Chapter 44: Human Cannon Fodder

Bu Xingye did not deliberately lower his voice, and many people around him could hear him clearly.

"No matter how great Xurui was at the age of seven, or how much spirit of self-sacrifice she had for humanity, what she did at the age of thirty makes her a traitor. In that case, Madam Tang can also be considered an accomplice to a traitor."

"If that's truly the case, then the Jiang family's hard-earned reputation is about to be ruined."

"Since we've found an accomplice to a traitor, shouldn't we go and capture them?"

Fortunately, after checking the pulse, Hou Cangshu stated that he was only currently unconscious. Although both his internal and external injuries were severe, they were not yet life-threatening, and as long as he received timely medical assistance, he would be fine.

Mind you, Lin Baobao had already endured the Extreme Cold Ice Sword Array; what did this bit of cold possibly mean to him?

Hearing this, Huyuan Shougong was even more speechless. However, strictly speaking, he wasn't really human; strictly speaking, he was merely an artifact spirit.

Shadow and the other two followed closely behind Ye Feng, while Big Black circled continuously in the air, watching for an opportunity to launch another wave of attacks.

"Sigh, I didn't expect that just a brief encounter would cause us such heavy losses. Although that dream demon has been eliminated, if things continue this way, the family won't be able to hold on much longer." Bai Qujiang did not hide it from Bai Heming and spoke directly.

If she continued to delay like this, her reputation would suffer increasingly, and the pressure from her family would grow heavier by the day.

If he were hit directly, given Melong's current state as a living target, even if he didn't die, he would certainly be injured.

"Vile ant, how dare you injure my... friend?" Regnar questioned Nidhogg, feeling as though his mind was controlled by some mysterious will. Yet, at the very last moment, he still relied on his own will to alter the term he used for Rebecca.

The robust Behemoth warriors thought with malicious intent. Facing the bristling blades and spears of the Imperial Guard, they ultimately refrained from putting this absurd ideal into action.

By this time, the two of them had also learned the news of Yin Chun's defeat. Tie Ma felt deeply remorseful for his poor judgment in assessing people, but any punishment now was useless; the most important task was how to protect Emperor Gong as he fled from Zhongzhou.

"Naturally." Ji Qianchen nodded. "Even the Soul's Journey derived from the fragmented lineage can differ. For instance, Meier's Soul's Journey is extremely versatile and changeable, whereas the Moon Goddess's is profound, gentle, and weighty. Take your pure innocence, for example."

Lin Xiao's expression was numb, as if completely devoid of sensation. He floated mid-air with his drooping head. At his neck, only the pale pouch containing Zuo Yin's tears drifted along with his black hair amidst the chaotic turbulence of various energies.

At this moment, he was completely at his limit, yet Chen Fan and the other two still maintained an air of effortless ease. Once they made a move, he would undoubtedly die.

"Why can you go? Why must this young master stay in the estate?" The dark eyes widened further, and Young Master Guan wore an indignant expression, as if he had been deceived.

Moreover, at this moment, Nagato also understood the reason why these people, along with himself, were living in this place.

Ever since the last time she went to Wanchun County on behalf of Bai Qingyin to exchange embroidery for silver, Ruoxin had never seen her again. And on the day of the sacrificial ceremony, Qingyin had unexpectedly failed to show up, which left Ruoxin feeling rather strange.

Just as the entire capital was buzzing with heated discussions about Duanmu Huashu, Qingrang was at the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion making apologies to others on behalf of Yichan.

"Xiyan?" The man finally opened his dark eyes lazily, relaxed his arm that was around Ruoxin's waist, and slowly sat up.

Hearing this, Qingwu lowered her head slightly and offered a cold smile. Although she could not completely figure out what Fusu was plotting, she knew for certain that it would not be as superficial as he claimed—what he called discussing the Dao through the sword. At the very least, one of the underlying meanings was to test the methods and principles behind Confucian swordsmanship.

Huo Mingze drank the dessert clean. The taste was not particularly good, but since it was bought by Mo Di, he forced himself to finish it, pouring his emotions into the effort as he tried to love his wife.

In front of the building known as the Tower of Age-Old Snow, over a thousand netizens had gathered, including fans of Yu Sui'an and viewers of Mandarin Duck's Tribulation.