Chapter 29

The blood pool, once filled with dragon blood, was now nearly dried up. Nothing remained but a pile of gore. Both You Ruian and the General were gone.

"Song Jian, should we take this opportunity to make off with the treasure?" At that moment, the young man—the human incarnation of the sable beast—had already begun to clash with the elderly goat-like figure.

Of the three prison guards, two had raised their weapons, while the third, seemingly searching for someone over his walkie-talkie, ran off. In reality, only a few dozen seconds had passed, but the urgency and Ning Chensen’s fierce intensity made the situation feel spiraling and uncontrollable.

"Hmph, you want to pass? You must answer to me first," Daoist Huangteng snorted coldly. An iron canister appeared in his hand, which he tossed forward without a second thought; the object grew rapidly in the wind.

Followed by four bodyguards who monitored their every move, Su Chenxi stood in the lead. The old man surveyed the villa and nodded in approval; the decor was quite pleasant, evoking a sense of warmth, like a true home.

"Many soldiers were wounded today. Nanjiu, come with me and take a look," Xiao Hanyu said, patting his shoulder before stepping out of the tent first.

There was some truth to that sentiment. If my marksmanship had been better, I could have eliminated that assassin last night and been free of future worries.

Meanwhile, a few one-eyed men not far away had clearly spotted me and began charging in this direction.

"In your opinion, what was Ye Ling referring to?" Feng Yeyan asked Bai Yuzhu, feigning ignorance.

After all, he had just wrongly suspected his cousin, and now even his grandmother had shown her distrust of him—how could Emperor Duanhua’s mood be anything but further darkened?

Just as I turned to begin my search, Teacher He, his face filled with rage, appeared before me like a phantom.

The cousins set out for Mingren Palace under the pretense of paying their respects to the Empress Dowager—though, once her health had improved, she had intended to cede the palace to Empress Su.

With that, he soared into the air. The other Supreme Immortal Emperors, barely having time to regulate their breath, followed him upward to continue resisting the black liquid that fell like a torrential storm.

Yet, what he could not fathom was why, even in such circumstances, she could not consider his feelings.

Though Xu Xishuo knew he was innocent, he breathed a sigh of relief at the sight. Ignoring his still-bleeding wound, he held his blade with both hands and presented it to the Prince of Liang.

"Go!" Bai Yuzhu shouted at Huangfu Ao with crimson eyes. Her heart was bleeding; she had hurt him once again, but it was the only thing she could do—the only way to preserve his life.

Ai Xue said, "The military has already sent men to quarantine the towns infected by the plague." As she spoke, she cast a glance at Katherine.

Watching the sound of hooves draw near, Sima Guan’s eyes turned bloodshot. At this dead end, the cultivators were already difficult to deal with, and now, hemmed in by government troops, things could not be worse. *Could it be that Heaven intends to destroy me?* Sima Guan’s heart turned to ash as he glanced back at the green-skinned gourd tucked into his leather pouch, offering a self-deprecating smile.

It was only after Xue Hezi had broken free from his control and begun walking the earth as Zhu Qu that he had depleted the blood energy within the Iron-Blood Heaven-Swallowing Banner. It was not until this lifetime, having completely shed the influence of his zombie bloodline, that he ceased to rely on the banner’s energy, leaving it for Zhuge Hong.

The newcomer must be a master who had raised a Fire Qilin, though it was unclear if he was Sima Xi’s father, the Prince of Yueyang.

Seeing Phyllis bring Ai Xue out directly, the guards responsible for the watch were startled. Was this… a jailbreak? This was completely beyond their ability to handle. The guards tried to stall Phyllis and Ai Xue while urgently reporting the matter to Emily.

Phyllis wore a playful smile as she asked, "Danika, do you think this painting is a tribute or a satire?" In truth, while the meaning was subtle, it was not entirely hidden; the painting mocked the idea that this so-called era of peace was built upon piles of bones.

"Did you find the messenger? He must be loyal to you, and completely unaware or suspicious of the matter," Liu Neng asked.

One must realize that this was a pure-blooded primordial relic from the Great Wilderness; even after being suppressed by Earth’s laws, it was far superior to ordinary ingredients.

To give up would be a great pity, yet if they did not, Su Fu and the Tower Spirit might be in danger.

In their imagination, Li Yu should have been either furious or afraid to speak. Of course, it was more likely he was both, but they expected some emotional display; they enjoyed seeing others crushed under the formidable aura of the Master.

"As I said before, I want you to return. In a while, I will have someone contact you to follow the proper procedures and formally hire you as a psychological counselor for the Sakamichi series, primarily responsible for the members' stress relief and mental health," Konoe Tatsuyoshi said.

There are always those who are self-righteous, though this was only because Bu Weiqian was busy with his plans; otherwise, he would have said a few words before departing.

"There are notes on the back of the ticket." Seeing that the front side contained only brief information, She Guang flipped it over to read the instructions.

Many in the Oda clan sent their blessings and gifts for this occasion. However, this group did not include Oinu, Nobuharu, Nobumasa, or even Shibata Katsuie. In reality, about half of the Oda clan gave no indication of their stance, especially those who had a good relationship with Oinu.