Chapter 100: Making Ximen Bark Like a Dog

Shen Xuening hurried in. “What happened? I was just out getting some gifts, and you’re already quarreling? Linchuan, what happened to your face?”

Lin Luo sneered. “You truly are a family. At least you can still see Zhou Linchuan’s face—while I can’t even tell if he still has one.”

Shen Xuening was speechless.

Turning to Wen Ni, Shen Xuening said, “We just wanted to bring you some things and pay you a visit. Who would’ve thought you’d be so ungracious?”

Wen Ni replied in a sarcastic tone, “Yes, as if I desperately needed your trivial gifts. Would you like to sit down?”

From the side, Lin Luo elongated his words, mocking, “She means take a seat, not anything else!”

“Ryuuzaki, didn’t you take a day off? Why are you back at school at noon?” Sakato Giono asked in surprise.

Indeed, investing in a school does involve risks. But if it succeeds, then through the right channels, elite talents can be retained in the Age of Miracles.

The middle-aged man’s expression froze instantly; before he could finish his sentence, a claw flashed like lightning past him.

Other than the meal she’d had in Europe before leaving, she’d never seen Ling Hao look so grave.

Fan Lao’er had a hole drilled through his leg by Ye Tian, but Ye Tian acted as if nothing had happened. That alone was enough to terrify Fan Lao’er to the point of losing control. This was, after all, Yan Capital, the capital of Huaxia. That someone could fire a gun here without consequence—what kind of person could Fan Lao’er possibly provoke? Not to mention, Ye Tian had just revealed a secret of his that could shake the heavens.

Taking the double bounty offered by Karni, the three Void Cavern-levels quietly withdrew from the task. As for finding trouble with Karni, that was a matter for another day. After all, Mr. Han Dong couldn’t possibly stay at Xiniu Academy forever.

The divine kings were on the brink of despair, gripped by fear and a chill in their souls. Han Dong hadn’t even summoned the River of Fate, yet he had slain the god Qi Su with a single stroke. Now, with the River of Fate, it was like a nebula joined by star mist, a galaxy paired with a sea of stars; compared to before, it was no longer on the same level.

However, the order must be rearranged—first examine talent, then family background, and finally bloodline—just to ensure these people are all part of the noble families.

There was nothing unusual about it—a group of youths wanting to go out and have fun instead of staying home was perfectly normal.

Yet in truth, things were far less carefree and much more perilous. The Dust of Years did not truly belong to Xu Wuyou, and was not so easily controlled. It not only attacked the fragments of his divine wheel, helping him ignite the ultimate fire, but also assaulted his divine wheel itself, trying to erode and dissolve it.

Wei Wei took a deep breath, then, donning her oxygen mask, gripped the rope and nodded at Miss Li.

“Sir, the Left General of Han, Lord of Yicheng Pavilion and Imperial Uncle of Yu Province, Liu Bei, has come to pay his respects. He’s already been waiting a while,” Liu He reported calmly, standing before Zhuge Liang.

Liu Yin and Lv Shun had long known the plan. When Huo Jian was captured earlier, the true intent of tonight’s advance was quietly passed to the company commanders. Thus, though the lower ranks remained puzzled, under the discipline of the army and the orders of their officers, no major confusion occurred.

As they reached the gate, Shen Mu reined in his horse. His tall, slender figure sat astride a red-maned steed, left hand gripping his sword, right hand pulling the reins tight. His bound black hair fluttered in the mountain wind.

Only after the Wei army had completely withdrawn, leaving nothing but charred corpses in the valley, did Zhuge Liang finally sigh.

What kind of man was Qin Fen, and what was his connection to the demon god, the Six-Eared Macaque? Who were the powers supporting him?

Wei Zixi sensed the unease in his breathing, knowing the medicine was tormenting him, and felt a pang in her heart.

“This child is quite different. Her martial arts shift with her thoughts, and her power seems innate. The situation must have roused her fighting spirit. But that’s good—I was worried she might be too soft-hearted, but now I can rest easy,” Cold Sha said unconcerned.

Xinbao still held a grudge against Xiao Han for not accepting her before; now, she refused to call him “father” lightly.

For a moment, over a hundred disciples shouted in unison, voicing their agreement. Wang Tianjun smiled and said, “A person should be broad-minded to make progress in cultivation. Very well, I agree to your joining the Xuan Yun Sect, and guarantee that the benefits you received from Wu Yun Sect will remain unchanged.”

As for Qian Ruhua’s pharmacy, it was the same story. Many people came seeking medicine. At first, the shopkeeper was pleased, but soon sensed trouble. In the past, he would have closed up shop for safety, but now there was no need—his boss lived right behind the shop, so he could simply report directly.

Rakshasa forced a smile uglier than a cry. “There are plenty of problems, but it doesn’t matter if I tell you. I am Rakshasa of the Underworld. I’m here to block your path—for the sole purpose of devouring you.”

Meng Tian finally understood why that group had retreated so quickly: as long as they injured him, that was enough.

“Listen well: our family’s patriarch resides in the Dao Palace, receiving instruction from the Heavenly Way every day.”

The power unleashed now—let alone one Underworld Spirit Palace, even ten would be destroyed.

Soon, the powerful Liangshan army broke through the encirclement and retreated toward the capital. The man leading them was tall and sturdy, his face obscured as he rode, with two wolf-fanged arrows embedded in his back.

Mu Yan pressed her forehead. “Xiao Xinghan! Could you at least discuss things with me before risking death?” She had brought eleven weapons, and Xiao Xinghan had already picked out his favorite early on.

“You’re too weak. As the young master of the Divine Arms Sect, if your identity is revealed, there’s only death ahead,” Xiao Xinghan said coldly to Mu Yan.

In addition, he knew the system of the Myriad Worlds was a map seed, existing only to devour world consciousness and become the greatest map in history. As its master, Qian Ruhua’s goal was to use it to dominate all worlds.

Ever since helping the new emperor ascend, few had dared to challenge the brothers, and they were not the type to bully the weak or fight for supremacy. So they couldn’t recall offending anyone.

Today’s auction proceeded more smoothly than ever. A bone-blood golden lotus, which no one had high hopes for, not only wasn’t left unsold, but fetched a price of fifty immortal stones—far above its actual value.

With a slight turn, she seized the servant’s wrist, yanked him forward, and drove her knee hard into his abdomen.

At the hour of Si, all the courtesans who had passed the preliminary selection gathered again at the venue. Today’s performance would count for half the competition’s result, and the audience would choose their favorite courtesan. As for the content of the performance, there were no restrictions, allowing the participants plenty of room for creativity.