Chapter Thirty-Seven: Long Haochen Confronts Long Xingyu: Am I Merely a Tool for Vengeance Against the Demons?

Yet, often the most improbable conjecture is the one closest to the truth. The greatest mistake Long Xingyu made was his tendency to let his imagination run wild without cause.

The closer an answer was to the truth, the more he refused to believe it, opting instead to conjure up an outlandish drama in his mind.

After several days of travel, the group finally arrived at the Knight’s Sacred Mountain.

The Knight’s Sacred Mountain did not refer to a single peak, but rather a vast, continuous mountain range enveloped by a massive formation. This formation was capable of gathering dense light elemental energy, making it an ideal place for cultivation.

Lu Youyou stared blankly at Huo Beichen, her dark, round eyes shimmering with a brilliance that resembled the pupils of a cat.

Watching Kong Shan sweat on his forehead, Han Xiang’s eyes flashed with a hint of mockery before she reached out to lift the lid of the furnace.

As a true foodie, Lu Youyou had long coveted the offerings at "Zhao’s," but had never had the chance to try them.

Su Tianbing, meanwhile, remained smiling, effortlessly dodging the giant’s attacks. In her eyes, the brute possessed only startling raw strength; he had failed to cultivate any true internal power, and thus posed no threat to her whatsoever.

With a thud and a crash, the man flew backward, smashing through seven or eight chairs. The unusual commotion caused even Zhao Zian, who had already turned to walk toward the door, to turn his head in curiosity to look behind him.

"What? He actually got in? How did he do that?" Wang Yan exclaimed, his voice filled with shock as he stared at Hua Xin in utter disbelief.

Chu Miaomiao felt this was a crucial point, for if the beast had awakened its intelligence, it meant it was capable of cultivation.

However, once those sword-based attacks entered the sea of blood, their speed slowed continuously, and the power contained within them gradually dissipated, vanishing entirely before they could even reach the powerful Blood Clan members.

"So it was him." A sharp glint flashed in Qing Yu’s eyes. He, of course, knew that the Tianyu Kingdom lay within the borders of the Beidou Prefecture. Moreover, it was from Beidou Prefecture that Qin Xuan had emerged years ago, earning the title of the Child of the Big Dipper.

Shrugging, Qin Xu slumped onto the sofa, looked up at Xu Mengyao, and explained what had just happened with a wry smile.

After a long sigh, Qin Xu forced himself to pull it together. He stared unblinkingly at the night scene outside the car window, his heart filled with unspoken thoughts.

As for the actions taken by Yang Xi’s side, Luo Lan, the head of the Luo family, was surprised but made no move to intervene, as they were partners after all. If Yang Xi could boost production capacity, his Luo family could sell the goods; there was absolutely no risk of falling behind.

"Well, it’s a class that combines physical combat with lightning damage—essentially an upgrade to the traditional Seymore warrior. It allows them to imbue their javelins, spears, and battle-axes with lightning, raising the warrior’s potential ceiling. That’s all."

As for wanting to reshape his bones, that was laughable. Below the Eternal Realm, even the power of a Spirit King could not easily invade his body, let alone reshape his bones with it.

Perhaps the decline of the Sea Race was destined from the moment the Oceanic Pantheon refused to change.

Picking up a pair of rings from the jewelry stall, Leon said to Trist, "When we return to Chang'an, marry your A-Mei. You two have already waited five years; a person doesn't have many five-year periods to waste." With that, he bought the gold dragon-and-phoenix rings and handed them to Trist.

After some polite exchanges, Ji Ning prepared to take his formal leave. Liu Liang and Lian Chenghe accompanied Tang Jie to see Ji Ning downstairs, and all three expressed their intention to attend Ji Ning’s wedding in two days.

No one knew what Lei’s "humph" meant, but the generals quickly returned to their respective ranks, leading their troops as they rolled toward the Teke Gorge.

"Senior Brother Zhao Gang, the message has been passed on. I’m sure Ximen Qingsheng will settle the score for us soon..." the person whispered to Zhao Gang.

Chen Xiao nodded, then sat down cross-legged, joining Liu Ruoyun and the others in a meditative state. The ambush by the Heavenly Might Sovereign had drained a great deal of his essence and energy.