Chapter Fifty-Four: The Pursuit

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Following Tan Yiqiao’s gaze, Bai Wei saw her foolish brother struggling to reach the vegetable farthest from himself. Without a doubt, Bai Zhu was her brother; even if she wanted to use this opportunity to punish him, she would never let him die. Moreover, she sensed that the situation behind this was not so simple. She was curious to see who dared to target her brother with such recklessness.

The plot was rather clichéd, yet the intricate details and the way it was expressed were so cleverly crafted that it evoked deep emotion—this must be Gong Yong’s mastery at work. The gap between him and Gao Jin was considerable, and he was well aware of it. But if he didn’t fight desperately, he wouldn’t accept letting Long Xingyu be dealt with so easily. Even if it meant death, he had to give it his all.

Training and actual combat were entirely different; only in battle could the troop formations be perfectly honed. In this fight, Xiong Jun and all commanding officers noticed certain flaws and loopholes in the transformation of the formations. With ongoing adjustments, the power of the formations would only grow stronger.

“Probably a black agent sent by Jia Xing... This guy, why does he resort to such dirty tricks! One moment he’s rough, the next he’s spreading slander—truly disgusting!” Zou Ke followed Yang Hengrui to the tavern where Geng Feng met the other party, his face filled with fury.

The young man got up to shower, his clothes soaked with cold sweat. The dream wasn’t particularly terrifying—so why so much sweat?

In his previous life, he thought love was important, but when love dragged down his career and family, he personally felt the pain of being trampled in the mud by everyone.

However, upon closer examination, he realized that though there was some connection between the two, they were still two independent individuals.

Nangong Lin tried to persuade Shen Yixin with his own understanding and reasoning. After all, gaining more people’s approval would soothe his inner unease and strengthen his belief that what he was doing was right.

“What is this?” Li Zhiguo picked up a glass jar and shook it, pointing at the unidentified object inside.

“Looks like it’s still somewhat obedient!” Duan Qing felt a bit relieved when the Fire Phoenix showed signs of movement.

Under the blaze’s burning, the floodwaters gradually boiled. Du Yi remained active, continuously throwing thunder blades; wherever the blades passed, violet lightning flashed.

“Cousin, what does Lin Yuhan’s disappearance have to do with me? Why do you say I took her somewhere? Besides, don’t you dislike Lin Yuhan too? Now that she’s missing, you still want to find her?” Qiu Chenchen protested angrily.

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Lei Zi remained uneasy and quietly led over twenty brothers to sneak into Fenhu Town’s tavern where Geng Feng was meeting the other party. They scattered and lay in wait nearby, just in case. Geng Feng mocked Lei Zi’s precautions as unnecessary, but accepted the arrangement at Lei Zi’s request.

Seeing Lu Shengyu furrow his brow and wear a serious expression, Fan Yi couldn’t help but worry. As Fan Yi had personally recommended Lu Shengyu as crown prince, naturally she hoped he would secure his position and one day ascend the throne. But with numerous powers inside and outside the palace, the crown prince stood alone and vulnerable, making the odds of success uncertain.

Mu Yang’s last birthday fell on a Saturday. After three days in the hospital and three days resting at home, a week had passed. Tomorrow was Friday, so she had only missed one week of classes. Teachers had already come over these days to help her catch up.

“I... I’ve been studying! Otherwise, how could I have answered your call!” Mu Yang said, inwardly scolding herself.

The black flame barely flickered before three pairs of sharp eyes caught it instantly. In a flash, the Eight Trigram Technique and Celestial Sword Style were unleashed simultaneously. Qi Man, who had just revealed himself, was pinned to the ground, and the last trace of black flame dissipated.

“Don’t ask too many questions; just do as we say, or you’ll suffer more,” Junjie warned.

When Guo Jie left, he took all the Imperial Realm warriors with him. As for other warriors of lesser cultivation, those not seriously injured were also taken away.

The Tang envoy boarded the ship at Nanba, sailed through the Seto Inland Sea, departing from Hakata. Depending on the era, the route was divided into northern, central, and southern paths.

In Room 301, Zhao Yun did not sing but sat with eyes closed on the sofa, seemingly sensing something.

Li Jingzhong laughed heartily, then turned to invite Lu Qiao and Gu Kuang to join him. Lu Qiao, having already hosted a banquet for Li Jingzhong and now with matters to discuss with Zhen Qian, declined: “I have business with Director Zhen concerning this summer’s harvest for the people of Yangzhou...”

“That’s him, the elder brother, Nangong Yuchen!” Tuoba Feng, seeing Nangong Yuchen clearly, quickly whispered fiercely into Tuoba Lin’s ear.

“Elder Yuan, is the Shangshan Gate still willing to take me in now?” Ye Xi spoke with a hint of sorrow.

Lucia clearly hadn’t yet grasped the profoundness of Tang speech and didn’t understand what Zhen Qian was saying. But Zhen Qian no longer wished to be subtle; he pulled Lucia into his arms, pressing their lips tightly together.

“Cui Jue, no need to be so polite! Just pretend I don’t exist!” The Phantom Throne waved dismissively.

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“No more words? If there’s any way, just say it!” Zhen Jiushi’s stubborn temper flared.

Yu Hong the Red Bat looked at the vitality orb, curled his lips, and reached out to strike it away. But just as his hand touched the orb...

The blood demon’s last words dealt a spiritual blow to Shiyan, who had been single for tens of thousands of years, perhaps even longer.

“No!” Just as Qin Yibai spoke, a flash of colorful light appeared, and all living beings before him vanished without a trace.

“Yes.” The man in blue suddenly snapped out of his reverie. He felt uneasy about his uncontrollable thoughts spilling forth and wondered how much the man in white had seen through.

Heaven knows how difficult it was to make mooncakes in such conditions! Because... she didn’t know how to make them.

Zhang Liang was driving an SUV, a high vehicle body, just enough to see a crowd gathered around someone who had fainted.

Duan Jiao Jiao shrugged and strode upstairs, while the aunties who had been doing odd jobs on the first floor all left one after another.

The master’s state of mind was not in vain. Lin Fei was only slightly surprised, while Xu Jiannan and his son, who had been watching Lin Fei closely, silently nodded in approval.

“Is it like that? I just feared it would delay your proper cultivation. While forging and refining treasures is good, ultimately your true skill should be the primary focus,” Zhang Ruyun quickly explained.

Su Qing suddenly said coldly, “I’m used to traveling alone, not accustomed to sharing a room with others. I’ll go on deck for duty now.” After saying this, he turned and left.

Seven great generals—but in the underworld, beyond the seven great generals, there are even mightier beings, aside from the King of the Underworld, there are some underlords who govern various regions of the underworld.