Chapter 30

"Let's eat first. We can talk slowly after dinner," Jian Li said, in a rather good mood.

The next moment, several flaming arrows shot out from the darkness. Yang Mao was startled, but Jing Yuyin dashed forward, tackling Yang Mao to the ground. The fire arrows grazed Jing Yuyin's back armor like shooting stars.

"Brother Yan, do you think he'll be alright?" Song Yu gazed at the Ninefold Pagoda, her delicate face filled with worry.

But it was simply too cruel. That rascal Monkey survived the tomb, escaped the traps, and avoided being eaten by insects—yet ended up killed by a few grave robbers. It was truly a pity.

"How dare you! Not only have you harmed my own flesh and blood, you even dare to slander me!" Emperor Rui's voice thundered, rising sharply.

Suddenly this thought sprang into Qin Bian's mind and immediately took root, filling him with a sense of injustice at the world's unfairness.

Jiang Dahai burst out laughing. Though he had no idea what Tang Ye was saying, from the moment he'd witnessed Tang Ye's abilities, he had decided to cling to this powerful figure.

"For now, go back and wait for news. Lord Fang has been in continuous talks with the Khitan envoys. Once things are settled, someone will inform you," Emperor Rui said.

"Young master! Luo Junlin, Wu Zhongtian, and the barbarians intercepted us—and they brought the Emperor's ultimate weapon!" Mo Qingyi trembled as he recounted their encounter, his eyes flashing with cold light at the mention of Luo Junlin.

Even with medicinal herbs, her parents didn't dig up everything. They left some shoots at intervals to ensure a good harvest the following year.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Tian glanced at Zhu Lin, who lay next to him, weak and fast asleep. He turned the steering wheel and headed for the nearest hospital.

Zhou Rou's face changed dramatically. She hadn't expected that even Yin Qi knew about this—did that mean Yin's mother also knew?

"It's been two years. So many of our brothers have died unnatural deaths. We should honor those who have fallen. Come, let's offer a toast to our departed brothers. May the dead rest in peace, and may their souls be at peace in the underworld." With that, he led the way, pouring wine onto the ground.

Sensing something amiss, Bei Xiaqiang abandoned all other concerns, hoping to use his fervor to achieve his own goals—but it was nothing short of a fantasy.

"Which of you can accept the first two terms I have proposed?" Xiao Yao swept his gaze over the group, asking softly.

He shook his head inwardly; since he'd joined the Eastern Palace Guards to ambush the ninja squad at the Tianzhen port, he truly hadn't had time to attend this mysterious gathering. So he casually ate and drank a little to fill his belly, rested quietly for a moment, settled the bill, and led his horse out of the city.

Thus began a fratricidal conflict: pulling, shoving, pushing, and crowding—so fierce was the struggle.

The Miao King clearly hadn't expected Peng Shan to step up and ask about this matter; it was a highly sensitive topic and not easily answered.

One had to admit, there were indeed many people from the Black Tortoise Gate, all eager to find Qin Tian. Not counting those Qin Tian didn't notice, there were already over a hundred who had crossed his path.

Shen Lian had never encountered such a strange person before—someone who couldn't enjoy a good life and instead grew accustomed to hardship. Helplessly, she returned to her bed and surrendered to rest.

Luo Lin and the other remained silent, quietly listening to their classmates' discussions, waiting for the evaluation to begin.

A bold plan flashed through Shen Lian's mind: If Xuan Yuanqing truly needed help, should she reveal her identity?

Lin Kun instinctively raised his gun, aiming ahead. At that moment, a pale blue smoke crept up from the ground. Instantly, Lin Kun's mind exploded, and the scene of the charcoal dragon horse from last night replayed in his memory like a carousel.

"They're coming," Uncle Gesang didn't stop immediately, but as if he could smell the thick, bloody scent of killing in the air, he halted, drew his saber with a ringing sound, and gripped it tightly.

"Foolish!" Wuming sneered, and the sword intent in his hand condensed into a long blade, once again slashing at the Sky Howler.

Through the sacrificial rite, Lin Kun managed to discover the clues left behind by Si Chongguang, but the ritual could only leave behind images and sound—it could not enable true conversation across the void. Once Si Chongguang's voice faded, the ashes in the brazier extinguished, a wisp of blue smoke drifted away, and all returned to emptiness.

Perhaps Shen Lian herself never imagined that the name she chose on a whim would, years later, shake the infamous Black Triangle, becoming a monster that shook the earth like the giant wolf of Norse myth.

She and Mo Tong could be considered bitter rivals. Thus, when Mo Tong brought along the nameless one, she unleashed a torrent of mockery, never anticipating just how terrifying Wuming truly was. It was utterly shocking.

Thunderous roars rang out, and after ten breaths, the sound gradually faded away. Emperor Jun and Taiyi each retrieved their spiritual treasures. All seemed calm, but only they knew how powerful that attack truly was—it had taken nearly all their strength to withstand it.

Du Lianhuo was a little better; he just liked to compete in looks with others. Compared to Xiao Zhan's hobbies, his was more restrained.

"Come on! Are you some kind of pervert? Wipe that look of bliss off your face. I really don't get what you have to be so happy about," Gao Yang said, unable to stand Liang Sitiao's expression.

From the outer reaches of the stars, countless powers of the stars converged into an unimaginable, massive starlight, pouring down onto the Celestial Star Array, merging within it, unleashing a surging force toward the White Lotus Creation Array.

Gao Yang casually shaped a patch of mist into a spear and hurled it at the man passionately kissing his lover, aiming for his temple.

The military sealed off the Mercy Bastion, preventing survivors holding massive amounts of New Min currency from flooding into the distribution district, to avert further economic imbalance.

Chen Ao was secretly delighted when Zhao Heng offered him tea; it meant Zhao Heng was no longer angry. Whether it was due to his own good attitude and behavior or for some other reason, Chen Ao didn't care to guess.

Gao Yang repelled Zhang Siran's attack in one move, then, wielding his cudgel in one hand, charged forward, using his speed to swing the criminal's club horizontally.

The next morning, the atmosphere in the Mu family was heavy and somber. No one spoke as they ate in silence. Mu Jinhua's face was pale, as if he hadn't slept all night, with dark circles under his eyes. Old Mu and his wife didn't look much better; it was clear they, too, had tossed and turned through the night.