Volume 1, Chapter 56: The Ally's Test

Then came another slap, and the tent flap was roughly pulled open. Yelu Chucai, clad in a red robe, strode in arrogantly, looking down condescendingly at Zhou Liang. Behind him, the stocky Zhao Lun entered in a rush with a flushed face, casting an apologetic and helpless look at Zhou Liang to signal that he had tried his best to stop him.

Outside the practice arena, the spectators were buzzing with discussion, because Geng Keji had brought up a legendary figure of Ancient Tree City—Yang Qi, whose tragic fate was deeply regretted by many.

Moreover, he knew that once the tortoise treasure drew closer, he could unleash the immensely powerful Grand-Aether Divine Thunder Art, making it inevitable for his opponent to suffer injuries under the onslaught of three consecutive heavenly bolts.

Although the Chaotic Yin-Yang Divine Thunder possessed supreme might, landing it anywhere near the Daoist of Grand Purity would prove extremely difficult, especially since Grand Purity was protected by the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda.

The candlelight flickered erratically, casting dancing reflections upon the Empress Dowager’s face. The undulating flame seemed to synchronize with her breathing, waxing fierce one moment and growing faint the next.

These ships formed a semicircle, with each vessel equipped with two of the giant Lannister ballistas. Li Lingyi had specially prepared these to deal with the three dragons; the moment they dared to show themselves, they would undoubtedly meet their doom with broken wings.

Throughout history, the Nanyang Basin held immense strategic value. Situated between Guanzhong, Hanzhong, Jingsiang, and the Central Plains, it allowed any regional power easy access to and from other vital strategic territories.

The green lotus collided silently with the Great Dao celestial radiance. For a moment, the Dao of the Saint of Grand Purity, the Lord of Morality, intertwined with the Dao of the green lotus, alternately manifesting the Dao of Creation and the Primordial Dao of Yin-Yang.

Mu Xuefu’s expression tightened, her heart pounding with a sudden, ominous foreboding.

Lin Shijue was quick to react, immediately erecting a protective barrier of spiritual energy around himself. When the barrier was shattered, the direct impact left his body charred black, and vomiting blood, he collapsed onto the ground.

Perhaps Yu Ji was afraid of Ji Meina; after all, what if Ji Meina started randomly experimenting with seasonings again and ruined a perfectly good meal?

Yet, after returning empty-handed with no further investigation, they had been driven away by the master of the Hundred Herbs Hall.

As the target of the massacre, Ma Jian showed not the slightest trace of dejection. Even after stepping down from the stage, he remained cheerful, holding Dou Wei by the hand.

"Indeed, Your Majesty! Only within the grand hall can we convince the public; otherwise, this appraisal lacks credibility!" It was the Grand Tutor who spoke, and several other loyal ministers quickly voiced their agreement.

It was said that every day before dawn, many regular customers would line up outside the restaurant carrying small folding stools. Heh... though who knew if that was just an exaggeration?

From the town to the county, the city, the provincial capital, and finally to Peking Union Medical College Hospital, famous throughout the entire nation.

Given his advanced age and lack of ulterior motives, Zhang Shi first washed his hands in a basin, then respectfully picked up the musical creation composed by Dou Wei.

Particularly behind him, pale blue flames swirled, morphing into the phantom of a colossal, spherical beast.

It was not out of deep fondness, but rather because this body belonged to a manga artist—and a renowned one at that.

"The outcome is decided; there is no need to watch any longer," Old Immortal Turtle laughed, turning as if to leave, when suddenly, all the spectators at the foot of the mountain let out a collective gasp of astonishment!

Yet when she actually went through with it, she discovered that the odor of the excrement was not nearly as unbearable as she had imagined.

The only difference between that golden phantom and her true form was the number of wings; the golden phantom possessed six wings upon its back.

Concealing his true motives beneath eight or nine parts of truth, this "First Dandy of Jinling" had fully inherited his father's cunning.

Under circumstances where it remained uncertain whether they could escape, and with the total number of lingering spirits entirely unknown,

Jiang Chengyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stepped forward, attempting to take Su Ciyi’s hand, only for her to step back and evade him.

Now that the Su family had delivered Su Ciyi to him, repeatedly assuring him that both the Jiang family and Jiang Chengyan utterly despised her and that he could toy with her as he pleased, there was no reason not to sign this contract.

At this moment, Jiang Lili looked genuinely on the verge of fainting at any second. Ning Xian felt rather grateful that Ye Qingqi had sent him back to help look after Jiang Lili.

They were not fools either; after a period of fruitless attempts, they abandoned this method. But did one really think these fellows would simply give up just like that?

In all her twenty-odd years of life, this was the first time she had experienced such a profound sense of losing control—as if anything concerning Jiang Chengyan invariably exceeded her expectations and governance.

Kang Weiguo felt far more shocked than anyone else, for he had previously crossed paths with Zhu Zhuofan. In a mere clash of internal energy, the other man’s sword had severed his sea of Qi with terrifying prowess. A bitter taste filled his mouth as he realized that his lawless grandson had actually provoked such a monster.

A moment later, Huo Yunxiu’s name rose to fourth from the bottom. Just as everyone craned their necks in anticipation, the doors of the 出云塔 (Cloud-Exiting Pagoda) suddenly opened, and a battered Huo Yunxiu limped out on one leg.

Yet it was not over. He bit his own index finger, drawing a droplet of Heavenly Master blood from the fingertip, and dropped it into the jade dish.

Now, with Chang Youli unceremoniously pulling out well over half of it—a massive pile weighing at least tens of thousands of jin—the sudden appearance caused the entire building to tremble as if in an earthquake.

Money was certainly useful, but had he possessed sufficient strength earlier, why resort to luring others into attacking Huang Xiang? A single palm strike would have sufficed to crush that bastard's dog-like skull.