Chapter 130: The Flaw

Lin Jianyan rarely showed a trace of anger upon hearing Miaojinyue’s words and said, “The Demon Suppression Division would never engage in such deeds...” She paused, then noticing Lu Chenyuan and Miaojinyue both looking at her, took a deep breath before continuing, “The Great Zhou Immortal Court is indeed vast, but from my own experience within the Demon Suppression Division—from the divine capital Luoyang to Zhenhaichuan—there has never been any conduct like what you described. For me, and for many of my colleagues within the Division, demon suppression has always been...”

Zhao Yishan would never have known Zhizhen personally, but since Zhizhen was one of Baofeng’s most trusted aides, Zhao Yishan had learned everything about him through Lifei.

The process was not complicated, only extremely taxing on one’s patience. Ye Huan focused intently on the timing, while also observing the changes in Yujie’s body.

To truly understand what this iron block was, he examined it again carefully, inspecting the area around it several times. Yet, to his disappointment, aside from some labyrinth-like patterns, there was nothing particularly special about it.

A soft cough came at an inopportune moment, coinciding with a shift in Endo Soseki’s qin melody. His breath caught, the strings trembled violently in his hands, nearly snapping.

Dressed in a white training robe, his punches and shouts rang out with force; his movements, both fist and foot, carried an imposing vigor.

At that moment, Tianming unleashed the “Five Thunder Strikes.” Five thunder dragons swept down from the sky above Jiang Linhai in a devastating assault.

“But, but...” Ye Huan was momentarily stunned, the words spoken by Dongfang Susu that night ringing clearly in his ears. He felt certain he had not misheard, yet something inside him insisted he must have misunderstood.

Her military uniform hugged a slender waist and alabaster skin, embodying a heroic and capable aura, yet the coquettish smile on her face carried a hint of seduction.

Seeing him look her way, Xue Sisi immediately averted her gaze, though her eyes betrayed a complex emotion.

Apparently, there was no other way. Beichuan Xiong said no more; after all, the official start was just three days away.

“Who was responsible for guarding the tunnel entrance today? Step forward and speak,” Xu Jian asked coldly, a hint of urgency in his voice.

In a flash of light, Ye Luocheng and Ye Wuwei departed from the Golden Sword Cavern, leaving Lin Yi with the uneasy feeling of being surrounded by ravenous beasts.

The group escorted Luo Qian to the exit of the Mysterious Realm, silently waving farewell. Luo Qian resolutely embarked on the path to seek out the Celestial Demon.

The man lying atop her suddenly collapsed heavily, motionless. A warm liquid trickled down, permeated with the metallic scent of blood.

Lin Fei smiled and said, “Actually, there’s no need to calculate too meticulously. Take Margaret from ’82, for example. Due to the high temperatures and scarce rainfall that year, that batch of red wine became a classic. The cheapest bottle goes for around fifteen thousand dollars, while the rare ones are priceless. All that can be inferred from simple data.”

It was a ruthless challenge: over a hundred kilometers on foot to the Snowy Sacred Land. How long would that take? Perhaps it was the only way to make time pass more slowly.

With Le Zhiyang’s help, he escaped death, his heart convinced. He turned left as instructed, walking several hundred steps before stopping to listen closely to the ground. After a while, no footsteps followed, and only then did he believe he had evaded his pursuers. Exhausted, he collapsed to the ground.

“Hi!” Gu Baoshan responded, running to the ox-head-shaped stone by the lakeshore. He pressed it, and a floating bridge rose from the water.

Though Ye Youyao was cold toward Consort Chen, the consort occasionally offered her food.

“An Xing, don’t move. Whatever Su Yuche can give you, I can give too. Now just lie still.” Having spoken, Yi Xuzhi gently laid Gu Anxing down and pulled off his own tie to bandage her.

It seemed Chu Xiaosheng was aware of the Vietnamese presence; he regarded them as formidable figures. Yet I have never acknowledged the Vietnamese as my backers. What I owe him has long been repaid. Even if he appeared before me now, I could face him with clear conscience and unshaken pride.