of the Bagua. Once successfully drawn, it would render a malevolent entity incapable of causing harm to a human body for five minutes.

First, one must participate in the morning court session. One must wake up early every day, no different from the court officials, and one must strictly adhere to this even in the dead of winter.

Only Boss Wa, standing to the side, felt immense anxiety, yet he dared not speak. He already knew these experts were members of the renowned Spirit-Catching families. Many famous cultivation sects and clans dared not provoke them, preferring to keep their distance and maintain a "well water doesn't mix with river water" relationship—seeking their help when necessary but otherwise keeping them at arm's length.

Just half an hour ago, the stall had been packed up. The two of them had followed the owner here, only to encounter a group of ghost-masked men along the way, who then led them to a large mansion.

Di Wuchen tucked the quilt around Mo Jiu before rising and stepping out from the transparent canopy.

While Tong Buxi was having lunch in the guest room, Liang Er'er and Zou Lan returned, holding the infant in her arms.

Time flowed on. The sun set, the sun rose, then set again; in the blink of an eye, a day had passed.

Liang Sisi was ambitious—why would she suddenly want to get married? Liang Er'er couldn't help but look at Liang Jiefu. Seeing her father’s grim expression, she had a rough idea of what was happening.

Lord Gao took the child away and promised Qing Zelan that he would certainly rescue her and have Gao Jingchuan marry her.

It wasn't just Millsap who performed brilliantly; Barea, Tucker, Collins, and Wilkins also put in stellar performances.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank in one gulp. Xiao Bocheng set his glass down and sighed. He had much to say, but for the moment, he didn't know where to begin.

The implication behind her words was clear: do not expect her to take them to eat anything expensive or delicious.

"Oh no! Aiselin and the others must be worried about me. I have to show myself immediately, or they’ll be worried to death!" Nie Feng slapped his forehead and said urgently.

There were mostly beasts, among which were experts from both the Dark and Light factions—especially the Light faction, who looked much like humans, save for the pair of wings on their backs.

Han Ming did not care. He sat on the back of the black tortoise and flew with them toward the direction of the Tiangang Sect. Returning to the Tiangang Sect, Han Ming felt no strange emotions; his heart was as still as water.

Stuffing a seventh-grade elixir into his mouth, Ye Chen lowered his spear. A silver radiance erupted from the weapon, illuminating the sky like a silver sun. A terrifying fluctuation, enough to make one’s scalp tingle, appeared in the heavens, and the silver spear in Ye Chen’s hand exuded a shocking power.

However, just as Yang Ruoliang finished speaking, still wearing a smug expression, a slender hand struck out.

After the young woman set down the beer and received an affirmative response from the group, she began to open the bottle caps.

I felt along the bow body carefully. Although it was still somewhat rough, it was a bow I had made with my own hands, so I was quite satisfied. As soon as the arrows were finished, I could go find a rabbit to test its effectiveness. I was genuinely afraid that this type of arrowhead wouldn't even be able to kill a rabbit.

Of course, this was merely a setback. After all, Feng Zi’s age was a factor, and her strength was limited. Even with someone helping her, she could not possibly be a match for the three ancestors of the Holy Clan.