Chapter 74

The physician hurried over and worked tirelessly for half a day before finally rousing Hu Quan, but Hu Quan remained dazed and mute, unable to utter a word. Hu Cheng, helpless, ordered the servants to help Hu Quan back to his room, while he himself went to greet Zhu Wu in the front courtyard, beaming with joy.

Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying aura far surpassing everyone else’s erupted from him, soaring skyward and causing the very air around to tremble violently. What startled Oraser was that the person who stood up was not the one he had arranged, which was not part of his plan. Yet when he saw who it was, a surge of delight bubbled up from the depths of his heart, his heart pounding wildly. If he had not been an atheist, he might have praised the gods for their favor at that moment.

“By the way, speaking of this, I just remembered—who poisoned you? You don’t seem the least bit anxious, so do you already know?” Chu Xun asked again.

Cedric’s heart skipped a beat. “Yes!” He sprang up, launching an attack from behind Mavis, while another companion charged in from a different direction.

At that moment, Chu Chen was so anxious and irritable that he couldn’t even be bothered to clearly see the other’s face. All he knew was that the man before him, not yet middle-aged, wielded a spear over ten feet long, its tip glinting coldly.

It would be best to leave here first; news from Wang Jin would come by morning. Wu Zhi pulled his clothes tightly around him. It seemed there was no choice but to quietly eliminate the sentries and fight his way out, making a wide detour to create the illusion that the assassin was an outsider. He would slip out of the residence and then climb back in over the east courtyard wall—most of those living in the east courtyard were servants, and their defenses were lax.

Compared to these professional soldiers, even the warriors around Yang Keshi, who were prepared to die, could not match the mindset of the troops.

Slowly raising his head, Mo Zhiyou’s eyes were already filled with a raging and murderous intent, their crimson light making many tremble with unease. Even He Xuan felt a chill in his heart.

Mo Zhiyou’s final words left Du Gu Zixiao and the other somewhat puzzled. It sounded as if the target of the Silver Falcon of the Sky was him.

Meanwhile, Xiang Shaoli and Xiang Shaowan wasted no words and each entered the teleportation array in turn. Following them, Xiang Shaocheng, Xiang Shaozhong, and Xiang Shaojin entered, and finally Xiang Shaohui called out, “Big brother, we’ll wait for you!” before stepping into the array as well.

The Nascent Soul cultivator frowned. This had only made things more complicated. He knew these old families well—they believed in always having more than one escape route. Who knew when they might quietly send their disciples to other sects?

Zhou Che’s string of pointed questions plunged everyone in the room into deep thought. Once people calmed down and reflected, they realized Zhou Che’s logic was tight and convincing, leading them to trust him a little more.

The five masters struck out with both fists simultaneously, their mighty force sending them soaring even higher into the air. Two dragon heads, conjured by their blows, lunged forward with open jaws, savagely tearing into the approaching desert locusts.

At that moment, the soldiers of the Nanning Army cavalry regiment were exchanging high-fives with the Frost Dragon Riders of the Shui clan. There was no longer any sense of being from different factions; all that remained was the camaraderie forged in the flames of battle.

In fact, the word “puma” originally referred to the cougar in Quechua.

“Don’t regret it! The opportunities atop Divine Beast Mountain are no worse than here!” Fang Yueyi said with a light laugh, pulling Yu Hehong away with him.

Though Gu Yue spoke righteously, everyone present—Shui Qingyuan, Shui Roubing, and the others—understood that the old general fully intended to tag along to the Nanning Army camp and stir up trouble.

That day, when the Hidden Traveler was about to pass by the yellow-maned horse, he noticed the horse glaring at him with a trace of hostility.

Because Mo Song had shifted position earlier, Ye Haojun was not caught in the triangular encirclement.

Zou Jin, half in jest, paused to cough, then looked very seriously at the dark elf standing before him.

But Lin Miaoxin did not answer the middle-aged man’s question. She simply kept to her corner, crying ceaselessly, until she sat weeping in the middle of the city.

Without great power here, one was like a candle in the dark, liable to be snuffed out at any moment.

In the Qin family, Wang Yi had always been treated worse than a dog or a pig. If not for Qin Hai’s formidable reputation, who would have let him eat at the table?

That massive, black, gluttonous beast had fur that was actually red. It lifted its head and gazed into the distance.

Once, he could never have imagined that he might use such things to win favor and thereby receive a good appraisal.

A series of bell chimes rang out, transforming in midair into enormous bronze chime bells that surged toward the oncoming sea.

The sudden appearance of the Brocade Guards was enough to terrify ordinary folk; some among them even trembled slightly.

But now she finally understood: this was merely a ploy to draw Chen Fan in, once she was certain of her own safety.

As he uttered these words, the Infernal Giant’s strength increased as well, instantly reaching the seventh level of “Opened Eyes” power. With such strength, even Mu Rui regarded him with heavy caution.

In the central route, they relied on the largest sect affiliated with the Myriad Tribulations Demon Hall—the Black Banner Sect. Black Yao’s strength went without saying, and his subordinates were gifted and numerous, making them a formidable force. They also brought in the Thunder Gate, Dao Sea Sect, Star Palace, and Mountain King Hall.

Just as Wan Xuefeng, heedless of all else, prepared to pursue and kill once more, Jiang Heng—who had been struck and sent flying—let out a sound more wretched than a slaughtered pig, his whole body frozen stiff, suffering miserably.

Su Yao glanced at the weather forecast for City H. It would snow that night, with special mention of heavy snowfall on Mount Moyishan; tourists were advised to take care when traveling and keep warm.

His voice was so heavy it was almost unnatural. If one listened closely, they could detect the deep sorrow he struggled to suppress.

Qin Sihao felt a wave of desolation, his heart churning with a hundred emotions, and for a moment, he did not know how to respond.

That night, the two tangled together for a long time. Only when Jiang Chen finally collapsed from exhaustion and fell asleep did Lian Cheng relent. Remembering how Jiang Chen had insisted on doing it in his room the first time they met, Lian Cheng suddenly realized he had fallen right into Jiang Chen’s trap.