Chapter 71: The Importance of Public Opinion

In the beginning, it was only the people of Xucun who, in their leisure hours, listened to Xu Jiu recount the wonders of life in Yushan Town. After just one day, the tales spread like wildfire—one telling ten, ten telling a hundred. By the second evening, when Xu Jiu began his stories once more, a crowd of five or six hundred had gathered. The little mountain valley was packed to the brim, the scene lively and bustling.

Because of this, Zhao Ernang brought along people from Zhao Family Village as well. With the two of them taking turns, their storytelling was even more engaging...

“Captain Murong, do you hear voices below?” The vice-captain in charge of coordination hurriedly spoke to Murong Feixue, anxious that if anything befell her, he would not be able to bear the responsibility.

The black great hall was grand and imposing, eight massive pillars standing tall and proud, the divine beasts of the four directions gazing disdainfully at the heavens, and the central throne rising with authority.

Yet Liu Yongxiang did not do what she had hoped for, and Pan Hong could only leave in disappointment.

Hearing Su You claim once again that it was just luck, Li Haidong was at a loss for words. If he still believed Su You’s talk of luck now, he would truly be a fool.

Ling Qian gave a cold snort, the Seven Martial Array of the Frozen Sky and the Flaming Dragon Alchemy Cauldron both revealed in their full might, like two tigers vigilantly watching their surroundings. Feeling the pressure emanating from these two artifacts, Sun Yu swallowed nervously, thinking to himself that these must be Ling Qian’s ultimate trump cards.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear this was far from the imagined temple of the gods; it was more akin to a mortal administrative office, with followers in priestly robes standing behind each altar, handling an array of affairs.

Still, this outcome could be considered a blessing in misfortune—Hua Li was alive, and as long as he lived, there were ways to restore his lost legs.

With a loud “bang,” he crashed into the wall. As he slid to the floor, blood was already pouring from his mouth.

The process of the Yin Gu curse taking effect was so harrowing that even the bystanders could hardly bear to watch, let alone Ke Dai, who experienced it firsthand.

“I believe that if you truly respect your faith, then you should entrust the right of choice to him as well,” Brett said.

Yan Lingshu’s accusation left Shen Qingqi feeling utterly wronged. When had Feng Qingyao ever colluded with the officials of Jiangnan in a plot against the throne?

Sorting data, drafting experimental plans, refining procedures, planning materials, apparatus, and equipment.

Biting back the pain in his mouth, Xue Junjie’s words came out thick and indistinct; if one did not listen carefully, one would never have guessed those swollen lips were trying to speak.

Yet Liang Yajun, as the director of the Cultivators’ Alliance, felt it even more keenly—power, for some, was a temptation stronger than anything else.

What followed was the announcement that she would be betrothed to Crown Prince Zhou Yunk, to become his princess, along with a vision of the bright future awaiting them.

Not long before, even before their master could act, Mo Jinchou had already leapt forward with uncanny precision and taken down a wild wolf.

Before the words had faded, the old warrior slowly lowered his head to look at the Dark Moon scimitar, belonging to the bearded man, now embedded in his side. Boiling energy raged within; he stared at his betrayer, unable to utter a single word. Even in death, he could not believe that the one he had trusted to guard his back was, in truth, a devil.

As for the crowd of supporters present, Liu Yu was utterly indifferent. The person he cared about was not among them, which made him feel uneasy. The exams were over and there was nothing left for him here, so Liu Yu immediately wanted to hurry home.

Luo Hao watched the strange phenomena around Ye Nan, his expression suddenly changing, shock and astonishment flooding his face.

Jiang Hua, upon seeing Jiang Han enter again, assumed he would start complaining as usual. She was ready to shut him down the moment he opened his mouth, and then throw him out.

But tonight, the crowd’s enthusiasm was overwhelming, their joy at Lan Yan’s singing palpable. He decided to step down from the stage himself.

Ye Nan’s eyes flickered; he did not choose to confront head-on. After all, he was no stranger to this move—he had already experienced it before.