Chapter 120: The Little World

“Hmph, how dare you think that defeating the outsiders makes you a hero, as if Tianling Valley means nothing to me!”

Liú Míngfēi, retorting sharply to Luó Hào, wore a sullen expression, his eyes brimming with fierce murderous intent. Yet, the power of the Martial Dao Stele prevented them from engaging in combat.

Liú Míngfēi snorted coldly and fell silent, while Luó Hào responded with a cold smile. Thus, a grudge was born between them.

Though this outcome was not Luó Hào’s desire, he was no coward. After all, there were plenty who wished him harm.

With this minor incident concluded, everyone on the meditation cushions fell silent, focusing on their cultivation. The Martial Dao Stele, revered throughout the heavens for its martial might, bestowed unpredictable benefits when cultivated near it.

The middle-aged man who had previously spoken on behalf of the professionals now showed a hint of awkwardness. He was Nángōng Liàn’s father, Nángōng Yào.

Those two guards, struck by my finger from midair, indeed froze like statues, motionless and stunned.

Xuānyuán Qīngshuāng opened her eyes to a gray sky. The lingering warmth and dusty scent of rain pressed involuntarily into her nostrils, silently telling her it had rained earlier.

“Hey, hey! My hand!” Sòng Yìtáo dared not struggle for fear of waking the person in bed, so she could only scream helplessly in her mind.

“Third Royal Sister, please don’t be angry. Fourth Royal Sister only envies you for being able to leave the palace to travel; she never said you couldn’t return,” Téng Lián explained with a smile.

The others were numb to Zheng Xióng’s somewhat erratic nature, as they understood it well.

Yet in their hearts, they resolved to wait for Hè Níng until midday the next day. If no sign appeared, they would flee immediately—lest the Red-Faced Bandit uncover Hè Níng’s ruse and pursue them.

One powerful figure, Elder Yuè the Third, had left, but another of equal strength, Yún Zhōnghè, had arrived. Even Yáng Gōngdù was no match for him.

A nation cannot be without a ruler for a single day. Following their promise, Qí Yùtāo and Qí Yùxún escorted Bó Yí into the palace. Qí Yùxún brought along the former officials of the Great Náng Kingdom, all dressed formally to welcome the new sovereign back.

The Chìfēng region was known for its gold mines, a fact Zhu Youjian was aware of. What surprised everyone was how quickly the palace’s mining expedition unearthed this treasure.

Countless beams of light shot toward the earth, accompanied by wails that pierced the sky. Within moments, half of the living beings perished beneath the beams. Mountains collapsed, the ground shattered, and houses turned to rubble.

“...Zhāng Xuán?” Mù Xīncí narrowed her brows at the meaningful look in Zhāng Xuán’s eyes but forced herself to remain composed.

He was indeed concerned for Hán Xuě’s safety. The Yànjīng branch had been quiet for so long, only to have trouble now.

Nearly four hundred soldiers had passed, yet the river’s bioluminescence grew weaker and more unstable, on the verge of collapse.

Of course, she had never been involved with any other man. At the age of sixteen, she met Yèlán Mò and silently surrendered her heart. Once inside the palace, she would meet no others. Moreover, Fèng Jǐnyú was a seasoned player; truly, they were kindred spirits.

Fortunately, reason prevailed in the end. Had she actually smashed Qiáo Rán, she wouldn’t have needed to participate in any arena matches.

Even if luck were against her and she encountered the so-called demon beast Qiáo Rán spoke of, her current strength, though perhaps insufficient to defeat it, would at least prevent her from being devoured.

After hiding on the island for some time, they finally confirmed Qī Yīngjié’s presence.

The corpse’s teeth cracked and fell out as it bit down on the Chìguǐ Sword’s blade. For some unknown reason, the sword began to swing of its own accord. Holding it, I found myself in a passive position.

“You Chinese pride yourselves on integrity, don’t you? I thought you’d refuse to cooperate,” the Lone Wolf said, calmly observing her.

Every few decades, the old Lǚ family in Liúlí Alley would produce an extraordinary genius, but that was not the point.

However, such matters were impossible; true war demanded bloodshed—death so agonizing it pierced the soul—that alone marked its end.

His words could intimidate the Zuǒ family, but they could not think of a retort, especially while chained and locked. They could only plead bitterly, though at such moments, pleading was utterly futile.