Chapter 85: Sorcerer 16

Back then, after competing with Li Chungang in swordplay, he gained some insight. He believed his mastery had reached its peak, never expecting that today, a mere junior could see right through him at a single glance.

Jiang Miao'an's beauty was in no way inferior to Jiang Miaoyi's. Unlike Jiang Miaoyi's ethereal, celestial air, Jiang Miao'an possessed a more mature allure.

Later, when everything was laid bare, it turned out the man was simply blind. Clearly, each of the four women had her own distinctive charm and beauty, yet he deliberately averted his gaze. Still, considering he had properly settled her family’s affairs, she let it be.

The elderly Taoist, holding a horsetail whisk, was known as Master Zhenyang. With nearly a century of cultivation, his credentials were profound.

Ren Qianqiu gave his clothes a shake, pulled up his trousers, and listened unhurriedly to the voice at his ear.

“Young Master Yingque, you are truly remarkable…” Elder Leng Wuchang’s speech was somewhat slurred, a lingering effect from the poisoning.

Such a tremendous explosion would be enough to sweep away all life within its radius, even the formidable Dark Legion.

With a casual gesture, the vibranium shield lifted itself as if by magic, flying back into his hand before he tucked it away into his personal space.

Sometimes, even if you wish to remain uninvolved, circumstances force you into the heart of the game, compelled by the designs of others.

Thousands dug together, carving deep pits in the stranded ground, ultimately channeling seawater in, and then using tugboats to drag the warships back to the surface.

Hei Yu’s abilities had grown ever more profound with his relentless cultivation. Zhang Yu’s warning some time ago had a significant impact, and now, with Long Xiang by his side—skilled in medicine—those around them benefited tremendously.

“Your Grace, forgive me! Forgive me! I have been foolish, so foolish!” Only now did Yin Deben awaken as if from a dream, bowing his head in deep regret.

Su Jinling finally understood that these orders were all for her own wellbeing, lest going to bed early harm her health… The Emperor was truly meticulous.

Consort Rui was reassured by what she heard. She took a couple of steps forward, then turned back to ask Yin’er, “Yin’er, it’s past noon now—have the guards at the palace gate been relieved yet?” She cast a worried glance at the palace gates, where guards rotated day and night without pause.

Lord Changchang’s sallow face flushed crimson. Such treasonous words, so disrespectful to the Emperor, he would never utter under normal circumstances. But now, there was no choice! If today’s gambit did not force the Emperor to yield, their fates were all but sealed.

“What I want is your explanation, not this empty prattle,” Dou Hualun said lightly, swirling the wine in his glass.

In an instant, all eyes converged on her, and the Emperor’s keen gaze pierced through the crowd to settle on her, as if a spotlight on stage found her no matter where she tried to hide.

According to Old Lin, it seemed Lin Guosheng’s company had pressing matters lately. Hearing this, Jun Lin asked no further questions.

“Huh?” Ye Feng tilted his head, lips twitching, unable to fathom Caitlyn’s meaning.

Truth be told, our nation’s population nears 1.4 billion, yet Wucheng, a provincial capital, currently houses less than a million in its military district—a fact no one would believe.

Originally, Xinyu stayed to care for Dai Dong, but due to exhaustion, she nearly fainted. At Dai Dong and Su Xiu Yue’s insistence, she reluctantly returned home.

The thousand-odd soldiers before them showed not a trace of hesitation, swiftly arming themselves and watching the distance with wary eyes.

Zhou Youmeng hurried over, but upon seeing the three before her, she froze, tears already brimming in her eyes.

Leaving the inn, Chen Xi headed straight for the valley. He knew the area intimately; even at night, he never lost his way. With his level of cultivation, his vision remained keen—he could see clearly even in darkness.

At last, everyone had left the cathedral; the choir members were the first to depart. Now, the vast hall was nearly empty. After a while, a few deacons emerged, tidying up and closing the windows.

She sometimes doubted whether Heaven’s Judgment truly resided in the city at all. That strike just now had been a gamble, a test to see if Heaven’s Judgment would appear.

After a while, the assistant bishop ceased bidding, and faces across the room began to change. Some started cursing at Chen Xi.

“Deputy Chief Tao, I knew you would have your suspicions, so I brought Xue Qingwu here. She can testify to everything!” At that, Yuan Zhilin stepped forward.

“How could it be?” Shi Ge’s cheeks reddened when his inner thoughts were laid bare, but he quickly called Qin Qingchen.

The Monkey King’s love for his only son was profound; now, as his son’s life hung in the balance, he might well bathe the entire Kun Yun Mountain in blood for his sake.

“This thing is supposed to operate on merit, isn’t it? I’m leagues ahead of those squad leaders; I don’t need their training.” Lin Lei, though a bit of a slacker, wore a supremely confident smile.

Xu Fu was evidently a master of energy cultivation as well. His lineage likely traced back to the feudal lords of the Zhou Dynasty, the same rank as the energy technique Meng Yi received from the Meng clan. Thus, in encountering this even older lineage from the Shang era, Xia Yu’s anticipation only grew.

No wonder Cui Hao was so keen to defend Shihao; now it was clear they shared a secret bond.