Volume 1, Chapter 61: The Qingyang Army

Although Kelu had sent out the red messenger signal, Mourer still had much to say. He released a divine falcon in return to indicate that he had already mobilized his troops and was marching to the rescue, while simultaneously stating that his men and horses were exhausted; launching a rear-guard attack on the enemy would most likely leave them powerless to secure victory.

The soldier stood frozen for a moment, then shook his head in resignation and walked away. What on earth had happened to the King nowadays?

Xuan Yi scoffed, "You didn't feel shy even when I stripped you bare, yet now you claim to have things you cannot say? Your determination to follow me is simply not enough!" He was deeply curious to hear what she had to say, so he deliberately provoked her a little.

"Stop talking! Get out... get out of here right now..." Tuoba Shao seemed to recall some unbearable memory and shouted harshly at Cheng Bing.

The generals burst into boisterous cheers, all talking at once to discuss what they should do over the next few days. It seemed as though they were truly on an extended holiday and intended to relax to the fullest.

Jiuer offered a cold smile, her brows slightly raised. Her rounded yet sharply contoured chin tilted upward slightly; even without speaking, the disdain and murderous intent in her demeanor were fully and vividly displayed.

Ling Feng rose to wash and tidy himself up, feeling a twinge of guilt in his heart. As the newly appointed peak master, he had vanished for seven or eight days right after taking office—it was truly quite inexcusable.

I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching the wine jar tightly to my chest as if this could somehow ease the terror clawing at my heart. Would I die if I fell from such a great height? The thought involuntarily spun in my mind: if I plummeted and fell to my death, would I be the very first immortal in the history of the celestial realm to plunge to my death while riding a cloud?

"The extreme cold of the deep ocean has a devastating effect on the Fire Divine Beasts. Since your parents never achieved human form, their bodies have been completely invaded by the chill," Guo Huai said softly as he placed his hand upon the Fire Divine Beast.

The cat demon stared fixedly at Han Yi and said, "I want to stay with that child. For some reason, I feel a deep sense of affinity when I look at him."

Yang Feng stepped out from the Gate of Reincarnation, yet he still coughed up a mouthful of blood. Although he had already retreated quite a distance, the shockwave had still inflicted severe injuries upon him. The sheer destructive power was utterly terrifying.

The back garden of the Lan family estate had transformed into a genuine battlefield. The two factions engaged in a life-or-death struggle; the vibrant, colorful spring blossoms were endlessly trampled and shredded, while table after table of banquets were smashed into fragments amidst the brawl.

At this moment, Li Mingyi gave off an unfamiliar aura, carrying far too many complex emotions within him.

This cave was actually quite spacious, wide enough for people to walk through without any difficulty. Moreover, the cave did not descend vertically; instead, a flight of stone steps extended downward. Following the steps all the way down, Ye Qing found that despite the surrounding darkness, his vision remained unobstructed, allowing him to clearly observe the entire environment.

Although Lu Feng was decisive in killing, he operated on the principle of not attacking unless attacked. He had never taken a life rashly, and at the thought of a young boy dying in his place, Lu Feng felt a pang of lingering reluctance.

Seeing this, the two men parted. The bearded man walked ahead to lead the way, while the younger man followed behind Wan Baoer, deliberately maintaining a distance from her.

Lu Feng gestured for them to stop. Under Jiang Ning's puzzled gaze, Lu Feng gave an address. After thirty minutes of cycling, even the elderly man who looked to be around sixty years old had broken into a sweat.

This abrupt remark snapped Shen Miao sharply back to reality. Coincidentally, a gust of cold wind blew in from outside; she sneezed, and in an instant, all her sleepiness vanished.

Liu Zhihui extinguished her cigarette in my arms, then closed her eyes and leaned quietly against me.

Inside Donghai University, after reading up on pharmacology for a while, Ye Tian looked at the clock and saw it was already midnight. A wave of drowsiness washed over him; after all, he had just returned from a drinking contest. While he had forced most of the alcohol out of his system using his cultivation, he hadn't used his techniques for the final two glasses. Consequently, the alcohol was now rushing to his head, making him somewhat sleepy.

"Then let's save it for next time. Next time we can go visit the West Sea. Pulitzer says their Flower Country is quite nice," Luo Hong said, holding Tao Tu's hand while searching for New Town.

Night Bear possessed a booming voice; when he roared, his cry could be heard for a thousand miles around. Apart from the various demons on Breaking Soul Mountain, the expressions of every single demon clan member in the forest changed drastically. Their entire bodies trembled violently, their faces drained of color, and sheer despair filled their eyes.

Even though the Right Tuwei Army had arrived as reinforcements, they still remained at an absolute numerical disadvantage in terms of troop strength. To rashly engage the enemy in battle at this juncture would be utterly unwise.

From the outside, this earpiece looked no different from any ordinary headset; Qu Yaojie guessed it was probably designed that way to avoid drawing suspicion.

As for that Master Tongmiao Wang Zaixi, he truly had rather peculiar tastes. Not only was he fond of bald-headed nuns, but he was also remarkably skilled in the art of bondage. When Wu Kai rescued this young lady, her entire body was bound with thick red ropes the size of a thumb; the slightest struggle would cause the cords to rub against all her sensitive spots.

Fang Jun had a splitting headache from his endless noise, thinking to himself that although Guo Xiaoke was also a rough-edged fool, back in the day he had at least fought through mountains of blades and seas of flames, carving out a future with his own life! How on earth did he end up siring such a spineless son?

That sturdy man was probably somewhat strong; compared to those frail miners, he likely acted as the boss around here.

Because the route the Zubat took him on was heading nowhere else, but straight toward the place where the black smoke was currently rising.

The thirteen monkeys had actually dug a five-meter square pit, yet they had dug up absolutely nothing at all.

After laughing, Lu Qingtian lifted the wine flagon once more to pour. The flagon was not large, and its contents filled exactly six bowls.

Originally, they had anticipated that the Purple Light Divine Emperor would continue seeking out Murong Qingge, employing a mix of soft and hard tactics. This kept them on high alert for several days, yet nothing happened. The Divine Emperor seemed to have completely forgotten their existence, never summoning Murong Qingge again.

The servants exchanged nervous glances. Stopping her was out of the question, yet letting her go unhindered would undoubtedly spell disaster. They could only watch helplessly as their Second Young Madam stepped up toward the upper floor step by step.

Two years ago, he declared he would never return. Yet now he was back, though he was no longer the person he once was.

"Prince Yan and Marquis Shen's heir will be dining at the estate. Prepare four cold dishes, four hot dishes, and the eight major bowls according to their usual preferences," Qu You instructed before turning to leave.

My cold, dark gaze swept across the people standing around me, yet I could find no suspicious figures. Who had just pushed me?