Lü Bu let out a great roar, his spear thrusting again and again, and several riders fell at once—but that delay was enough for Guo Si to be rescued.

Though this kind of draft horse was slow, the Iron Cavalry had sacrificed speed for defense and impact, so it suited them just fine.

The royal army returned in triumph, and the meritorious officials came home to the capital—this was a moment of great joy and celebration. No matter how moved His Majesty was, no matter how guilty he felt toward Crazy Tang, did he really have to issue a self-rebuke the moment they met?

In her heart, at least on this matter of “righteousness,” he was no longer beyond reproach. It wasn’t impossible that this would give rise to suspicion toward him.

The idea that Great-Aunt probably could never come to the Shen household again—was that something a mere maidservant should be saying?

“We really mean no harm, we sincerely want to help you—what exactly happened in this village?” Compared to the fire-rat cloak, Bai Yue was now far more concerned with what had happened to this village, what could have turned these villagers into this state.

“Yun Fei, Duo Ling, you two get out of the way!” Yun Zhen rode his demon beast, charging at the two of them with great imposing force, shouting.

Having already been startled once before by that “trick of the eyes,” Yun Zhen, upon entering the burial chamber, instinctively looked up at the four corpses hanging above, wanting to see whether that foot was still behaving itself. But the moment he looked, it was no small matter—he nearly lost his soul from fright.

Qing Qing looked at Qixuan, and seeing the look on her face, smiled and said: I think you’d suit him well—why not just let the eldest prince marry you.

“Wuwuwu, Teacher! Where are you, Teacher!” After the great explosion, the passage down to the lower level had already collapsed. It was only with great difficulty, relying on several brute-strength fighters, that they managed to clear the opening again—the cave below was nothing short of a slaughterhouse.

“Sister, you’re so busy with your duties, and these past few days you’ve worn yourself out for my sake too—go and rest, quickly. I can take care of myself.” As he spoke he tried to get out of bed, and Yu Luo hurried to stop him, helping him lie back down and tucking the blanket over him.

Duan Tianming understood the rules here, and took the item, putting it on—it was just a pair of refined-steel handcuffs, useful against warriors below the rank of War Marshal, but utterly useless against someone at the level of Quasi War King.

Hao Yun laughed bitterly, never expecting his luck to be so bad that he’d run into nine of these demon-clan experts all at once.

Mount Wanshou, located southwest of Mount Buzhou, was different—though it too was a towering, majestic peak, it didn’t particularly stand out among the mountains of that primeval age, seeming rather ordinary by comparison. And yet this mountain’s fame was in no way inferior to Mount Kunlun, home of the Three Purities.

Yu Yan no longer intended to hide anything either. She simply told them everything she had heard, all in one breath.

When he heard the words “Brother Tiger,” something seemed to flicker in Hu Yang’s eyes. It was only a brief moment, but inside, ripples had already long since begun to spread.

At the hour of Chen the next day, the group made their way to a wide mountain pass, where cliffs on either side sloped down into a V-shape. Towering ancient trees spread their lush branches and leaves, letting little sunlight through, and the lower reaches of the dense forest were shrouded in a faint purple mist, lending the place an eerie, forbidding air. This was their final trial ground—the Misty Forest.

“I’ll beat your—listen up. This old man here is the Fourth Young Master of the Shen family of the provincial capital. Anyone in the jianghu who sees me has to address me with respect. You dare to hit me? Just you wait—I swear I won’t rest until I get even with you. If you’ve got the guts, let me make a phone call.” The other side sneered coldly.

Delicate as a porcelain doll, frail and weak—probably because the drug had just worn off and she couldn’t bear so much strain, she had to lean against the wall to walk.

Someone like Beiming Qingliu—had he ever experienced the hunger, cold, and hardship of the common people under heaven? Had he ever truly understood the hopes of all living beings in this world? He knew nothing, understood nothing, so when he spoke of the people’s suffering, how much of it could really be sincere?

Princess Xiangcheng, Li Yunshu; Princess Runan, Li Yaoqing; Princess Nanping, Li Ruoxi; Princess Sui’an, Li Yuezhu; Princess Yuzhang, Li Liya; Princess Chengyang, Li Liyu; Princess Gaoyang, Li Ling.

The universe now had changed—the myriad races had risen, and it was no longer the era they once ruled. If they wanted to reclaim their former glory, how great would the difficulty be? Even the Divine King title dared not show its face.

These officers exchanged a single glance and already knew exactly what needed to be done; together, in step, they walked toward Liu Hai.

After a bit of searching, there seemed to be nothing to find. Zhao Lichun withdrew the demonic surge, and a natural smile slowly spread across the corners of his mouth.

He was already sixty years old. Though he had taken good care of his health, he was old nonetheless. Having trained in martial arts in poverty as a child, he’d developed a number of hidden ailments, and there was no way he’d live to be a hundred and see his grandson truly grow up.

Of course, I also saw the protagonist of the story, Dr. Chen, in his final moments—like a hero.

Back when those two old scoundrels from Xuanming had injured Zhang Wuji, he’d wanted to kill them then and there. But at the time, the sect had vast holdings and many affairs to manage, and aside from himself there was no one else who could hold things together alone on Mount Wudang—he couldn’t set his mind at ease. That was the only reason those two old scoundrels had been allowed to run free and unbothered for all these years.

Among the guests at this banquet were quite a few heavyweights. The brothers Du Qingshan and Du Qingfeng, along with Du Qinglong, kept busy greeting the guests at the banquet, completely unaware of what was happening in the back hall.

Gong Shuiye was startled for a moment—he’d seen this thing before. At the time he’d assumed it belonged to someone else and hadn’t paid it any mind.

Bai Ning nodded, letting him leave, watching his retreating figure for a while, his smile slowly fading into indifference. He clasped his hands behind his back and walked off toward the car parked by the roadside—after all, he had business to attend to and couldn’t afford to linger here much longer.