Chapter 178: Undercurrents Surging

Xiongnu, Tongwan City, Right Wise King's Mansion.

This was one of the most luxurious structures in all of Xiongnu, earning the nickname of the "Little Imperial Palace," and the entire estate was so vast that its boundaries could not be seen at a single glance. Even the outer walls of the estate were built entirely of white jade masonry.

Within the estate, the grounds were divided into numerous zones, with dozens of buildings of varying heights standing tall; there were Western Gothic-style domed structures, as well as Eastern garden-style pavilions...

Chizao's replies were just like her person—polite, gentle, soft, and adorable in every way, whereas Wei Xiao was much more casual and exceptionally straightforward.

She simply couldn't help glancing twice at Tang Song's hand linked in his. Her displeasure was genuine, yet she chose to say nothing.

Every day in the country, Gu Xi was busy with filming, living a fulfilling life. From time to time, she would fly to the UK to catch a glimpse of Su Wushuang's life, but she never once showed up to disturb her.

After a moment, he opened another safe, fished out a set of keys of unknown purpose, and a few blank checks for any contingencies. Then, staring at the wardrobe for a while, he picked out the lightest pieces of clothing from the pile, folded them, and stuffed them into his backpack.

Because of his remark, Ye Qianchong even turned her head to look at him, the subtext being that he somewhat lacked emotional depth and loyalty.

Almost as the talismans plastered themselves all around Song Bin, a circular array suddenly rose. A rippling curtain of light instantly enveloped a radius of ten zhang, trapping Su Mu within its glow as well.

"Hmph, wouldn't it be less aggravating if you just walked further away? You're an eyesore," Xiao Yingchen glanced at her sideways and said unceremoniously.

The cultivator surnamed Li let out a cold shout, his hands repeatedly casting magical seals. At that moment, the giant net that had been pierced through by Su Mu, forming a sword-shaped tear, suddenly condensed from the center. The opening was instantly repaired, and almost as soon as Su Mu recovered his senses, it enveloped him.

Just as the voice fell, Xi Mingling happened to walk in. Seeing Qi Fengling sitting on the ground, he simply ignored him and stepped right over him.

The production team breathed a massive sigh of relief. The planning staff, in particular, thought smugly to themselves: Hmph, no matter how almighty you are, trying to outsmart their show was out of the question—wahahaha! They had actually managed to stump Assistant Ye; it was simply marvelous and would undoubtedly become an indelible achievement in their careers.

Meanwhile, the opposing archer and mage seemed to have prearranged their moves. The moment the two warriors charged forward, all three of their attacks flew toward Wang Tianxing.

"Brother Yu is right. This time, it's not just a matter of the pugilistic world, it might also involve the imperial court. We must take it seriously," Guan Changsheng said at this point.

As for the chilling frost, it reverted to its primordial form, condensing into the appearance of the jade lotus from before. It swayed and shimmered in the void, with seven divine halos shifting between its branches and leaves, sending forth layers of ripples. The breath of the Great Dao flowed ceaselessly within its roots and stems.

Ye Luo vaguely felt that the Shuanghua Tower the two of them spoke of must be that legendary Nine-Heads Tower.

"Ha! You're getting married! I've missed you for so long here, waited for you for so long. And you?! You've barely been away from me for half a month, and the moment you return, you say you're getting married!" Huangfu Tianyang violently turned his head away, shaking off Ye Zhao's warm hands. Deep disappointment was evident in his eyes.

The sudden, intense pain made the extremist knit his brows. He stared at the muzzle of the gun, never daring to make another sound for fear that the barrel would be turned toward his lungs.

"Stop running, Zhou Chui! Just obediently die here!" Prince Ziyue's voice grew increasingly hoarse, black stubble gradually sprouting on his face before turning pale.

One could only see the Angel of Chants standing there with a solemn expression, hands clasped in prayer, singing toward Gu Qingshan.

"Thirty-seventy split, three for you, seven for me." The clone Zhou Chui knew that this was the moment to make exorbitant demands; otherwise, if the Vaughn family beat him down during negotiations, he probably wouldn't have anything left.