Chapter 96: So Much Nonsense

Xiang Long was utterly stunned this time. Thinking it through, the idea that the man before him was from the Celestial Dew Pavilion was nothing but his own wishful thinking; the man had never claimed any such affiliation.

“But… but that can’t be right, brother!”

Xiang Long turned anxiously to look at his elder brother.

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Dai Yizhi had never dreamed she would encounter Li Jingtian here. Her pupils widened in fright, her expression as if she’d seen a ghost, terror seeping from her eyes.

Xia Amei ignored her, and after a while, the patriarch of the Xiahou family, Xiahou Jie, arrived as well.

Almagro had no desire to accept him in the first place, and hearing Soto’s tone so resolute, he said, “In that case, Captain Soto will have to find another benefactor.” Soto smiled indifferently. “So be it,” he replied, rising and leaving the office.

It was, in essence, a commonality between the other’s soul and his own. Simply put, it was the mark imprinted within their souls.

His face was just as Miao Miao had imagined—etched with deep traces left by time, with long brows and a short white beard, only his large, bright eyes shining with a profound insight born of witnessing the ages.

Other cities were equally chaotic, but the flow of cultivators was never as great as in Huaquan City. Here, in the taverns and tea houses, it was common for itinerant cultivators to gather and share their insights. If one was lucky, they might even encounter a Foundation Establishment cultivator expounding on the Dao.

Thanks to the pleasant scenery and the distant view of Mount Fuji, most foreign tourists would make a brief stop here before heading to the mountain itself.

Yet, to be honest, this spell was quite useful—worthy indeed of one created by a magical prodigy.

Jin Feng stared at her coldly, obsidian-bright pupils glinting with a chill, exuding an icy menace.

The two armies clashed again. Exhausted and demoralized, the Inca warriors were no match for the soldiers of Quito. The moment they met, they were routed. Over thirty thousand were felled like stalks of wheat, screaming in despair beneath the relentless onslaught of axes and blades wielded by the fierce and seasoned soldiers of Quito.

The second place went to Jing Han, whose innate cultivation was formidable. He was the personal disciple of Master Tianyang, and in fact, Tianyang’s only disciple.

Amid the chaos of battle, a cart driver suddenly spotted a medicinal hut by the roadside and, overjoyed, shouted towards the carriage.

Wu Xuan cheerfully picked up A-Jing, set him on her desk, and propped her chin with both hands, gazing at him.

By now, the piece of wood was utterly devoid of any color, resembling nothing more than a blackened firebrand, plain and unremarkable.

Fang Ran nodded slightly. This sheer cliff had been cleaved by a mighty cultivator; the mirror-smooth walls on either side were proof enough that climbing from below would be nigh impossible. Without his True Martial Boat, even Fang Ran himself had no confidence in scaling it barehanded, let alone these ordinary warriors with no cultivation to speak of.

At that moment, she imitated her father, stooping forward as she walked. Meanwhile, she pressed the pouch of salt in her sleeve close to her chest.

“May I ask if you gentlemen are from the Northern Leg Sect?” Wang Shi cupped his fists in greeting, his expression beaming with good humor.

In truth, from what Yu Zi had observed along the way, it was clear that Young Master Ziti placed great trust in those he employed. Thus, the swordsmen and retainers at his side were all fiercely loyal.

It was not that Zhen Hangdao was any less intelligent than Jiang Xue; rather, as members of the four great clans of the divine race, they had fought side by side for tens of thousands of years. He had never wanted, nor ever thought, to doubt his companions.

Chen Haoran drew the exorcism pistol from his Devouring Kingdom space and examined it carefully. From the aura the pistol emanated, he sensed a trace of holiness.

“Put away the scroll—it’s time for you to reap your reward.” From the start, Tang Feng had never intended to take the pure divine essence for himself.