Chapter 51: Miss Xiang'er

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After all, anyone capable of following by the side of the Heir of the Prince of贤's Manor could hardly be an ordinary person.
Which young master of a noble house could it be, to be able to accompany the Heir of the Prince's Manor so closely?
Many people silently memorized Li Xian's appearance, deciding that if they ever crossed paths elsewhere in the future, they would have to show him due respect.
Chu Yun merely smiled with great detachment, leading Li Xian to be seated at the very front. This was a spot he frequently enjoyed visiting, and Boss Qi naturally kept it in mind. Knowing that Chu Yun would return, he had specially reserved this seat for him. From here, one could command a direct view of the high platform, making it the optimal viewing area.
In the guest seating area below, each visitor was seated...
Shi Fei and Fan Shuiqing exchanged glances and nodded in unison. Wang Tian's analysis was entirely accurate; things were precisely as he described.
"Study." Gritting my teeth, with the mission of rescuing Yu Pei'er and Zhuangzhuang, I no longer had the luxury of time to hesitate.
Coming to a halt, the poison afflicting Snow Ji and the Star-Moon High Priestess was completely neutralized by Xiao Yu. Looking at Xiao Yu, his expression turned exceedingly complex.
Just as I was racking my brains in deep thought, I suddenly received a deeply familiar brainwave transmitted via "Necro-voice into the Mind."
This was no coincidence. Ever since running into Li Wuming and his companions last night, he had kept a close watch on their movements. Today, he had even stalked them like a hound for a stretch, which was how he knew their exact whereabouts.
Xiao Yu had been gone for over two months. While it could be concealed at first, as time dragged on, hiding it became impossible.
Naturally, most of the time it was Li Yimo pursuing Xiao Yu. As time wore on, even with Li Yimo's profound mastery, flaws began to show.
Her struggle proved ineffective; Lord Sifu's arm felt as though it were forged from solid bronze and iron walls, remaining completely unyielding and motionless.
The low tone was somewhat blurred by the pattering rain, but Jian Ran still heard that single word clearly.
Shaking his head, Zhuang Wuse's expression suddenly shifted. Having perceived through "Telepathy" the trick I had just pulled, his face instantly flushed bright red. No, to be precise, it alternated between green and red. Realizing the situation was turning critical, I executed the Yu Step to flash past Zhuang Wuse, preparing to flee the scene.
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Eunuch Shang cried out in alarm. In truth, his exclamation was entirely redundant; the moment palms and fists collided, he had already sensed Yang Hao's true qi. Yet hearing Yang Hao confirm it himself, he still could not suppress his shock.
The entire stone gate was completely enveloped by the massive tree's root system, and some roots had even fused directly with the stone. Evidently, the words spoken by the tree moments earlier were no bluff; should they attempt to destroy it, the tree unquestionably possessed the capacity to reduce this stone gate to ruin.
A divine spark served as authorization to wield divine arts; possessing a single layer of divine spark granted three divine arts. However, the precise nature of those divine arts depended entirely on the spark-bearer's own epiphany.
Meanwhile, ever since the city was besieged by the barbarian troops, General Qin Qiong had issued orders commanding three thousand soldiers to guard each gate, while dispatching a general daily to patrol the ramparts.
In reality, this mountain range served as a natural barrier for the empire. During the revolutionary wars, commanders had constructed fortifications along its peaks to station garrisons. Following the founding of the nation, however, the location evolved into a sprawling metropolis, and human traffic began to thrive.
Though one could not simply sit back and await doom, Yi Le had not the slightest notion of what course of action to take. Should she... perhaps give him a headbutt?
It slammed squarely into Lu Qi's stomach. With a loud "bang," Lu Qi crashed violently onto the ground, blood erupting in a fountain from his mouth.
The entire process was so neat and crisp that Nan Wuxiang felt a mild trace of surprise. Believing that Xiao Yiming was wholly obsessed with sword-forging, he had assumed his mastery of spellcraft would be somewhat rusty. Yet judging by his actions just now, he was certainly no inferior to Lan Nie.
No sooner had the words fallen than a deafening roar erupted from the center of the arena. The thunderous boom resonated throughout the entire pagoda, followed by a persistent, piercing, and grating screech. As the dust settled, the posture of their clash gradually came into view: their bodies were not touching, but their fused energies locked in an unceasing, violent confrontation.
James Wang, whose mental focus had been pushed to the extreme, was only just regaining his composure and calming down from the shock of the preceding explosion. Remaining trapped in such a volatile hazard zone meant one could never predict when the next deafening blast might occur.
Aside from Lu Zhineng, there was likely no one else in this world capable of producing such a piercing and extreme voice.
Upon her person, she invariably carried the unique thorns native to a blazing red rose. Yet in every gesture and movement, she bore the striking resemblance of a lotus rising purely from the water.
Lin Xuan rubbed his drowsy, heavy eyes, his consciousness somewhat hazy as he felt that the dream he had just experienced was rather peculiar.
Employing her ultimate technique, a towering phantom of a True Phoenix manifested behind her, blotting out the sun and skies in colossal scale. Divine flames capable of incinerating all creation overflowed from its eyes, beak, and nostrils as it charged straight into the starry vault.
"Young man, when we elders are exchanging perspectives, what qualifications do you possess to point fingers and lecture me?"
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Zhaoyang shook her head and said, "The Netherworld Ghost Fire can devour energy, but it is by no means limitless. It possesses a fatal flaw: the energy consumed during combustion is excessively massive, resulting in a very short duration. There were already signs of this when dealing with the Flame Slime just now."
"Understood!" The nurse administered the pre-prepared cardiac stimulant to Wang Meili as a precautionary measure against any unforeseen eventualities.
The formidable forces on their side were by no means inferior to those of the demon race. The masters of the seventy-two caves required no consideration whatsoever, as naturally capable defenders existed among the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals.
Jiang Yimiao could not quite describe the sensation, but knowing that the elders of the Jiang and Ming families no longer deliberately forced them together, she felt a profound sense of relief.
In contrast, Xiao Ruyan fell slightly short in terms of technique, employing the Five Elements Heavenly Chant.
"Qingluan and Hua Weiyang seem to be on good terms. I believe her life is not in immediate danger; Prime Minister Hua need not be overly anxious," Xia Linyuan comforted.
The sudden, unprovoked commotion plunged the grand hall into an uproar. The male servant had remained outside and failed to enter; as panic swept the chaotic hall, fear spread contagiously. When quiet finally was restored, sharp-eyed onlookers spotted a puddle of water right beside the man who had collapsed limply to the floor.
The words of the Thunder Immortal Emperor were not conveyed to Old Man Zizheng alone; Wang Yu, Xue Yao, and Zhen Lian heard them as well. The tone adopted by the Thunder Immortal Emperor was overwhelmingly grandiose, treating a divine spark—offered as a mere reward—as if it were a trivial, worthless plaything.
"Very well, I am in need of this, so I will dispense with formalities with you." Suppressing the joy surging in her heart, she stowed the entire soul stone away.
Bai Zhi hesitated for a brief moment before recounting a simplified version of how Hua Weiyang had been transformed into a snow fox, cautioning him not to disclose the matter to others for the time being.
She picked up a peach and began crunching into it heartily, completely devoid of any ladylike demeanor. Yet how could she possibly look so utterly endearing while doing so? Shu Ye and Xue Rong exchanged amused smiles.
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