Chapter 54: Directly Wounded

“Father, why is our Ye family suddenly collaborating with the Jiang family?”

“Because working with the Jiangs offers us a clear and promising future. In fact, you could say we're the ones benefiting from this arrangement.”

“But why? Right now, aside from Jiang Chen, who is somewhat powerful, the Jiang family as a whole isn't that strong…”

There are two types of titles: one is purely ornamental, adorned with dazzling visual effects but without any attributes; the other comes with added attributes.

Of course, most of these descriptions are pieced together from scattered records found in ancient ruins, and cannot be verified. How does one establish a kingdom?

Huan'er hadn't told the Emperor Ming about that incident—not because she didn't trust him, but because she was still uneasy. She couldn't predict what he'd do if she spoke of it. The emperor naturally preferred stability, but what she wanted was quite the opposite.

Looking at the mustard seed pouch in his hand, Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a trace of emotion. Then, without hesitation, he entered his residence, found his own cave dwelling, and stepped inside.

After keeping a low profile for so long, Ying Si was curious to see what it would be like if he finally acted with high profile.

“All the notorious demon capitals in the land have suddenly gone quiet, and the White Tiger Star Lord's successor, who appeared some time ago, was probably just a lure to draw me out,” Lady Cui Ping said slowly.

All of this was linked to Chen Jing, yet at this moment had nothing to do with him. He lifted his head to the dark sky, where faint flute music drifted—a melody with a bewitching power that made his heart race under its spell.

Yin Tianzheng suddenly felt a vast and incomparably pure aura drop onto his hand. Instinctively, his rootless fingers closed, and he instantly gripped the battle crystal in his palm.

There was a divine war ten thousand years ago? Ying Si was a little surprised. Was it not rumored that all the gods had fallen into eternal slumber, or were exiled forever?

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, A-Lang wouldn't have believed anyone could achieve such a feat at that level.

“It’s true, but at that time, it was just a vague idea in my mind,” Luka said.

Along the way, there were noticeably more ghost soldiers than usual. These were the undead legions recently transported out of the Underworld. Normally, not a single ghost soldier could be seen in this mansion for half a day.

With a single thought, Yi Feng was somewhat astonished. Counting Han Xin and Liu Bang, there were seven hundred and twenty-two people behind him. He had expected most of the soldiers to leave as soon as they received the amethysts, but unexpectedly, so many remained, steadfastly following him.

Otherwise, with nothing but Long Xingyu’s face, no leader at Longxing would let him in. Of course, Long Xingyu had changed his name—he was now called Long Jian.

At that moment, Jia Lei sprang to his feet, the wooden staff in his hand shooting a stream of spiritual energy into the mist.

Angel's eye twitched. She hadn't expected, in a moment of carelessness, for her opponent to seize the opportunity. With no time to dodge, she could only raise her right arm to block the incoming iron fist.

Zhang Ning smiled. Chen Chuliang always opened people's eyes to new perspectives. Following him, Zhang Ning felt she had chosen the right path.

But he knew that, for now, he had to endure. Otherwise, everyone would die.

“Is that so?” Master Haidu was deeply suspicious, his gaze full of doubt.

Beside him, top students like Shangguan Yueling, Qingxue, and Muling all watched Shangguan Yufeng with anticipation.

Gradually, the sensation grew unbearable. In the end, Lin Wudi couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a wild roar, unleashed a powerful palm strike.

The next morning, Lin Yu climbed out of bed at dawn, ready to look for Liu Yun—only to find Liu Yun coming to him first.