Chapter 62 Relinquishing Military Power over a Cup of Wine

Zhan Tianwang was a supreme-realm martial artist, someone who could practically walk sideways across the martial world. Yet today, he was reduced to a lump of rotting flesh, beaten to death, blow by brutal blow, by someone's bare fists.

"Indeed, nature is balanced, and many animals have their natural predators. Moreover, the fear of these predators is deeply embedded in their genes. Giving this equipment to Erlang will yield miraculous results," Lord Laozi explained.

Nature was not Baili Yuan's given name; it was simply a title others used, so Baili Yuan could use it as well.

Shopkeeper Ye realized almost instantly that Luo Yuliang had not followed them. It was as if Shopkeeper Ye sensed that these people were not merely here to invite the young prince.

A year and a half later, Liao Cangchu met Zhan Xinyi's father at the Liao family estate. Liao Cangchu thought everything had turned a corner, but what he heard instead was the news of Zhan Xinyi's marriage, as her father had come specifically to deliver the wedding invitation.

Though billed as a casual meal, restricted by the tight schedule of the noon hour—primarily because several leaders had to attend a meeting—it was nevertheless a highly valuable gathering.

Jiuluo recalled how, back at Biyuan Immortal Mountain, he had risked venturing into her illusion with his spiritual sense, sharing life and death with her and saving her life. Had she known he was the lofty Heavenly Lord of the Yansou Division, she might not have allowed that sense of gratitude to be tainted by other emotions.

Hearing this from the side, Yuding thought to himself, fine then. With this master, disciple, and grandson duo—one gathering materials and the other taking charge of forging—there was nothing left for him to do.

In an instant, all the disciples of the Pang family grew furious, each and every one vowing to kill the youth from Qiongshan to avenge Pang Ao.

Had it not been for this reason, people in Jintucheng would have ambushed and intercepted Li Mu as well, because no one could predict which ancient path the latter would take.

Who could have expected that the moment the gecko was released, the sky would be filled with the shadows of kitchen knives, their cold light flashing brilliantly and nearly blinding everyone.

"Where is this?" Shen Shuchen followed Baili Munan as they twisted and turned through the paths, finding that the deeper they went, the more pronounced the sensation of breathlessness became.

Sikou Nan had originally stood in the void with his eyes half-closed, but unexpectedly, a violent gale swept over. His body swayed unsteadily, unable to hold its position in the air, and he was swept up by the wind. Hastily channeling his dao arts to force himself down into the ruins, he drove his legs deep into the earth and plunged his sword into the ground, pressing his hands against the hilt to resist the howling wind.

Shen Yuechen had been living at the school for the past few days, and Tang Feng had already provided photographs of the fat woman and her two companions to the security office, instructing the guards not to let the trio inside. Consequently, they had no way to enter the campus to look for Shen Yuechen as they had done in the past. Because of this, they had waited bitterly at the school gates for several days until they finally caught sight of Shen Yuechen.

"The newspaper. It can only be done through the newspaper. As long as the secret code is published in the pre-arranged column, his subordinates will see it," Nightingale said.

As the sound faded out, the surroundings fell completely silent. The three of them stood frozen for a moment before a response echoed faintly from far away.

He had originally intended to keep up the facade of a benevolent master-disciple relationship with Ye Linyuan, but he had never expected that all pretenses would now be completely stripped away, leaving not the slightest possibility of keeping up the act.

Seeing Ye Qingge pause for a moment before following after him once more, Jun Yumo saw none of the previous pleasant surprise, nor the former clinging infatuation; even her gaze had changed.

"Pardon me for disturbing you so late. It's just that official duties compel me, and I have to trouble you with a small matter concerning Wenqin." Since they were all acquaintances, Feng Kun did not bother with excessive formalities. Besides, his rank was several levels higher than Ye Mingxian's.

"Death is at your doorstep, and you're still worrying about those three idiots. You really something else," Yang Ping sneered derisively.

Third Young Master Ye was about the same age as Bai Ye, but the feeling of being held in his arms was worlds apart. Perhaps it was simply because he was his daddy.

The horse's four hooves, however, were as thick and sturdy as those of a Tibetan yak, with four pairs of flapping miniature wings growing on the outer sides of its massive trapezoidal paws. Clouds wrapped around the periphery of its hooves, suspending the peculiar creature in mid-air in a motionless, floating state.

"Not at all!" Third Young Master Ye prudently chose silence, wearing an expression that clearly said it was entirely your imagination.

Old Man Li let out a cold snort, drew his dagger, and slashed fiercely across his own palm.

Fortunately, the third brother's face was not entirely obscured by blood; at first glance, I could still recognize his features.

Young Master Ye refused to let up, continuing to lean on the horn while revving the engine with a roaring thud, accelerating and charging toward the Hummer with reckless abandon.

"Too despicable, too shameless!" the giant vampire cursed viciously while struggling helplessly against the anomaly riding on its back.

I stared at them in astonishment, wondering if this was an illusion, or if I had drifted off to sleep without realizing it and fallen into a bizarre dream.

At this moment, it was six quarters into the You hour, roughly equivalent to half past six in the afternoon in modern times. However, because it was summer, the sky was still bright.

He knew all too well what kind of position Zhou Chunfeng currently held in the eyes of the Three Imperial Families—essentially that of a thorn in their side that had to be eradicated at all costs. Thus, Zhou Chunfeng's level of danger went without saying. If anyone were to court danger this time, the most perilous position belonged not to Han of Lishui, but to Zhou Chunfeng.

However, upon arriving here, for some inexplicable reason, Cui Lai felt a particularly strong sense of familiarity, as if this place was known to him, resembling the very passage through which they had once charged forward without looking back.

The fifty-four defeated soldiers immediately lowered their heads in silence. The old Daoist priest was simply too ruthless; it seemed true masters really did hide among the common folk—a fortune-teller with extraordinary swordsmanship and mastery of Gu poisons left them with no choice but to accept their defeat.

It was not until a flash of sword light grazed Mu Jinxi's cheek that her expression finally turned frosty. She was playing for keeps, and if you don't roar, people really think you're a pushover!

Meanwhile, back in the Mu estate, Mu Jinxi was swinging her legs leisurely, studying the mysteries hidden within her sleeves, wondering if there were any herbs capable of halting the further spread of Murong Ruo's illness.

Ever since she married into the family, Xuanxuan Rou had endured everything, hoping to build a reputation of virtue and gentleness for herself. Little did she expect that Zhang Youxian's craftiness far outmatched her own.

Once Luo Jinyi had her fill of joy, Qin Yilrang took the lead and steered the conversation toward Zuo Liuxang's lifelong affairs.

After a long while, until fine beads of sweat oozed across his forehead, something miraculous happened.

Lu Xi paused. He had only arrived here yesterday, for goodness' sake, as if he were holding Mianmian captive.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me! I apologize for what just happened!" Brother Long completely lacked his earlier swagger, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, looking like a stray dog.

Yang Xiaofan put on that set of clothes once again and returned to the underworld, for today was the day the Skeleton King was scheduled to give him the investigation results.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Wang Xueluo glared irritably at Beichen Jiuge, letting out a low growl. She had no idea what Beichen Jiuge's body was made of; it was as hard as an iron wall.