Chapter 27: Kicking Away the Dog at Her Side

Seeing the Virtueless Daoist attempting to win over Hua Sheng, Fang Muqi’s heart tightened. Though he feared neither Hua Sheng nor the Virtueless Daoist individually, if they truly joined forces against him, it would be far from easy for him. Only after hearing Hua Sheng’s refusal did Fang Muqi relax, yet his words remained sharp and biting.

The origins of the Heavenly Tribulation are formidable. It is said that a peerless master of artifact forging, deep within a desolate land devoid of life, slew an ancient dragon serpent. Using the serpent’s spine and several rare materials, he spent three years crafting the tribulation.

The Western Sea army watched, grinding their teeth in hatred at the demon clan coalition blocking their advance atop the city walls. Yet there was nothing they could do. They could only hope, as they fought their way forward, that the secret techniques of their foes would reach their limits. Then, at last, would be their moment to push ahead.

More and more cultivators from the Realm of True Spirits gathered around the great lake, witnessing for the first time the entrance to the Ancient Void Path.

Moments before, they had brimmed with confidence, thinking they could scorn the Lord of Heaven and his existence. Yet, in the blink of an eye, they were defeated by Ling Tian, a blow they could not accept.

“I didn’t just see it. Last night, I dealt with the Seven-Colored Nether Ghost,” Yan Eleven gritted his teeth, a sinister gleam in his eyes as he smiled quietly.

The Daywalker supported his old superior, the Tenth Court King Yan, the sole heir of King Zhuanlun, Xue Tianba.

Ten million Martial Emperor coins was already an impressive price, yet she remained unsatisfied, hoping someone would bid even higher.

“Something feels off? Hmm… Maybe it’s just my first time at such a high-end auction event, and the excitement, especially here in Ghost Street.” Yan Eleven took a deep breath, calming himself, and then looked outside.

“Huh? Li Li? Your Majesty? Oh, and so many officials? You all came to pick me up?” Tang Bohu spotted Li Li, then Zhu Houzhao, and several ministers. Seeing everyone looking at him, his spirits soared.

“Yuan Yuan.” Xu Xiyuan embraced Ming Hui from behind, whispering softly into her ear. His hand grasped her ample chest, his lower body rubbing against her thigh.

A familiar figure leapt down from the wolf’s back. Li Yu scratched his head awkwardly; it seemed he had gone a bit too far this time.

Now Wang Bufan was held in check by Shangguan Lan, unable to save them, and they were no match for Ling Tian, leaving only terror in their hearts.

“Dad, you didn’t come here just to say that, did you?” Yun Hao noticed something and wore a cautious expression.

He no longer looked forward to the end of his shift; instead, all his attention was fixed on his phone.

She was merely here for the excitement—was she really going to ride a horse? Already in her thirties, the youthful passion of her teenage years was long past.

“No need. Let’s wait and see what news comes in. We’ll see what His Majesty decides,” Empress Li shook her head.

“I didn’t die? I’ve actually been reborn?” Ling Tian stared at himself in disbelief, overwhelmed with astonishment.

Li Hao quickly praised Qin Meng, though inwardly he was sweating bullets. If her father overheard that, would they still have a way out?

To deal with a sniper whose location was unknown, and without exposing oneself, there was only one method.

Six songs, plus nearly forty background tracks, had gained Lin Qiusheng’s approval. Yet there were so many, and the King’s company alone couldn’t keep up with production. They had to borrow several bands from the Bai family—at least four to barely meet the schedule.

Tang Feng briefly explained the situation. The miners erupted in excitement; the path to strength had been nearly impossible, but now, suddenly, it was so simple.

Strolling through the streets of Qingyuan City, Li Hao was not in a bad mood. After all, Lin Ya and Chen Siya needed sleep, whereas he did not.

But there was simply no way to refuse. A year ago, after Li Hao once declined, his little sister immediately became angry, ignoring him for days, even coming to cry before him at midnight, asking if he no longer cared for her.

“Perhaps we’ll discover something below. First, locate the recluse’s position, and we’ll go down to investigate,” Sunshita Ryoko said with a frown.

That was the time when humans were at their most exhausted and relaxed. The armed fighters probably had just woken up, ready to relieve those who searched at night. If one struck then, a surprise attack would surely succeed.

“Thank you.” Even if Wen Ruo Jian was a notorious scoundrel, he knew enough to say thanks in such a moment—perhaps he only appeared to be a scoundrel on the surface.

The battle at Heaven’s End Cliff was unimaginably brutal. Both sides fought day and night without rest, incurring heavy casualties. On the small area of Heaven’s End Cliff, barely several dozen miles across, corpses piled like mountains, blood flowed in rivers.

Next came He Lanjie, who smiled at He Shaoji as he walked past without the slightest gesture. Meanwhile, He Cailing never once looked in He Shaoji’s direction, and He Shaoji only glanced at her in that fleeting moment as they passed.

The more he watched, the deeper he became absorbed, wandering through the stone forest, soon unaware of his own whereabouts, entering a state where self and surroundings faded into oblivion.