Volume One, Chapter 30: The Wailing Horn

Lin Yuyu gripped the edge of the scalding fish tank with one hand, rising onto her tiptoes, while her other hand extended a ladle into the water, reaching toward the small octopus. Fortunately, the little creature was quite clever; as soon as the ladle entered the tank, it crawled inside of its own accord and clung firmly to the bottom.

"Okay, my Flash is up. Everyone, watch for my signal during the team fight," said Xiang Yu, the support player.

Over here, Kelun had finished his inspection and said with relief, "It should be fine." He then sat inside with the two remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators to familiarize themselves with the setup.

"Are there any side effects? Still, Elder Jiang has spoken, and I, Gu, believe this is the best possible course of action!" Gu Li said heavily.

They could not identify what material it was forged from, though it was likely crafted from the remains of a Great Sage’s weapon, as it had remained pristine for tens of thousands of years.

Speechless, completely speechless. Fine, he was a high-and-mighty master. With no other choice, he leaped inside and landed on their conference table, eyeing the completely bewildered crowd with a playful, wicked smirk.

"Zhang Zhali offended so many people. If they find out he is Zhang Zhali’s son, they might seek revenge! For the boy's safety, we must change his name! Wuwuwu!" Huang Yun sobbed.

In Taoism, the lotus symbolizes the practitioner—untouched by the five turbidities of the world, refined through experience, and regarded as a refined gentleman who "rises from the mud but remains unstained."

Yet, even so, the dozen or so Demon Venerables of the Nether Alliance who had entered with Meng Qin were all wiped out by that single strike.

Watching this scene, Elder Jiang was overjoyed. He hurriedly channeled his spiritual energy to summon the fifth drop of heart blood, wrapping it securely.

Three minutes later, Yu Fei emerged from the healing pod, feeling back to normal—at least on the surface, his injuries had fully recovered.

When it came to experiments, Naruto couldn't help but be concerned, worrying that there might be an issue with his data. He headed straight to the laboratory with Orochimaru, ignoring Karin, who was left behind stomping her feet in anger.

"How arrogant. Stop him!" Although the leader shouted loudly, he took no actual action, merely ordering his men to keep surrounding Chu Feng so he wouldn't leave so easily.

"What's wrong with me?" Xiyan looked at him with curiosity. Could Ou Jue have been stunned by her heroic and spirited dance moves?

I sat beside him. Although he was a prince, I never felt any sense of royal arrogance from him; he remained gentle even in front of the soldiers. Perhaps that was the charm of his personality.

Even though night had fallen, Cui Yuanping, the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard, spotted her the moment he passed by.

"No wonder the patrol car is here. It was barking wildly, demanding to get out. I thought there might be suspects lurking about," the officer said.

The arrival of Lü Meng’s troops convinced Liu Bei and Zhuge Liang completely. They were now certain that Xiangyang could not be held, and that they were left with only Nanjun—an isolated city with no hope of reinforcements.

Standing to the side, Feng Qingyang, who was gathering firewood, witnessed this and couldn't help but feel displeased. He could understand Chu Feng’s actions; having offended Chu Feng earlier, he felt it was only natural that he should suffer a bit now.

"The vehicle can go no further. We must get off here!" Chekhov’s voice came from the front. Xiao Peng and the others stepped out onto the riverbank beside the forest.

Just then, a wisp of black mist drifted over, drilling directly into Chu Lingfeng’s body and entering his sea of consciousness, where it transformed into an ancient, solemn figure.

Wen Yiming was filled with anticipation for this treasure hunt. Huang Chao was a madman who dared to touch the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, but the real prize was the Han tombs—especially the Maoling Mausoleum of Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, which was filled with countless rare treasures in its underground palace.