Chapter 25: Tomorrow, You Shall Be the Newest Addition to the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion!

“Shuashuashua!” The surrounding elves, seeing the fireballs, simultaneously raised their bows and aimed at them.

Normally, in Jiangnan City, it was rare to encounter a martial artist. Yet, upon arriving here, they immediately met many martial artists, including martial masters and grandmasters—something seldom seen before.

“Are you sure you want to discuss such matters in front of me?” The black cat’s voice interrupted us at an inopportune moment.

The giant bird’s two sharp talons suddenly swiped fiercely at its opponent. Those enormous claws were sharper than steel blades, more piercing than any other claws.

This time, Yiyang chose not to break through on his own but passed the ball to Marion positioned at the corner.

Not far away, several fierce beasts charged forward, baring their blood-red jaws, ready to tear the young, ignorant child apart.

“Uh, Your Majesty, actually, the Duke of Yue had a plan. During his lifetime, he sought to bring the people of Lingnan under royal governance. Therefore, at that time, this humble man handed over the sugar production technique to him. In turn, the Duke used the sugar workshop’s output to sustain Lingnan’s free medical care. Controlling healthcare meant winning the hearts of the Lingnan people.”

As the two weapons clashed, Tegula extended his right hand and gently gripped the bone spear. The seemingly fragile spear exploded violently, enveloping Woodde in the blast.

He had lived over a hundred years, yet no one had ever dared attack him like this. The Chen family’s status in the city lord’s mansion was second only to the lord himself—or so the head of the Chen family believed. But unexpectedly, a young successor in his twenties dared to treat him this way?

Rumors about Master Guo never ceased, but no one truly knew what the master looked like, his age, or his height.

From this, one might infer: if the Fifth Prince was indeed splashed with dirty water, who would benefit from this political turmoil?

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The two leading cavalry battalions easily broke through the feeble defenses, circled around to complete the encirclement, and captured all fleeing tribal soldiers. Then, an army of more than twenty thousand surged through the breach, advancing toward Molotai City at a pace exceeding twenty-five miles a day.

“Oh, so that’s how it is.” Li Ping’er calmly took her seat and glanced once more at Long Yun beside Diluofeng.

As the city lord, Ji Shuyun should have, like all previous feudal lords, toured his territory and shared joy with his people.

The painstaking effort of the Tongtian Dojo to achieve this was because the Extreme Dao Immortal Pot was linked to its highest inheritance—the Dao De Tianzun legacy.

Yes, a man old as a dog flushed and stepped back, simply because the people here were too dangerous.

After dinner, we quickly found a hotel to stay. In the room, Li Xi posted many talismans. Once everything was prepared, she reminded me that once night fell, I must not leave the room under any circumstance.

A large crowd of talents from across Dengzhou gathered, blocking the entire East Lin Street, waiting anxiously for the announcement of the results. Those who made the list were overjoyed, calling friends to celebrate. Those who didn’t made no complete despair.

In fact, it was not only Mozhuang Bi and Mei Xizhao who realized this; all the top leaders of the two sects inside the Other Shore Hall were also aware of this crucial issue.

His words triggered bursts of laughter from the other men in the cave. Su Xia’s face turned pale and then flushed; she was clearly frightened.

Through a gap in the carriage curtain, Xu Jinrou witnessed everything and nodded approvingly. Although the patrol officers were Western barbarians, their law enforcement toward the people of Great Chu was not overly harsh.

When Gu Dongjue left, his steps were steady, showing no sign of being affected by the earlier incident. But in places Su Xia couldn’t see, his expression was ever-changing. Upon entering the bathroom, he turned on the faucet, washed off the ointment from his hands, then scooped a handful of cold water to splash on his face.

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Logically, I should have been pleased that Lu Xudong treated Gu Yuqing this way, but at this moment, I could not feel a shred of joy. Even if Lu Xudong truly saw Gu Yuqing’s true colors, what was there to celebrate at such a great cost?

Qi Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly, a deep, cold gleam flickering within as he looked faintly at An Ran, who was making a call not far off.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that Jiang Wanhao and Tam were sworn enemies. The more they tried to distance themselves, the more entangled they became.

“You didn’t eat anything tonight. How about I get you some food from your place?” Gu Xixi was concerned about Chen Jiran’s stomach condition.

Thinking of the miserable aftermath of the last fight with Ye Di, being fined a semester’s pocket money by An Jie, and locked at home during the holidays, An Ran immediately deflated.

Fortunately, the interruption to the sacrificial ceremony was brief, and the Blood Spike did not descend from the high platform; otherwise, all efforts would have been in vain.

At the corner appeared an elderly scholar, sporting a goatee, a square face, thick white eyebrows, embodying the upright spirit of Confucianism.

At this moment, Ling Feng no longer felt mere fear toward Bai Zhen; he did not even have the courage to glance up at him.