Chapter 163: Shen Wanqian's Conspiracy

In just a single day, Shen Wanqian made a miraculous recovery from his deathbed state. When Ye Cheng and the others saw him the following day, his complexion had largely returned to normal, and his face appeared much more vibrant and filled with color, a stark contrast to the gaunt, withered appearance he had when they first met.

During that day, Shen Wanqian had kept his word, at least to a small degree; he first arranged for Lin Moyan to meet with his father, Lin Changsheng. Subsequently...

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Perhaps realizing she had lost her composure, Weng Meiling apologized repeatedly.

Upon hearing her follow-up, the onlookers burst into laughter. They withdrew their gazes, no longer bothering her as she "punished her boyfriend."

It was an incredibly strange and unexpected sight, much like how Angel shouldn't have been walking with Mashiro.

"But what?" An Chengyou asked eagerly. When Lin Yuna had said she hadn't learned it, his last shred of hope had vanished, but her "but" had offered him a glimmer of possibility.

"Are you from out of town? That makes sense. Looking at your stylish clothes, you must be city folk. What are you doing here?" the man asked with a hint of wariness.

As the words fell, Ye Chen's palm print transformed, manifesting into a door-shaped seal from which intense rays of light radiated. Ye Chen’s eyes flickered, and he took a large step forward, crossing into it.

"Give me your list so that I can proceed," Yin Yue said flatly to the scholar in white.

As soon as these words were spoken, the people in the private room could no longer contain themselves; they roared with laughter, and many began to clap in a mischievous manner.

The group stood there, stunned. They certainly believed what Tian Fan had said, but precisely because of that, they found the situation increasingly eerie.

Ye Chen soared through the air, naturally drawing the attention of many in the city. Perhaps because few people passed through these parts, most of the cultivators in the city took to the sky, staring in wonder at the figure flying in from afar. Some were even exclaiming in surprise, though their voices were muffled to Ye Chen by the city’s protective barriers.

"Liu Yu still firmly believes that Huan Xuan and Liu Laozhi have colluded and are in league with one another!" Liu Yu said resolutely, his piercing eyes radiating a confident light.

Before Wei Jie could soothe the simmering resentment of Pang Yun and the others, a disturbance arose from the Jingzhou army's direction. The cavalry, which had been standing in strict formation, slowly shifted from the flanks toward the rear, replaced at the forefront by over twenty thousand infantrymen.

Xiang Yu felt their sincerity and determination, and his heart warmed. Facing such an unsolvable situation, they had not lost hope, and were instead willing to pay any price. This was something he had never anticipated.

Zhang Xuyao, the representative of the Qianye Commandery, spoke coolly toward the delegation from the Tianwu Commandery.

Black and White Impermanence exchanged glances, both wearing expressions of bewilderment, unable to fathom why Zhang Yi had suddenly flown into a rage.

Yan Nantian’s hidden energy was chilling—a rare variation of the water element known as the ice element. During a duel, the cold aura emitted from his body was enough to freeze a person to death.

A black figure instantly blurred into a trail of afterimages, charging straight before Meng Jun. His violent Rakshasa internal energy surged forward like a roaring, thunderous cloud.

After all, she was a moderator in his livestream; even though Li Siqi was a member of the Wuxiang Legion, Li Changlin could not afford to treat her coldly.

Beside him, Zhou Tianling turned his head away, unable to bear the cruel scene, and covered his mouth as he began to sob.

Holding his spear, Ma Zhong skewered several Wei cavalrymen in quick succession. He shook his arms and shouted to rally his soldiers.

The Supreme Path of Emotionlessness has four realms: forgetting emotions to achieve impartiality, experiencing emotions yet remaining detached, being unmoved by temperament, and being undisturbed by sentiment.

Come to think of it, the Zhao family used to hold banquets all the time under various pretexts—Zhao Jiabao’s birthday, Children’s Day, Christmas—all occasions where Zhao Jiabao’s classmates and friends would be invited over for dinner.