Chapter 86: The Master of the Sword Gate

"Yes, half an hour. I am going into the factory for treatment now. No one is to disturb me."

"Do you understand?"

Ye Cheng swept his gaze around and noticed that none of his family members dared meet his eyes.

That was only natural. After all, he had just slain a fellow at the fourth level of Qi Refinement. In their eyes, he probably...

He did not speak further. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind: if it were the fourth brother, there would probably be a joyful reunion. He had already become so plagued by gain and loss.

A group of people crossed the playground and headed out, and for no reason he felt somewhat desolate.

In truth, Zheng Che and Yi Doushou were both from the Western Faction. Seeing Yi Doushou actually sneer at him as cowardly and incompetent, unfit to return to court, Zheng Che was simply incensed. In the end, he fell silent and let the others make all the noise.

Chu Junlan covered her mouth with a delicate yawn. After a moment, she languidly pushed open the door, her voice tinged with the soft drowsiness of one just waking.

"You know I can't bear to part with you, and you still made me worry."

Bai Yunyang pinched her cheek in exasperation, torn between love and irritation.

On the sea to the southwest of the long waters off Changsha, the Spanish Manila galleon fleet was sailing southwest beneath a sullen sky.

He might even have to issue an imperial edict in a soothing tone, saying things like, "You have assisted three generations and devoted yourself diligently, often forgetting sleep and food. If you were at times lax in supervision, how could that be your fault? Your request cannot be granted. I hope you will soon return to duty and not fail the expectations of your late father and myself."

Chu Junlan felt deeply moved. Since the Xu matriarch was willing to treat her with such wholehearted sincerity, how could she fail to be touched? Even without blood ties, she still liked such a motherly figure from the bottom of her heart.

"I think we should be the ones to accompany them," said Xing An, meaning the men from Yellow Sparrow's force who were escorting the Northern Di people all the way.

Compassion, of course it was compassion. The martial world was so cruel, yet they made no effort to hone their own strength. For people like that, letting them out into the world was practically sending them to their deaths. Better than allowing them to be butchered later by some heretical and sinister sect disciple, it would be for them to withdraw from the martial world sooner.

Who would have thought that Zhao Zhigao would continue, "When Ministers Shen and Wang held the reins of government, they thought of countless ways to stop Gao Rixin. In the end, did they achieve any improvement? No, hardly any at all. Gao Rixin's rise was like the first ascent of the morning sun, something no human hand could obstruct."

Those who worried, like the leader himself, felt in the depths of their hearts as though they had been utterly screwed over, as if ten thousand primordial beasts had trampled over them.

In the end, so long as Li Fei believed in Zhuang Xiya, Zhuang Xiya could use Li Fei to get close to Li Ji, and thus form a partnership with the Li family.

With the power of a single altar, the Eternal Prosperity Gate gained the foundations to contend for the rank of a top sect. The sects of the Central Continent had all benefited, to greater or lesser degrees, from the Fountain of Youth. It could be said that the altar left behind by Gonggong had bestowed tremendous benefits upon the cultivators of this world.

Luo Shuangchen lay beside the bed, still lingering in the dream. In that dream, he was eight years old, riding on his father's back as they wound through the wild grass of Shuangtagou in Rehe.

The person bound in the underground was none other than Chen Yuxian, the brother Wei Changfeng had been waiting for in the bell tower of the Guandi Temple, only for him to never return.

The man's features were twisted out of place in excruciating agony, his entire body jerking constantly in the chair. He knew that this feeling was more unbearable than death.

As for Lin Yu's matter, Xiao Yushi had long wanted to ask about it. After all, what happened yesterday would remain unforgettable to her for the rest of her life.

"Qiu Feng, ever since the college entrance exams ended, I haven't seen you even once when I came home!" Xia Ke'er said to Shen Qiufeng with evident affection.

But it was obvious that the Nether Demon had been thinking too simply. He also realized this when Ling Yu picked up a stack of design drawings and began speaking to them. Damn it, had he grown addicted to treating them like free labor?

Yet with that one remark, he startled Zhang Xiaofeng. He had originally been convinced that Lao Chang's teacher was surely a fraud. But according to what this professor said, it seemed that the document might actually be genuine. That left Zhang Xiaofeng deeply puzzled.