Chapter 23: Brother, Can You Take Me Home?

Lin Yu made his move. Without giving Su Xuanhao any time to react, he grabbed Su Xuanhao’s shoulder directly. With just a bit of force, Su Xuanhao immediately let out a blood-curdling scream.

Su Xuanhao was stunned by Lin Yu’s sudden action. He had never imagined Lin Yu would strike first. Fueled by alcohol, his face twisted in anger as he roared, “Let me go, or else you’ll have it coming…”

Dao Tian nodded at Master Mo Guang, who waved a hand and summoned Zhao Huanhuan back. So, the three of them set off for Mount Qingqiu. Under Wang Chen’s guidance, they teleported directly there. When the Wang and Chen clans saw Wang Chen, joy filled their hearts. Wang Chen, too, was delighted to see his old friends. After exchanging a few trivial words, they finally turned to more serious matters.

This was understandable, after all—they were from Baiyue. To this day, people in Shenzhou knew very little about those from Baiyue. With the exception of a few infamous groups, such as the cannibal tribes, most had never even heard of them, let alone any renowned figures, like the Witch King before them.

Xu Shilin, however, did not seem overly alarmed this time. On the contrary, he appeared calm, though when he looked at Wang Chen, his gaze was filled with fervor and admiration.

The three members of the Li family were terrified, bowing and expressing their thanks in trembling voices. They rose awkwardly and stood off to the side, not daring to sit in front of Yin Zhen.

Qin Yi was momentarily stunned, but soon understood, a faint excitement flickering across his face. It seemed that the matter from three days ago had been settled.

Inside the main hall, he saw many items wrapped in red cloth. Lady Fu, the wife of Duke Guo, was seated inside, sipping tea and discussing what else needed to be purchased.

“So you say the capital will move in a year. True, the main office is in the capital, but how could such a transition happen all at once? If someone can’t maintain that position, there will surely be people left behind to clean up the mess!” Mo Nian said, setting down her tea and leaning back slightly in her chair.

Su Xia supported Zhang Yuanhao’s scorched body, channeling spiritual energy through her palm. She brushed away a layer of blackened ash from his face, revealing the features underneath, disfigured by spiritual flames.

For the next half month, Cai Yong, Huang Chengyan, and Hu Zhao took turns lecturing. Han Wei and Huang Yueying always sat together, growing closer each time, though neither ever confessed their feelings. Instead, this only made the atmosphere between them more ambiguous.

Ye Chen, Feng Tingwu, and the others were escorted by the Lord of Life and Death, heading toward the end of the road to avoid the war brewing in the land of Origin.

A long time passed—it was hard to say exactly how long, but to them, it felt endless.

It was said that ever since then, several court officials had come to visit, each of higher rank than the last. The gate guards didn’t even bother to report them; they were turned away at the door.

The four-eyed giant grinned savagely, tightening his grip with one arm. Within the yellow halo, a mournful cry suddenly rang out—it was from the flag-like artifact belonging to Master Tianchen.

Before Zhang Liao and Gao Shun could react, Lü Bu vaulted onto Red Hare and rode away, soon returning.

Ye Chen could well imagine it: when a mighty cultivator reached old age, their vitality dried up, and unwilling to let others witness their decline, they withdrew alone into the cosmos, planting medicinal herbs on a remote star to prolong life, until finally, their years ran out and they became part of the yellow earth.

If I can devote my life to guiding students by word and deed, what worry is there that our nation will not become strong?

Zhao Yun twirled his hooked halberd in his hand. Though plain and unadorned in appearance, the weapon was perfectly balanced and well-crafted.

Such strength was not due to innate talent or racial gifts like the Nanwu Banner Clan, but simply an unreasonable, overwhelming power.

“Brother, are you serious?” Fingal looked at Qin Ming before him with a strange expression.