Chapter 51: Rights and Wrongs

Everyone stared fixedly in that direction, their eyes wide with astonishment. None of them had expected Xia Fanchen's combat prowess to be so formidable.

That being the case, the itinerary for her and Shen Caiwei could now be finalized. If possible, they would set off overnight to find a way to complete their mentor's mission, and then return at ten o'clock tomorrow morning to investigate the Sea God Palace once more.

"It is the Eternal Sky and the Holy Wolf blessing the Suque tribe!" all the herdsmen declared. The excitement lingered among the people long after Ashina Queyu had departed.

The body of the demonic cultivator jerked backward three times consecutively, and upon the fourth jerk, it burst apart with a loud bang.

Qing Yan smiled bitterly to himself upon hearing this. Listening to the Sect Master of Tianxin speak in such a manner, Qing Yan could not help but wonder if this monster, resembling neither demon nor deity, was truly the Sect Master of Tianxin at all. Such words issuing from his lips were utterly unbelievable. Although the Sect Master was recounting past events, it still left Qing Yan deeply bewildered.

"Alright, our guest is arriving, let's stop talking." Sensing Xu Tian's aura, Xia Fanchen immediately quieted down and began to sip his tea earnestly.

Li Bing was momentarily stunned, a faint, bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips before he gave Liu Yu a thumbs-up.

The fellow beside him had genuinely learned a great deal here over the past two years. Jiang Jing's version of the super-body concept was a distinct improvement over the original. Of course, that was merely Li Wei's personal impression; whether the audience would buy it remained to be seen.

Wang Mazi and the two youths chimed in as well, leaving Li Xu with no choice but to let them shout as they pleased. After all, Fuli was merely his Turkic name and could hardly be considered an official title. As for the honorific "Lord," he simply chose to ignore it.

"This subordinate knows his crime! This subordinate knows his crime!" Wang Yanming kowtowed so violently that his forehead stained the ground with blood.

I tremblingly accepted the gift box. The base of the box was red, and in the center of the lid was a patch of transparent glass. Through the glass, I could see a red hair clip with white dots inside. It looked somewhat old, and the paint on its surface was slowly peeling away, yet the red foundation still faintly retained its former luster.

Li Zhenguo and Zhao Hui led the classmates to the restaurant for dinner first, after which everyone went to tour Jinshui Garden.

Everything was proceeding according to her plan, and now she was simply waiting for the right moment. However, even if the right moment failed to arise, it mattered little; as the saying went, opportunities were meant to be seized, and could she not create the right moment herself?

Yet, observant individuals noticed that the weather in Yin Capital had also shifted—having only just entered August, the temperature had plummeted drastically, and after two consecutive days of autumn rain, there was a faint chill in the air resembling the onset of winter.

The cave entrance was about ten feet square; under normal circumstances, it would have made a fine shelter from the wind and rain. At present, however, massive boulders grazed the top of the opening, continuously sweeping down with overwhelming force as if they might obliterate the entrance entirely at any moment.

Although he could not fathom the reason, Captain Song knew instinctively that they would not have undergone such a transformation without cause. At that very moment, he suddenly noticed that Master Liu beside him also wore a deeply furrowed brow. The beam of light from Master Liu's flashlight had remained unmoving since the start, shining fixedly into the stone pool.

"Very well." Shui Xizhi lay on the bed, glanced at the silver needles, and then looked back at Shiyao with a smile. Whatever the case, he trusted her unconditionally.

He could never understand why his parents, knowing full well that Yin Shiqing was insatiably greedy, still insisted on keeping him by their side.

This was a blatant insinuation that Prince Ling and the Princess Consort of Chen had arranged to elope, but for some unknown reason, the Princess Consort had failed to appear, choosing instead to send back a message of severing all ties.

After Lou Mang and Fu Ming put on their protective gear, Nanlou replaced their precious swords with wooden ones. Yet, for ferocious warriors like Lou Mang and Fu Ming, even wooden swords could inflict severe injuries upon an opponent.

Early the next morning, Wu Song took his leave of Elder Liu. Despite the elder's repeated attempts to persuade him to stay, Wu Song remained firm, prompting the old man to present each of them with thirty taels of silver, which Wu Song accepted without hesitation.

Meanwhile, in an even more concealed spot upon his body—so hidden that even Zhang Feng himself remained entirely unaware of it—a faint flash of light flickered briefly before vanishing, as though it had never existed at all.

"Let's go talk in my dressing room." Wearing her costume, Shen Roujia took Nie Wei by the hand and led her into her private dressing room.

As Chen Zui's thoughts raced, a black hole materialized in the air, and he prepared to flash into his portable space to escape.

Now Zhu Xiangjun thought to himself that the hotel's environment was certainly pleasant enough. Surely Bai Yuxue would not reject him this time! Overjoyed and impatient, he leaned in to kiss Bai Yuxue's beautiful face.

Originally, he had told himself not to mind it, but could one truly remain unconcerned?

"The commander means to say that if I can take first place this time, I can become the company commander of this new recruit company!" Upon hearing the commander's words, Xiao Liang's eyes lit up once more.

"Old Zhang, my general is a man whose word is as good as gold, and he will certainly not treat you and your men unfairly. Only, you must not go back on this matter later, otherwise..." Guan Hai grabbed Zhang Niujiao, lowering his voice.

One did not even need to think to know how to choose. Hanguang was Liu Bian's birthplace, and both his wife, Lady Tang, and his mother, Dowager Empress He, were there. How could he possibly not return to provide reinforcement?

While speaking, Zhang Fei maintained his speed and swung his eight-foot serpent spear straight at Yuan Tiangang's head.

Feeling a sense of subtle awkwardness, she stepped out of Shen Yangze's enclosing radius and sat down on the opposite side of the table.

He finished speaking in one breath, paused, picked up the teacup at his side, drained it completely, and poured himself another cup.

Jiang Yi could only roar inwardly, not daring to scold her, and could merely accompany her in her anxiety, grasping her hand while gently patting her back with the other.

Li Mu picked up a fragment of paper—an ordinary piece of paper, yet it still retained a faint trace of water-attribute spiritual energy.