Chapter 50

With a touch of sorrow and reluctance, Kanata’s vision darkened, and he lost consciousness.

He was consumed by jealousy; he had only managed to obtain three Pulse Fruit, which seemed insignificant compared to Ling Han’s haul—how vast the difference was.

After a while, the two men’s faces turned a sickly shade of green. Because they too had discerned the truth—it was indeed as suspected.

Then came a second wave of envoys, who were also slain by Kanata’s men just outside Daimyo’s district. After all, the intelligence network of Mist Hidden Village was primarily managed by the intelligence department, with the covert unit as support. With Fugu Demon as an insider, dispatching envoys could never escape the watchful eyes of the intelligence bureau.

Smack! Kanata stomped fiercely, halting his steps. His face was grim as his shoulders twitched violently.

Every bone in his body was broken, yet his body still trembled, his skin quivering visibly—evidence of the excruciating pain he endured.

Discussions about how to respond to market price fluctuations, whether it was necessary to align with external markets and adjust prices accordingly, were underway.

With several muffled thuds, more than ten jar-like objects were hurled from the trees below onto a cliff about ten meters down. They erupted into rolling smoke, enveloping an area spanning several hundred meters in an instant.

The next moment, space rippled, and Minato reappeared before Kanata, his hair slightly disheveled but otherwise unscathed.

After this battle, the Mongols’ fate was sealed. The once unified tribes of the steppes plunged back into fragmentation.

Speaking of the Dragon Demon King, his origins remained shrouded in mystery. None present could ascertain his background, nor whether he was a Great Luo being or perhaps a higher-level quasi-Saint.

Ye Jinmu could perceive Zhong Qinghe’s thoughts but had no choice; she had graver truths to reveal to him.

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“Fight,” Liao Xi’s cold eyes fixed on the enemy forces. He speculated—these were Rome’s troops as well. It seemed all four nations had arrived. Well then, they would settle this once and for all.

If Jiao Jiao could truly be with Sheng Shi, then the Ji family would rise effortlessly.

Based on Zhang Zilong’s years of commanding troops, although the Heavenly Court warriors were numerous, they were but a drop in the vast Pangu world. Hence, every expedition demanded swift and decisive victory.

The incident involving Wu Ling and He Yifeng had become a joke between Yu Lu and Ming Nan; even now, recalling it made them laugh heartily. Yet both knew such matters were not to be joked about in front of Wu Ling or He Yifeng, lest they provoke a serious backlash from the fiery Wu Ling.

“Where’s Sister Jiaren?” After a formal greeting, An Chengyou scanned the preparation room and asked.

Parents worldwide often disdain their children’s presence yet dread losing them when the time comes.

As the two alighted from the car, Yu Lu smiled and took Ming Nan’s hand, leading him toward the villa’s hall. But before she could feel anything upon entering, Ming Nan suddenly pulled her forcefully into his embrace, and a whirlwind of emotions swirled near her ear.

The six men standing beside their monarch had all rendered great service to the Wandering Horizon. Their merits and martial prowess were beyond comparison.

Bei Ming Changfeng’s thoughts stirred; he immediately understood and swiftly snatched the staff key from Prince Lingnan’s palm, turning coldly to face him.

As her plain shoes touched the ground, Qing Yi felt a dizzying wave upon her forehead, her strength waning. She steadied herself against a white jade pillar, gasping urgently before slightly recovering, though still reliant on the pillar, unwilling to move.

Unexpectedly, after Nangong Fengyi and Lou Yuhuan vanished from Xiang City, they had arrived in this foreign cultivation world before her.

“No need to kill, then hide it somewhere. At worst, it stays buried forever, never surfacing,” Han Qingyi untied and rewound the golden thread in her hands.

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“In that case, given our cultivation levels, wouldn’t none of us be able to open it?” Mo Yunchen added.

How could that be? She was his sister. Even without blood ties, they were siblings. Yet, he felt something more for her—what that feeling was, even he didn’t quite understand.

“Kill!” The encircling enemies had evidently heard of Bei Ming Changfeng’s prowess. Their fiery arrows ineffective, they waved their hands and shouted orders.

Before the pool, a white-haired man sat with his back to them, a fishing rod in front of him as if fishing. Another rod lay beside him, suggesting another fisherman was nearby.

During his night patrols, when the world was deep and empty, the Thunder Dragon Brother from the Fairy Speech Bracelet appeared again, though his figure seemed faint and weak.

Gu Jianli’s heart sank, suspecting the matter related to Emperor Chang’s death. Months had passed; the Guardian Emperor had stabilized the court and begun settling old scores? But as long as he still needed his father, naturally, she couldn’t be touched.

“Come, lie down. I’ll give you an IV drip; you’ll feel better soon,” Yang Jingcheng smiled at Fu Xinghan.

In the afternoon, Yu Yunfei called Xiao Yu, inviting her to be a body double. Xiao Yu readily agreed.

After discovering Li Jian’s mastery of ice and snow powers, Ye Weilan called him every few days to invite him to her office or bedroom to help reduce her body temperature. During these cooling sessions, she would occasionally tell Li Jian how much she enjoyed the sensation of alternating between ice and fire.