Chapter 72: Fortune Favors the Bold

"Gu Tingzhou, my legs feel weak." No wonder everyone is so wary of hunting—it's truly dangerous. If you’re not careful, your life could be at risk at any moment.

Gu Tingzhou, half amused and half exasperated, climbed up the tree to help her down.

"It's all right now. I’m here," he gently reassured Li Qingyun, who was still shaken. Just moments ago, she’d had the nerve to throw rocks, so he'd thought she wasn't afraid at all.

"Where did you even get such a big rock? Weren't you worried you'd pull yourself down with it?"

"Well, ever since Han Guodong's night attack, I've had a bit of a shadow in my heart. So I thought I should stash more weapons in my space, and I packed some of these..."

But after Old Tu's sudden roar, he tightened his grip, and the bones of the elite bodyguard in his hands began to creak. Not only did the man's face change, but his entire expression twisted in pain.

"Hmph!" Luo Yiyi gave a cold snort and retaliated with a spinning kick, knocking Yu, who had just leaped into the air, right back down.

"Silly! Aren’t you back now? Let’s see what delicious things you’ve cooked. I’m in for a treat tonight." Arm in arm with Xu Qianqian, he walked with her into the dining room, where their father, mother, and grandmother were already seated, waiting for them.

Seeing their companions skinned and even roasting over the fire, the wolves circling nearby all let out low, furious growls from deep in their throats. Xiao Mo and the others ignored it, still devouring wolf meat and occasionally shooting more of the beasts that ventured too close. Night fell once more, but this time, none of them slept well.

Yet sometimes, things are not so simple. A matter that began uncomplicated can, by a twist of fate, become far more complex and sinister.

In truth, Wang Yu was already desperate to escape by this point. They had all been abandoned as expendable pawns. I could have tried to persuade them to surrender, but I did not. Wang Yu was a traitor, and so were they. Traitors must pay the price—they would meet their deaths, as was their due.

Of course, he understood Yan Xuelong's feelings—this was the highest honor. Once word reached the Tiger Roar Kingdom, its prestige would soar, and all eyes would be on them.

Mu Chenyu and Jiang Jingluo saw the two of them standing outside the door. Unable to face them, Jiang Jingluo chose to avoid them.

These institutions are also obliged to pay taxes to support the army. Of course, Xiao Mo was not one to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs; taxes in these places were set at one-tenth, or ten percent. Though not insignificant, there was no alternative for now—it would have to wait.

For this reason, Cui Bin's divine power crystal within his body took on a deeper shade of purple, just a little more than before, though still far from the profound violet he sought.

Hirano and his three companions bathed the prisoners for free. Packed together, there was no room to move; they could only submit to the water jets. Some, caught off guard with their mouths open, had their bellies swell instantly as a jet hit.

She racked her brains but could not fathom why she, on New Year's Eve, needed to dine with her future husband's uncle—a man past fifty. Though Liang Shuo’s face was not yet as haggard as an old man’s, he was still old to her, and the last thing she wanted was to eat with him.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!" Zhang Yi drew a whip and lashed the three of them mercilessly. None dared raise their heads, or speak, or resist—they could only endure the beating in silence.

"Respectfully, Dragon Envoy, Xie Yunze has been captured and brought back to Mount Mao by the elder of our sect. I suggest the Dragon Envoy mete out severe punishment to Xie Yunze according to the rules of the righteous order." Tao Jingyao’s abrupt suggestion caught me off guard—we hadn’t discussed this. What should I say?

Leading a large squad of guards down the main street, he watched as the commoners hurriedly made way, terror flickering across their faces.

The Inner Domain of the Phantom World, once divided by the eight great powers, now belonged to that mysterious Sovereign. Yet whether in former times or now, the Inner Domain remained forbidden to wandering souls below the Creation Realm. Without a summons, no soul lacking that strength could ever set foot inside.