Chapter 94: Stranded in Baohua

Wei Yunxi instinctively stored the Seven-Star Death Staff in her storage ring, then quickly released the room’s defensive formation and darted outside. She wanted to see how much damage she had caused and estimate if the spirit stones she had newly mined would be enough for compensation.

When Yunxi appeared in the courtyard, the other disciples temporarily residing there also came out of their rooms, all eager to find out what had happened.

“Senior Brother Sheng, what’s going on?” Everyone tried hard to steady themselves.

Sherlock pulled the reins, causing the horse to halt amidst its shrill neighs. Dense vegetation surrounded them, with waist-high shrubs everywhere.

The leader of the trio was a lean man with two guns at his waist and a ring of pitch-black grenades hanging from the edge of his backpack—an armorer.

The old man had lived in Demingham for many years and knew the sea market’s situation in great detail. Donald quietly took note. Today was Tuesday, which meant that early tomorrow morning there would be a sea market. It was worth going to observe.

Now, although she was powerless against the two elves, dealing with them was not as difficult as she had imagined.

She stepped forward, and the earth trembled violently. A fierce aura surged forth, forcing Fang Zheng to retreat three steps involuntarily.

This was the most fitting excuse he and Ling Haoyu could come up with; whether she would believe it or not remained uncertain.

I nodded, turned, and went downstairs. My elder brother and Twenty-Seven were waiting for me below. I smiled at them, and the three of us left Shi An’s territory, walking down the street.

Despair filled my heart, when suddenly I heard a faint, sizzling sound. Lin Fan frowned and instinctively looked up, only to see the blood that had flowed from his body being reabsorbed back into his veins.

Thinking this, she glanced sideways at Qu Qingran. That girl was crouching at the edge of the cliff, her gaze deep as she stared into the layers of mist below. She would occasionally look around, as if searching for something—or perhaps just idly surveying her surroundings.

Six Fish Dream and I returned to the dormitory, showered, then lay in bed playing on our phones for a while before sleeping. Six Fish Dream was still tangled up about the matter; I said a few words to him, and he too began to sleep.

In other words, if Zhao Yan failed to light all the candles this time, there would be no hope of ever lighting them all. It was already the tenth day according to Zhao Yan’s calculations.

“Ke,” Li Mu tried to pronounce, but the result was unlike any sound, as if it was a voice from the soul itself. No matter how Li Mu attempted to mimic it, he couldn’t.

Once the golden lotus was formed, the man hesitated no longer. With one foot, he stomped on the lotus and unleashed a divine power from the Dragon-Elephant Wave technique. The golden lotus shattered, but the man fused with the wild blade and shot straight toward the heavens.

So, Shen Feng didn’t need to do anything now; just maintaining this standoff would guarantee his victory.

“You finally came!” Ying Qu Bo looked up at Shen Feng, a rare smile appearing on his face.

To the people of Wind Country, hawks were extremely precious. Giving a hawk to someone meant forming a bond for life—through thick and thin, never blinking an eye.

A nimble man cleverly evaded seven or eight guards and slipped into Sima Shang’s quarters.

Zhang Hong was dead. I attended his funeral and asked Shiya to arrive early so we, as husband and wife, could send Zhang Hong’s coffin off together. Since I had military duties, I could only order the officials in Yangzhou to represent me at the ceremony.

I found it strange: with Linhe lost, most of Guangxin’s Wu Yi and Wu Ban would not be spared! Why did Liao Hua withdraw? Even stranger, Wu Yi and the others obviously knew that Liao Hua’s army had retreated from Linhe County, but instead of despairing, they celebrated loudly.

Returning to the silk shop, Sanbao found that the Lei siblings were all diligently practicing spirit techniques. Seeing Sanbao, Lei Yun hurried forward.

After speaking, his gaze narrowed slightly, then he strode off in great steps toward the direction where Ji Zhong had just left.

The livestream had ended, but its impact would not subside anytime soon. It was certain that before long, the “Lystan” and “Ezemann” continents would stir up even greater waves in reality.

It turned out she had never left, just hidden to watch the events unfold. Upon seeing Xiao Ye spot her, she raised an eyebrow and waved in greeting.

One hundred and twenty-eight blades targeted Li Facai’s neck, posing a substantial threat thanks to his supernatural abilities.

“Let go…” Lanling King initially wanted to refuse, but remembering its concern for them, he and Li Bai hugged Mengqi back.

A louder voice boomed from the loudspeaker. Chen Lihang shook his head helplessly and led his people away.

Fang Mu was gravely wounded, Yuehe City suffered heavy losses, and many innocent lives were lost in this incident.

As for the earbuds hidden in his ears, they were so discreet that without specialized tools, they couldn’t be detected.

My lips trembled as I finished speaking, barely managing to prop myself up, and coldly stared at the people on the ground.

Ling Xiao placed Yang Shuyi into the Eastern Victory Imperial Ring. Even if they courted death, they would never find Yang Shuyi again.

“What trick did that enchantress use to make His Majesty so utterly bewitched?! What kind of enchantress is she?” The complaint of a passing commoner reached Mo Jiuqing’s ears.

In the dim secret chamber, Bloodshadow Girl’s silhouette was alluring and heart-pounding—like a living sculpture. Jack stopped in his tracks, his gaze extraordinary, almost dazed.

Wu Zhong was a bit dissatisfied: “Second Brother, why are you so worried? It’s either sleep or bed!” His words made everyone burst out laughing. Wu Zhong then dominated the conversation: “Come on, everyone state your position. Boss Li, you go first—what’s your sponsorship?”

Without comparison, there’s no harm. On one side, the free, unwanted Chinese Daily; on the other, the always sold-out Yanhuang Times. This deeply provoked Tong Guan, Bai Shizhong, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites News Agency.

Even Physician Liu confronted Qin Fengyi, insisting something must be done; otherwise, just the rations wouldn’t suffice.

Su Zhen didn’t quite understand Xie Mao’s actions. Whether the deity existed or vanished, let it be. Forcing the deity to stay—what sense did that make?

Yi Feishi sat cross-legged, holding a cup of clear water in one hand and bread in the other, pondering strategies intently.

Wu Zhong laughed heartily: “Honestly, I can’t say for sure. Here’s what—leave your phone number, and when our general manager returns, you can get in touch. Worst case, see you in court on the twentieth. But, as your older brother, let me say a few heartfelt words today, if that’s okay.”