Chapter 120: Labyrinthine Mysteries (Official Launch)

Lu Chenyuan gazed into the shadowy depths of the temple and said, "I saw Miss Lin in there. Let us go in as well."

Shangguan Chuci frowned slightly at his words, exclaiming in surprise, "What? Miss Lin is already inside? What about the rest of the Demon Suppression Bureau's men?"

Lu Chenyuan shook his head. "I cannot say. It all happened in a flash; I only caught a glimpse of that pale flame within the palace lantern she carried. It vanished in an instant, but I do not believe I was mistaken."

"Are you serious?" Aier asked, though he was already ninety percent convinced; usually, the first words spoken are the truth.

The Twelve Ancestral Sorcerers could not allow the Seven-Colored Boy to ruin the plans of the Heavenly Venerable of Causality, so they immediately launched a ferocious assault, leaving the boy with no opportunity to sow discord.

Even though he was merely plundering the superpowers of others, he still established a connection with that network and that stream of brainwaves; the computational power of Yukinoshita Yukino and Tachibana Kanade was forcibly conscripted as well.

In truth, what the majority of the common people desired from life was simply a steady meal, and these local clans, who had operated for centuries, understood their psychology best.

If lies and stories could help him avoid a few detours, he was willing to be the world's most wicked deceiver, for no one had ever told him what principles of conduct one ought to uphold in life.

"Deploy the troops! Deploy the troops! I am going to finish him!" Hojo Ujimasa was still bellowing, his blood boiling as he prepared to lead a personal expedition against Hosokawa Nobumoto.

"This year's Azure Dragon Ranking is truly dull. There are only a few hundred people in total; the competition will be over in two or three days!" one person remarked.

The two seemed to have no intention of ending their inexplicable conversation, so Meng Si stepped in to interrupt them.

It was evident that he felt immense envy for the World-Ending Fire in Bai Fan's possession, and even greater resentment that he himself could not wield it.

Nodding his head and swaying, fully immersed in the melody Wang Yao had performed, Li Chengqian was unstinting in his praise, which finally allowed Wang Xu to set his mind at ease.

"Yes, my subordinate withdraws." With a few flickers of movement, they vanished into the sandstorm, the traces of their arrival and departure erased by the gale, leaving not a single flaw.

The following days of travel were miraculously devoid of danger. All the soldiers sighed, believing that the Prime Minister's love for the people had moved the heavens, thus ensuring their safety.

Early the next morning, Yue Lingfeng brought Han Qingjue and Ziqian into the military camp. Han Qingjue held Ziqian tightly, pressing the boy's face against her neck as they entered the main tent. Xing Tianyao was already up, sitting there and gazing at a portrait in his arms, whispering something as if possessed, his eyes filled with deep affection.

The final text message was a multimedia message; the attached image was a map marking a location deep in the suburbs. Fan Yanyan used a navigation app to find the spot, only to discover it was a wasteland. There were no residential houses nearby, no structures of any kind, not even a road.

"This is my territory. I warned you long ago, but perhaps this is for the best—a lesson to help you remember that, in the future, you should know who you are dealing with when you come to collect debts," Jin Yuxin said, pointing a finger at Liang Dayue's nose.

Ming Yi desperately wanted to leap onto his back to feel his back muscles at zero distance, but that would fail to achieve the goal of stalling for time, so she could only endure the pain and refuse. She hugged her chest and remained silent, head bowed.

Huangfu Rou arrived just in time to witness this scene. Although this was the first time Ziqian had harmed someone, it was not the first time he had taken action; back at the villa, he had once sparred with Qingyou. Yet, seeing his calm composure, he looked exactly like Xing Tianyao.

Seeing that Marry was determined to oppose him, Fan Yanyan gritted his teeth and considered firing another shot, but he could not bring himself to do it; he had already shot her in the leg, and blood was still gushing out.