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He intended to seek out Wang Haisheng and obtain all the information from Bai Yunfei’s hands, for only through Bai Yunfei could he acquire some accurate reports. Beyond that, trying to learn anything from others was truly no easy task.

“Since everyone insists that I speak, I shall not refuse,” the elder said with a faint smile, his gaze sincere as he looked at the crowd. “In my opinion, if everyone continues to hold their ground like this, I fear none will gain anything worthwhile.”

He could be as ordinary as any common mortal, yearning for the familial affection that others easily receive. Or he could be as graceful as a noble prince, playing melodies that warm the soul.

“It’s quite simple. Go find some vines, bind them together, and then leave the rest to me,” Ye Yu said with a light smile. That smile, however, flushed Qingling’s face crimson. If she still didn’t understand his method after that, then her head must have been filled with water.

Watching the poisonous cat king turn his attack towards Saya, John found himself unable to act in time. In his desperation, he used his own body to shield her.

Such a savage scene was not something everyone could accept, and chaos immediately erupted at the scene—except, of course, for Xia Ran and the other mutants.

Above the stars, a temporary palace had been erected. Inside the grand hall, Xue Hao sat upright and solemn, his expression grave. An aura of supreme dominion radiated from his brow, and though his youthful cheeks still retained a hint of innocence, they were marked now by the weight of age and ancient wisdom.

He Chuan frowned, still skeptical of Wang Haisheng’s words. The Magic City System and the Police Bureau System had always been at odds. For that reason alone, reinforcements from the Police Bureau to the Magic City System seemed unlikely. Yet, what Wang Haisheng had just said left He Chuan deeply hesitant.

Hearing this, Dongfang Xiao felt much more at ease. He then took a bottle of red potion from his spatial pouch. This potion was more potent than the last one he had drawn, and at its center gleamed a golden ring.

“Princess Yue, do you have any other matters?” With news from Ye Yu, Ye Lin’er no longer looked so antagonistic towards Xiang Yue. Their relations had improved somewhat.

A sliver of darkness showed through the door crack, obscuring anything inside. Ye Ji did not dare to recklessly push the door open; he still remembered the presence of that “neighbor.” Strengthening his vigilance, Ye Ji continued down the stairs.

Both sides were well aware that the resources enjoyed by miscellaneous disciples and inner sect disciples were worlds apart. Perhaps the treatment the former received in the Sword Sect barely even scratched the surface of what the latter enjoyed.

Xiugu’s face flushed with embarrassment as she entered shyly. Seeing that the young mistress showed no sign of blame, her shame deepened, and she knelt abruptly.

Ji Shangnan intended to continue with more threatening words but was interrupted by the man seated opposite him.

Regardless, the status of a fifth-rank alchemist carried a certain deterrent. Generally, no one wished to contend to the death with such a person. If Lu Tianming were slain, it would mean offending the Alchemist Guild of Great Wilderness City.

After a day of commotion, Huaxi City quieted down at dusk. The townsfolk outside the city walls were in relatively good spirits; those damned Hetao soldiers had not launched a single attack during the day. This brought some relief to the people.

Mo Yufan tried to avoid staying at home, yet he knew the most dangerous hours of the night required him to remain indoors. After all, there was still the ever-watchful Tip Two.

He Xiang’s complexion paled upon hearing this. Her eyes darted toward Aunt Liu, and Jin Niang’s gaze sharpened, her expression remaining composed yet cold.

Lu Youlan looked at Zeng Qingzi with a hint of suspicion. She felt it unlikely that Zeng Qingzi had merely coincidentally appeared here at this moment. Something felt amiss, but she could not recall exactly what.

At this moment, Qin Hui’s words spoken before the corpses carried little conviction.

“Stay concealed, cover your mouth and nose, beware—this smoke is poisonous,” Yan Zihan said with tightly furrowed brows, shouting loudly as he pulled Zhou Penghao down to the ground.

Immediately after, Li Zhichang’s vision blurred, and Lihai Ping’s figure suddenly vanished. The towering purple-clad demon spirit crashed with a thunderous sound, flying backward and landing amidst the rubble, creating a dust-filled crater.

Hu Ximei felt a chill run from head to toe. After a single gulp, her entire body trembled as she bowed low, her delicate frame shivering.

In this situation, if his team had a saint-rank mage, a single fire-type forbidden spell could incinerate the aberrant demon clans to ash, ensuring they could never rise again.

Yue Fei recounted what he remembered over the past few days, though much had already become hazy, and the exact dates and locations eluded him.

His first military expedition had been forced, and so was this one, leaving Wang Xingxin deeply frustrated.

Qin and Cheng hurriedly called on Qin Yong to organize people to drive the carriages for supplies. Before long, several tables laden with food and wine appeared. The entire village, joined by Qin, Cheng, and their personal guards, celebrated joyfully with the wedding feast.