Chapter 169: Infiltrating the Xiongnu Prince’s Manor

Recalling the information exchanged with Feng Sheng and then picturing the eager eyes of his brothers yearning to go home, Ye Cheng felt a sudden ache in his heart.

"Brothers, I will definitely bring you home. You are all fine sons of the Great Yan Xia Dynasty, and I, Ye Cheng, will not abandon you."

"Sir, who are you going to bring back?"

...

Yet a lingering doubt remained in my mind: why had I heard the sound of flowing water this morning? Could it have been an illusion at the time? Well, this spiritual steed is an extraordinary treasure anyway, so perhaps having an illusion was no big deal.

In the glow of the lantern, I offered a shy smile, and I saw him smile too, a smile that made even the dark night a little brighter.

However, Xia Xun could still only smile wryly. The ambient heaven and earth elemental energy around him had now condensed into a liquid state, forming a huge vortex that enveloped him entirely.

After a moment, the area around the bite was flushed red and tinged with purple, looking much like the marks left after cupping therapy.

Li Si entered the inn first, followed closely by Xuan Tianji and Long Qie, and several of them took their seats one after another.

"Yet I feel it shouldn't be in this palace, but rather somewhere else." Ye Bing gazed at the distant lake in deep thought.

Round and bright, radiant and glowing, enduring through eternity—how can mortals comprehend it? Tossed into fire it cannot burn, plunged into water how could it drown? A single luminous Mani pearl that no sword, halberd, knife, or spear can harm. Capable of good, capable of evil, it acts purely upon whatever good or evil appears before it. In goodness it becomes a Buddha or an immortal; in evil it sprouts fur and grows horns. With infinite transformations it wreaks havoc in the heavenly palace, where no divine thunder general or celestial soldier can capture it.

One of the men in suits prepared to open the car door and rush out, but his companion hurriedly pulled him back.

Schumacher laughed, patted Ye Feng on the shoulder, and said before opening the car door to seat himself in the front passenger seat.

Xia Xun swung his twin swords together, unleashing a wave of sword Qi that similarly spread outwards to block the Protector-General's strike.

"He only relies on Peng Wanli; otherwise, among the top ten inner disciples, what kind of person is he?" another young man chimed in with a disdainful sneer.

As the dust and smoke cleared, everyone was astonished to find that the Ghost King had actually been beaten back two steps by Huo Xinchen, dropping to one knee on the ground.

Yun Cheng paused, shook his head speechlessly, and waved to Potato, telling it to go over and check it out.

The host muttered grumblings of irritation in his heart. Yet, dissatisfied though he was, since Xu Duan had put it that way and they were broadcasting live before the camera, he really couldn't afford to keep hestering that fellow Xu Duan. After all, once those words were spoken out loud, if he kept tangling with him, wouldn't he truly be acting like Xu Duan claimed—as if he just had a personal grudge against him?

She nodded happily and served me some roasted fish. I ate my fill, rested for a little while, and then set off again.

"What?" Blasphemy was a political mediocrity, but he still possessed a certain talent for military matters. He did not trust the so-called peacekeeping force formed by the tri-nation coalition; not only did he station them at the Yuanye encampment more than two hundred miles away from Yangcheng, but he also sent secret agents to monitor their every move and report back at any time.

Xu Xiao Xiao stood up, looked at us somewhat suspiciously, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end said nothing at all, turned around, and walked out.

At this moment, Shi Shan cared nothing about Poison Flower Granny's dissatisfaction—or rather, he simply ignored it entirely, his fingers trembling visibly.

Wang Yingda, who was gnawing on an apple with great enthusiasm, cast a resentful glance at Li Zhiyuan. He was just eating an apple; did he really have to catch a stray bullet like that?

"My practice is based on simulated death, so what does it matter if I don't bathe? My body is clean enough. Still, these clothes really do need to be changed; if I make a big movement and expose my backside, it won't look too good then, will it?" Zhang Wuya tore off a piece of his own garment and said.

Yet if he didn't put in a few good words for them now, it really wouldn't be very appropriate.