Chapter 61: Ye Tian Has Gone Mad

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Soo-young responded, confirming he would return for dinner, and sent someone to attend him as he left the city. Li Hu commanded the army to assault for three consecutive days. Yelü Aguozhe led the Liao forces in fierce resistance. The Juyong Pass stood firm, unmoved as a stone.

In utmost secrecy, deep within a massive mountain range, the atmosphere was cold and chilling, giving rise to an uncanny sense of dread. Within this mountain lay a gigantic cavern, towering several dozen meters high, its walls gleaming like mirrors, carved out by sharp tools.

The four who had been slumped in their chairs suddenly sat upright—three in bewilderment, one in delight. Old Hei was anxious, and so were the others; leveling up had become difficult, and dying once meant losing thirty percent of their experience, enough to keep them busy for a day or two. Experience loss could be endured, but if their equipment dropped down the cliffs, how would they retrieve it?

Wan Yan Olugao, Gao Qingyi, and the others were utterly shocked. Li Hu had arrived, and so had the main force of the Tiger Fierce Army. With Li Hu's martial prowess combined with the wealth of Bianjing, the battle for Hebei would be hard fought. As for the plan to discuss peace with the Song Dynasty and divide the river as a boundary, it was likely nothing more than a pipe dream now.

“Mm!” Chu Tianyi nodded. Just now, his own pride had made him forget about the “quality” transformation of his soul core.

Ten starships loaded with warriors immediately adjusted their positions, and every passage gate opened simultaneously.

With so many witnesses, I, Divine Archer, make this vow: as long as the one who lost everything doesn’t flee, as long as he dares face us head-on, tonight he will surely die. If I fail to kill him, I will delete my account on the spot.

“My point is, you’re all bust and no brains—you really ought to supplement your intelligence,” Lin Feng called out as he swam further away, wearing a look of triumphant mischief.

Yet, despite Wei Xing’s order, Yan Fu’s army did not halt, continuing their march toward Feihu City.

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“Don’t come over, this bastard’s life is tough. The bullet struck the back of his blade—he’s unharmed,” Long Mao boasted to everyone, showing them the long knife he’d drawn from behind his back, with a bullet lodged in its blade.

As for that Young Master Lin, ninth layer of Martial Soul, perhaps he truly was a country bumpkin from some remote corner, unaware of Tianyun Sect’s age restriction for entry exams, coming all this way hoping for a meteoric rise.

However, as first-year students, we had to pass a theoretical magic exam to qualify for the practical test, assessing how well we’d grasped magical theory over the semester. Why this exam existed, none of us knew.

“Last night I didn’t touch you at all—you know that perfectly well…” Ye Feng stared at Dongfang Yaoying, aggrieved and resentful.

The teacher’s words set the whole class abuzz. They had studied magic for over ten years, finally advancing to the rank of mage, possessing the power to battle magical beasts. A real fight awaited them, and it would affect their graduation scores—they were instantly excited.

The members of the Spirit Sword Sect rode horned beasts; to display their prestige, seven of the eight beasts were mid-tier third rank, while Jian Wuqing’s mount was late third rank.

Cang Ba suddenly realized that four peak Purple Mansion cultivators had appeared here, dressed like the previous disciple from Xingyun Peak, and only then did he realize he might have stumbled into Tianyun Sect. He had always revered the greatest sect in Tianyun Kingdom, and hurriedly withdrew.

It wasn’t long before these twenty or so people arrived at the door of Nightcat Bar. Yet, since it was their first time doing such a thing, they stood at the entrance unsure of what to do next, all looking expectantly at Lin Feng.

Han Kun gripped the magic scythe tightly; his chained left hand clutched the spike embedded in his body, and with a forceful twist, he snapped it clean.

The entire Hall of Sacred Medicine was in chaos. Several famous doctors stepped forward to examine the patient, and each shook their head in succession.

Her worldview, built up over so many years, had crumbled in that instant, shattered beyond repair.

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Tan Suichun nodded repeatedly as Lin Xue shared more marketing strategies with her, promising to visit in person three days later before taking her leave.

Wang Yiming sighed again. He had to face reality—he was now no better than a cripple, surviving only through cunning and deceit.

Peach had no direction of her own. In past worlds, she always followed the adventurers’ lead, doing whatever they said. Hearing Leah speak, she instinctively nodded and beckoned the remaining two newcomers to join her outside.

The attendant still wore a look as if someone owed him money, nodding aloofly without offering any explanation.

This matter was absurd. Though Chief Mo did resemble that criminal in some way, the officers dared not arrest him without cause.

Anya wore a white blouse with gold embroidery, paired with a blue skirt that reached below the knee. On her, a college student, with her shoulder-length hair, she looked even more youthful and charming.

Gu Feng’s expression was grim, unwilling to accept defeat—he had yet to obtain the inheritance for the eighth and ninth layers.

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