Volume 1, Chapter 67: The Plot Comes to Light

The two returned to their room and began to wash up. Zhou Yu'an had not drunk too much and did not need Xia Xiyin to take care of him.

"Very well! I agree to your terms, but I have one more condition. Regardless of who wins or loses between us, I am only lending you the Desolate Stone. Once you are finished using it, you must return it to Desolate Prefecture!" Zheng Chen specified returning it to Desolate Prefecture rather than to himself, because in his mind, the Demon Monarch was very likely to kill him.

Prompted by the reminder, memories finally returned to Sun Buqi's mind: he had gotten drunk at Li Shufang's house yesterday, and Li Xin had come to pick him up, after which his memory went completely blank. When he woke up in the morning, he found himself in a hotel.

"Teacher Xiong Anquan, thank you so much for helping me get this book. I suppose that without it, I would still be struggling to read that massive tome," Qin Feng said, pulling another Longevity Pill from his pocket and tossing it to Xiong Anquan.

"No, it's just that I feel this Tieling Mountain is somewhat peculiar. We'd better not go up," I stammered a bit, unable to give a coherent explanation.

Moreover, the men lying in ambush in the mountains did not come from a single faction. Although they were all elite fighters, compared to the formidable army under Li Cunxu's command, the mountain assassins severely lacked military discipline.

A large black banner hung in the center of the Han army camp; while it caught the attention of many, no one paid it any mind.

Queji, Mijia, Suli, and Huaitou were all chieftains of the Eastern Xianbei, wielding immense power. They had all broken away from the Chanyu Court and harbored ambitions to re-establish the Chanyu.

Following the direction of Luo Yan's gaze with a face full of confusion, Sun Qian discovered that Cheng Yaorao and Jing Wu were sitting gracefully on the sofa drinking tea. Cheng Yaorao's eyes carried a hint of alluring temptation, while Jing Wu's expression remained calm, exuding an otherworldly, icy demeanor.

However, considering that Yu Mi was pregnant and unsuited for long journeys, and remembering how desolate the Sili region was, he decided it would be best to remain in Yanmen.

Scars San's men still remained in this temple to rob the rich and give to the poor, while old man Yu at the foot of the mountain still relied on Scars San for care.

The ancient dragon-whale said stubbornly, as more and more divine beasts gathered around. Aside from low, middle, and high-grade divine beasts, other supreme divine beasts had already arrived at the scene.

Qi Cai held a glimmer of hope. When they broke through within the Supernatural Powers Group, he could comprehend the heaven and earth energy they practiced. Previously, he had comprehended the fire spirit energy to the fourth level; if Ruth were to step into the threshold of cultivation now, he should be able to reap some benefits as well.

If not for the Lady Liu and Xia Ruyan leveraging the Crown Prince's power to bully others and throw their weight around, those rumors would probably still be the common gossip of ordinary citizens after their meals today.

At the same time, he had also devoured all the desires of more than two hundred thousand dragon-lizards, causing them to perish in the jaws of their own kind. This accounted for nearly a tenth of the entire dragon-lizard clan, which could also be considered a contribution to the war effort.

With lingering terror, Qi Cai felt that his internal organs had all suffered injuries, and the monster seemed intent on not letting him go, pursuing him all the way.

Regarding the memories lost by Ye Jinglan, Hawkins had always felt both a sense of regret and a sense of relief.

The Star-Hosting Divine Monarch abruptly halted on the Mist-Locking Bridge, staring fiercely at the heavily injured "Divine Son Gu Xu" and demanding an answer.

She had carved a carrot into a flower, arranged cucumbers into a landscape painting, and made a fruit salad. Combining Chinese and Western styles, her culinary art filled me with absolute admiration. Even my mother was astounded at the sight of it.

Whether it was my eyes playing tricks on me or not, I always felt as though I caught a hint of a cryptic smile at the corner of Xia Haoyu's mouth. Could it be that he was filled with absolute determination to win?

Vittorio had been frowning deeply from the very beginning, and he hadn't even truly listened to Luca's words.