Chapter 117: Good News

“Hey, did you hear? Minister of War Li Wanchun has died.”
“Yeah, I thought it was something else. I knew about it last night. What a pity.”
“Pity my foot. It’s all thanks to His Majesty’s great grace; otherwise, the entire Li family would have perished.”
“That’s true. But I think... those two men under Zhang Facai seemed to notice something was off. Normally, if a comrade is in danger, others would rush in without hesitation to help.”

Suddenly, a burning sensation spread across the cheek. It felt as if some sticky liquid was flowing out. Mu Tianyi wiped it with his hand and discovered several drops of yellow pus, causing a chill to run through his heart.

“Well then, I’ll take my leave!” Liu Xing, wearing the badge of the academy’s vice dean on his chest, left the office with some regret. Outside the door, he saw Assistant Qian.

As he moved forward, the space widened, and the number of corpses lessened. Yet Li Boyuan’s pace slowed, his hand holding the flashlight trembling uncontrollably.

After that, he never glanced back at the bone-spike mutant. Shooting from his mouth, it was impossible for it to survive.

Mu Tianyi was shaken to the core; if this aura were fully unleashed, what terrifying power would it possess?

He jumped off the spaceship and took a deep breath, noticing the air now held more moisture and the foul stench had diminished somewhat.

There was no time to ponder further; the meal was finished in one go. Zhan Haochu and the others began their evening training, maintaining their usual intensity. This made Mu Qin and the others sigh, realizing that true strength requires sacrifice—there is no such thing as power from thin air.

Zhuge Xuesong’s senior never voiced it out—after all, it would be heartless not to call the person who imparted a lifetime of knowledge one’s master.

Eight figures, paired in twos, moved with perfect coordination to separate Mu Tianyi and Xiu Yan.

Looking down at the three elders lying face-up, their expressions a mix of deep resentment and stark terror, Ye Qianfeng coldly waved the Blood Dragon Fang in his hand, a wicked smile curling his lips.

Seeing Ming Xiao return to his usual composure, a flash of surprise crossed Ye Qianfeng’s eyes. He lightly flicked the dust off his sleeve and smiled faintly but lowly.

“Please come inside.” Bu Qingyun stepped aside, his gaze fixed on the Lan tribe warriors behind Ren Daoyuan. Inwardly, he marveled; he had thought the intelligence was flawed. How could Ren Daoyuan, after being away for half a year, bring back so many top-tier Yang Gods?

Amid a tremendous roar, a colossal beast materialized within Ye Qianfeng’s spiritual altar. That beast—wasn’t it the primordial mutant, the mighty Wild Boar?

“All right, all right! No more crying. I’ve come back safe and sound, haven’t I? And there are guests here—what’s with all the sobbing?” Qin Yang’s eyes softened instantly. He opened his arms, gathering the four gentle beauties close. Smiling warmly, he comforted them softly.

Tang Ni and Yan Ke’s faces were still pale—a sign of severe blood loss. The recent ordeal had worsened their injuries. Although not yet fatal, prolonging this would be perilous.

“What should we do?” Chen Guangfu was at a loss, panic evident on his face. If these were mere sea bandits, perhaps Chen Guangfu could have survived. But this was the imperial army. Whether Chen Guangfu could keep his life was now uncertain, even to himself.

Chu Huainan’s demand was simple: let Han Hai and thirty-nine brothers join the Flying Eagle Hall under Li Hongfei’s command. Jiang Chennan was puzzled; he knew Han Hai and the others were Chu Huainan’s loyal men but couldn’t understand why Chu Huainan would insist on this.

“Yes, I understand all that. I know you’re not drunk, but it’s really late now. Brother, let’s head back.” Qin Yang said again. The more he looked at Chu Huainan, the more he seemed intoxicated.