Chapter 121: Gathering Intelligence

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But the crowd did not cease their clamor until the soldiers maintaining order at the venue intervened, after which they obediently quieted down.

“That reckless bastard dares to trespass into our family’s sacred ground. Today, he is surely doomed,” said the purple-haired man expressionlessly.

Yet Mo Ming’s temperament was indeed quite good. For the past five years, he had quietly done menial tasks. Though his eyes were filled with longing for cultivation and martial arts, he was only slightly resentful at the order forbidding anyone to teach him in those areas. Still, he maintained respect for himself.

“It’s neither a grand opening nor a promotion, nor any kind of exhibition. It’s a fighting cricket competition,” Li Cheng said with a smile.

At this moment, Ye Zhengfeng kept following that Dao King expert, moving toward the outskirts of the Moon Forest. This person was extremely familiar with the routes inside the Moon Forest, far more so than Ye Zhengfeng himself who had spent a whole night observing. Clearly, he had spent much time exploring within the Moon Forest.

Ling Duyu then realized the cool voice belonged to Yun Xiao, the one addressed as Second Sister by the coquettish voice. It must be Bi Xiao, while the coquettish voice belonged to Qiong Xiao.

The reason for choosing the blade technique was simply because he felt using a sword was more manly, and besides, the Tang-style titanium alloy war sword in his hand suited his taste perfectly.

“Then it’s settled. I just came to find you. Next, I’ll go to the Dao Transformation Tower to select one or two inheritances for cultivation. When the time comes, I will return to find you,” Ye Zhengfeng said helplessly, shaking his head. After greeting them, he headed down the mountain.

However, they all understood that with Ye Zhengfeng’s current mastery of the laws, as long as no Dao Emperor dared to take risks entering this imperial tomb, he was invincible.

Legends of beings like Chang’e and others belong to the celestial realm beyond the heavens. That is the true location of the Heavenly Court. Of course, ordinary immortals cannot ascend there—it is impossible.

Long Luodao said, “Although magical treasures are excellent, they must also be wielded skillfully. I have rarely used this Xuán Líng Sword in a hundred years. I have a life-bound treasure that has grown with me. Its power may not yet match this Xuán Líng Sword, but one day it will surely reach the divine tier.”

“Thanks to you being by my side today, otherwise, I would probably be lying in the hospital now,” Hu Huiru said as she came over and sat beside Xia Jianhe.

At this time, the aura on Wen Xin’s body had reached the peak of a ninth-level Martial Artist. In other words, within this spirit-rich space, Wen Xin had leapt two levels—from a seventh-level Martial Artist to a ninth-level one.

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Mu Xue Peak had not only produced generations of powerful warriors through decisive battles but also buried generations of ancestors, watered by eternal bloodshed. Hence the mountain’s name—Mu Xue (Blood-Soaked).

Yuan Feng knew Yuan Chen’s temperament well; under these circumstances, he would never leave. But judging by the Mu family’s situation now, they would not stop until the Yuan family was completely wiped out from Fenglin City. He could not let his only grandson suffer.

Ye Li Wuming spread his form, instantly creating countless illusions that enveloped Yang Yunhan as he ran, layer upon layer covering him entirely.

Meng Li said, “The path of cultivation has always been filled with hardships. Historically, powerful plant and beast demons are extremely rare because they cannot endure the ravages of time. Thus, they are desperate to gain strength and often stray from the righteous path.”

Behind Xiao Mu, Li Jiang still stood lazily, as if nothing had happened.

“…” Lv Xuan’s mind was full of unspoken words. Looking at the man on the ground, he suddenly collapsed onto the sofa and groaned in a low voice.

Among the dozens of people around him, half were staff, all equipped with cameras, instruments, and props.

Her face reflected on the window, her chin pointed and still youthful, but her eyes lacked light, as dark and vast as the sky outside.

Meanwhile, Xiao Junjue drew soldiers from various states and counties—a total of five thousand—to rush to Yangzhou to restore order and provide disaster relief, appointing Qin Ruxin in charge. Qin had similar experience and would manage matters adeptly—an ideal choice.

Si Xinyao knew she couldn’t convince her, and struggled not to be convinced herself. When it came to sophistry, Zhou Wanqing was no match for Rao Haoyue, who always found loopholes to make her arguments reasonable and persuasive.

“…” She said nothing, only feeling his warm breath pass through the shirt fabric, penetrating her skin. Her body was still burning hot, yet his expression remained cold.

This imperial memorial was of little concern to Emperor Zhao; he favored Qin Shao. First, because the Duke of Jingguo’s family had been loyal for generations, and a few years ago the heir of the Duke of Jingguo had died heroically alongside Qin Shao’s elder brother. Second, Qin Shao had distinguished himself in the Jinyiwei, was loyal, and was a talent deliberately nurtured by Emperor Zhao.

At the banquet hall entrance stood a reception desk decorated by the wedding company for the wedding banquet, with a white silk backdrop and a huge wedding photo. Du Ruo sat on the crystal pedestal in front of the photo, head lowered, unwilling to look up.

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Before Kang Yu left, Yuan Hao said a few words. Kang Yu’s eyes flickered as he understood what Yuan Hao truly meant.

“Elder Rao,” the three greeted simultaneously. Elder Rao said nothing but nodded, signaling them to sit on the sofa.

Now, such a calamity star had even invaded the Dark Asura Kingdom, wreaking havoc on the kingdom’s industrial bases, while 80% of the kingdom’s fleet remained on foreign battlefields.

Most of the demon race’s troops were beast clans, and those who went to war were carnivorous. Herbivorous demons would never appear on the battlefield unless it was a battle for their entire race’s survival, which might awaken the bloodlust within them.

Once the formation was activated, a demonic mist rose, thick as ink. Within a radius of dozens of miles, in an instant, the entire area was covered by this ink-like mist, so dense that one could not see their hand in front of their face.

“Did you also ask Grandma for help with the evening gown?” someone suddenly interrupted her, the tone more confirming than questioning.

In the silence, the meteor’s form visibly changed at a speed perceptible to the naked eye until she and Ran Luoxue in front of her looked exactly alike.

“Just like that, it’s nothing important. If I ever face real combat, then I’ll participate,” Feng Luoyu said boredly, lying on the table.

Not far off, Elder De floated mid-air, looking at He Qingfan’s figure, unsure of what to say.

The space around the black light collapsed inward toward it, and a chilling aura capable of freezing the entire world emanated from there, causing the ancient spirit, who existed only as a thought, to shiver uncontrollably.