Chapter 24: Who to Turn To

Avi and the others patrolled nearby, but aside from encountering a few pheasants, they found nothing.

“It’s truly unbelievable that this is a clash among these children,” An Rulie suddenly remarked from the VIP stands.

Just as Zhang Feng began flattering again, the man with the iron-faced gaze by the window suddenly brightened. In his line of sight, a shadow flickered past.

“Nonsense. At a time like this, I have no mood to eat…” Yang Zheng’s words trailed off, a tinge of sadness creeping in. He was well aware of the situation outside; the entire Chenghuang Temple was surely under police control. Though he claimed to want all the police to leave, he knew that was impossible.

“It’s nothing. It seems the person opposite isn’t the evil cultivator I thought. Perhaps I should meet with them,” Nie Wei had intended to duel with the supposed evil cultivator directly.

But any discerning person could see that unless this was orchestrated by the Xuanmo, no disciple, no matter how much they hated Tianding Sect, would openly kill under the rule forbidding murder.

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Lin Yu and the others had all drawn lots; their opponents were disciples from other sects, ensuring no intra-sect battles.

The disciple was already quite frightened and was startled further by Lin Yu’s words, yelling as he ran back.

To many struggling authors, the Divine Phoenix resonated more deeply than the eagle, striking a chord of empathy.

After Qin Xiong appeared on TV, not only did his father-in-law’s family start buzzing about it, even his own parents were discussing the matter.

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“Though they can fight, none are better than you. Our Xiang City has only two top-tier masters: Chairman Zhang and you. Don’t forget, I remember,” Qin Xiong said.

Previously, the commotion was so great it nearly brought down a heavenly calamity. Now, receiving the news, cultivators were surely rushing here. They had to seize as much as possible before others arrived.

Wu Hao chose to strike first. Though this was Wu Hao’s spiritual sea, he could still unleash his full strength as in reality.

Xue Fei stepped back toward Beidou, heading straight to the old Ice and Snow Palace. She stood among the snowy peaks for a long time, lost in thought. Finally, with a single finger, she shattered the head, consigning it to history forever.

At that moment, Li Xiaoya suddenly burst into tears. Perhaps Gao Jiahe’s words had struck a chord deep within her. The pent-up grievances found release as she crouched, hugging her knees, crying loudly.

Indeed, if this place were truly a hellish environment, how could humans survive here?

Because his mother was present, Qin Xiong said little. The father and son exchanged a glance, understanding everything silently.

The Qin army swept through the Kushan soldiers like a fierce wind, scattering them like fallen leaves. Of the 350,000 troops, aside from 30,000 infantry led by Suman Zavi and 30,000 cavalry assigned to support, the rest had collapsed, forced into isolated battles.

Li Er even felt that it wasn’t calmness but cold indifference. This made him somewhat curious, often zoning out during class.

Since May 10, Xing Luo had neither visited Hongyu Hall nor appeared again at Lunju Palace. Secluded and silent, she followed Duan Liuming’s guidance, diligently practicing practical external cultivation techniques, calming her mind and temper, and beginning to explore methods to condense the nascent soul.

The sky was shrouded in thick blood clouds, sunlight no longer reaching earth. The terrain cracked and rose endlessly, swallowing countless lives.

The three had long been awakened by the noise outside, too restless to sleep. When the lead captain entered, all three stared at him with wide eyes. The three technicians withdrew early, halting their massages.

But Lü Bu’s division of forces prevented mutual aid among troops, placing the situation in grave danger. Guo Jia was running out of options.

Inside the secret chamber was a simple room with a table and couch. On the table sat a cup of tea, its fragrance warm, as if the master had just taken a sip before leaving abruptly.

Liang Xiaoying had made it clear just now that she would have no further ties with me. The reason was simply that she no longer felt anything—just those four words, and a deep relationship vanished in an instant.

Ten minutes later, Gongsun Yu withdrew his hand. The aura instantly vanished. Rong Rong’s lungs naturally took over, beginning to function as she exhaled a breath of stale air.

Compared to Qin Ruyi, Tang Jin felt much more at ease, for before receiving the mission, he had no idea what dangers awaited.

Sitting on the bed, Lü Erniang thought of Lü Xianger, then of Song Yuan, recalling the longing look in his eyes when he left. In that moment, her feelings were complex, torn between wanting to go to the capital and reluctance.

The Bai Xiang she knew had always been steady, patient, low-key, intelligent, and cunning.

“Buddha need not be modest. We learn from each other, cooperate, complement each other’s strengths, and should be able to break through and enter the Wuyou Realm. How about you three?” Zhong Sheng saw the Buddha’s polite words and didn’t want to trouble him further, but he wouldn’t let the others off so easily.

“Good. The property office just happens to have a spare of this set of keys. Let’s go see now,” Qiao said, reaching out naturally yet deliberately, gripping tightly so she couldn't move.

“Who do you take me for?” Qiao, feeling belittled, frowned in displeasure and pulled away Nie Wanluo’s hand, ready to put the gear in place.

However, Lü Erniang had now tasted sweetness after hardship. Not only had she found someone who truly cared for her, but he was also Song Yuan, a Duke of Song and a key figure in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Compared to this, Zheng Baiyang was clearly not a man worthy of lifelong ambition.

Before she could finish speaking, a fierce wind of blood and screams swept over them. The familiar rustling sound of low flight was heard—sure enough, that female snake had come to exact revenge.