21. Send Me Up to the Azure Clouds

"I'm planning to head back to Chang'an and bring Ping'er back for a few days," Dong Hang chatted with Deputy General Sun as he entered Luoyang.

"Stop!" The man’s strength was truly explosive; in the blink of an eye, Qiao Dongyang had blocked Quan Shaoteng. If not for the relative calm on his face, Chi Yue would have feared he might suddenly assault the police.

Tianlang understood. The orders they had received must have been to kill anyone who dared to intrude into the temple—anyone at all.

Wang Shouhu had a mind to say something, but seeing the certainty and even mockery in Long Wushou’s expression, he couldn't be bothered. It didn't matter much anyway; it was just a little more time needed for digestion.

"Ordinary humans only live for a hundred years; I won't fight for that. Even if it were handed to the human race, it would only bring more war. It is better to leave the dominance to the Fu race," Wang Shouhu replied calmly.

The porcelain bottle was nothing special—a grayish-white vessel painted with a somewhat distorted flower in cyan. Under the lamplight, it even looked a bit fake.

Before the fire ships could be ignited, a massive "boom" suddenly echoed across the river. A water spout as thick as a man’s embrace surged twenty or thirty zhang into the air, instantly tearing a dozen unlit fire ships nearby into splinters.

Chi Yue’s cool gaze shifted from her slightly stunned face to Wei Ge. He looked nonchalant, his handsome face bathed in starlight beneath the moon, exuding a cold and unique temperament as if separated from others by thousands of mountains and rivers. Yet, the moment his eyes met hers, his expression changed instantly.

Neither explaining nor wasting words, Pei Bi struck first. Ran Zhi had no choice; he knew Pei Bi was his only true confidant, and without him, he would be truly isolated.

She suppressed her patience. If not for the many eyes around, she would have liked to step in and help the old man.

"Daddy, Mommy, if you are really worried about our safety, just send a few more bodyguards to protect us. That should be enough, right?" Gu Kuiyi shrugged.

Jiang Meili complied. As she threw it, the jade statue instantly grew in size, transforming into a puppet of her own stature that stood silently before her.

Looking at the note left by Master Jinguan following the information on the Suihan Chiwu Bee, Shen Luo remained speechless for a long time.

This was also the reason he had agreed to bring Alan along—partly to verify his own theories, and partly to see if Alan could save Zhu Biao’s life.

No sooner had the words been spoken than dozens of people emerged from both sides of the quiet mountain path. They wore different styles of clothing, but all were in the manner of martial arts practitioners. Each held a long sword and looked fierce, blocking the three of them with an imposing aura.

The young man in white took a few more steps forward, cradling a touch of green leaves in his right hand. In a daze, he recalled the scene of discussing tea with Luo Chen late at night at the Luo family residence in Yangcheng.

Gou Zhongtian, currently locked in a stalemate with Qin Long, suddenly sensed something and turned his head toward the direction of the Chu family estate.

Yu Lang pricked up his ears and listened carefully, discovering that the sound came from behind the rafts of the Ouyang Chamber of Commerce, hidden in his blind spot.

This bead was the monster core of the Silver-Ring Shark. With it in hand, his mission could be considered successfully completed.

Furthermore, fearing accusations of cheating, Kuang Tie set up an extra camera to film his hands and screen while showing his face—he was undoubtedly a streamer with immense skill and top-tier awareness.

However, the saber wound on his back was too deep. The unrelenting flow of crimson blood drained Wu Jie of his strength and vitality.

Meanwhile, Wang Anyu and Qingluan were in another realm, on a verdant plain. After arriving, they found the scenery beautiful and, instead of flying, spent their journey bickering and playing as they headed toward Red Deer Mountain.

Qian Jun clutched his broken leg, howling in agony, filled with regret. Now, everything had been handed to Cao Wang on a silver platter, and he had lost two legs in the process—a total disaster.

She tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Her father’s words echoed in her ears, each one piercing her heart and leaving a dull ache.

When they were about to reach the territory of the Spirit Talisman Sect, they saw that the sect was located within a mortal city. It turned out that because the sect had been founded long ago and focused primarily on talismans rather than spiritual cultivation, they did not require the honing of temperament and feared no contamination from the mundane world.

He had no thoughts to begin with; he felt that he had truly been mistaken by others.

The two walked slowly to a stop in front of Sima Longcheng. The Crown Prince then smiled at him and said, "Chen Zixu, Crown Prince of the Tianyu Dynasty, and Crown Princess Tang Yerong offer their respects to the Daoist Master." After speaking, he bowed slightly. Though it was a formal greeting, it felt devoid of any real sincerity.

Hui Deyuan smiled and gave a thumbs up, shaking it meaningfully—the implication was clear: excellent.

The Premier nodded. That was indeed the sentiment now; it was no longer a matter of who was right or wrong. It seemed the leadership of Jiang Province had been caught in the crossfire, but since they had devoured all the benefits and left the other provinces with nothing, how could they expect anything but resentment?

"Are there no street dance experts in the country who can even slightly compare?" Wu Ya’ni ignored the chatter of the backup dancers behind her, wanting only confirmation from Jin Ling’er.

The common folk who rose early to earn their living were terrified at the sight and scrambled to hide. They whispered to one another, wondering how many more villages and people would suffer and face disaster.

Old Master Leng burst into laughter, his face twisted in an incredibly arrogant grin. At this moment, he was truly a sight to behold, while Li Si, also smiling, had not expected such a turn of events; it far exceeded his imagination.

Li Si gave a wry smile, his eyes glinting with cold light. He hadn't expected this to happen; the sheer number of these fellows was astonishing and far beyond what he had anticipated.

After breaking into the Hall of One Hundred, his primary task was, of course, to cultivate immortal techniques to survive the challenges from other sect disciples once the newcomer protection period ended and to hold his seat. But what about the upcoming sect grand tournament? Should he really, as Zhang Wuchang suggested, stay out of it?

If there is a car that looks like something seen abroad, yet was designed by Chinese engineers, it must be a Chery.