Chapter 32

At the same time, a humming sound emanated from the Niwan Palace. The Devouring Ancestral Talisman spun abruptly, and Lin Dong’s mental energy grew noticeably more solid.

Yu Yan furrowed her brows, recalling the first day she returned to the country, when she bumped into Su Qing clinging to Lu Xingzhi’s side, affectionately feeding him wine.

After the news spread, curious onlookers flocked to the scene, only to be horrified by the gruesome nature of the death.

He wore a black suit and had his hair slicked back. With his legs crossed, he held a glass of red wine, smiling as he watched him.

Song Zhiyi stood up. On the discarded phone screen nearby, the interface showing "Paper Doll Mode Installing" was still spinning.

As a newcomer who had only entered the palace half a month ago, Xie Zhiqi was not as composed as the two older sisters. Seeing the miserable state of her friend Su Feiran, she could not suppress her laughter. Looking at the large flower atop Su Feiran’s head, and the grim, resentful face beneath it, her amusement involuntarily erupted into hysterical laughter.

The records hanging above, detailing Tajima Uchiha, Madara Uchiha, and Izuna Uchiha, appeared incredibly eerie at this moment.

"I am beginning now," she said, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, as if she could trace the path of the yin energy through the air.

Han Mengjie’s mind felt as though it had exploded. Her entire delicate body trembled; the inner shame had surged to the top of her head. Only when Qin Tianci released her did she collapse to her knees, gasping for air.

However, compared to other cultivators in the Dao Palace or even the Four Extremes realms, the mana within him could be considered vast.

The moonlight shone down palely upon them. Long Fei looked up and saw three large green characters: "Floating Cloud Cave." She knew they had reached the demon’s lair.

At this moment, because there was a brief respite of one incense stick’s time, and the Yin-Yang diagram had appeared overhead, the people at the Immortal Dao Fortress began selecting their commander.

***

The man’s eyes narrowed with satisfaction the moment Lin Youran agreed to his terms, and he began to recount the series of events that had transpired in the Northern Pride Kingdom.

"What... is going on?" Yun Feibai turned blankly toward Gu Jianfeng, who had arrived earlier, unable to comprehend why the Pale Thunder Mountain would provoke an enemy of such caliber.

Amidst the general revelry, only veterans like Gu Jianfeng and Xu Hongyun occasionally revealed a glimmer of worry.

He rushed straight into the woods. Finally, Liu Yi found a tree hollow in a large tree just big enough to fit a person. With a curl of his lip, he jumped in, masked his aura completely, and began to heal in peace.

Watching the entrance of the inn being blocked, he looked up nonchalantly. Seeing who it was, he could not help but frown.

They could all foresee how insignificant their spark would be when faced with the tidal wave of the united nobility.

For a moment, fierce winds surged through the mountain forest, and spiritual energy scattered in all directions. Everything touched by the swirling energy was ravaged and obliterated.

And to the men on my left and right, why are your hands placed there too? Why does it feel like pairs of large hands are wandering all over my body?

Acupuncture looks simple, but executing it is incredibly difficult. An ordinary person cannot accurately insert a golden needle as thin as a hair under the skin; this requires not just strength, but finesse and a precise understanding of how to apply force.

The most critical issue was that they had only prepared gold and silver artifacts, which lacked the brilliance of the old general’s and the old emperor’s offerings. Thus, they had to rely on the envoy’s leader to provide a significant addition to their tribute.

The Hundred Fragrance Kingdom is part of the Lingnan Seven-Nation Alliance, famous for its "Hundred Fragrance Rice." The people of the kingdom are skilled at farming, and the fragrant rice can be harvested three times a year.

Rong Zheng knew his master was anxious, but feeling unable to help, he felt a surge of self-reproach. He followed silently behind Nangong Jin, ready to step forward the moment he was needed.

***

Should these people be forced to remain servants in the Chonghua Courtyard, living lives free from worry?

Arriving at the front courtyard of the Warm Heart Garden, Xiu Yun caught sight of a troupe on a stage not far away. With their elaborate costumes and exaggerated makeup, it seemed a performance was about to begin.

Aside from the bloodstains on his shoulders, Mo Yu was unharmed. He knelt before his master, breathing heavily.

It would be one thing if those people were merely fame-seekers shouting from the sidelines, but Qin Weiding was so aggressively involved, repeatedly pushing his way in front of the family of three. Given his limited perspective, Qin Weijia did not know what to do with him.

The Crocodile Dragon was also utterly stunned. It had only spoken casually that day; to use a popular phrase, it was just "showing off," and he hadn't expected the other party to take it seriously.

As Chang Sheng lay on the ground recovering his strength, the large gray cat jumped down from the cabinet without a sound.

The White Jade City had been desolate for hundreds of millions of years; there was absolutely no way any living creature could exist there. Regardless of what kind of strange thing this was, he would deal with it after a fight.

The black sphere slowly elongated to nine feet without losing its cross-sectional area. Gradually, a purple-black serpentine creature appeared on the mountain peak.

"The City Lord is not wrong. Brother Jiang, you cannot escape the Divine City. However, do not worry. While it is dangerous outside, as long as you do not leave the Divine City, there will be no problems," Liu Miansheng said with a smile.

The only thing that weighed on their hearts was that while the Ten Thousand Beast Valley had many disciples in recent years, talent was withering. Apart from the few old fellows holding things together, only Zhu Qing and Yan Feng were barely presentable among the younger generation.