Chapter 146: Taking a Master (3)

Each movement of the old man seemed to strike a chord deep within everyone’s hearts, causing those around him to watch anxiously. Soon, he produced one bundle of medicinal herbs after another, as if it were no trouble at all. After a while, he leisurely took out seven rare elixirs. The quality of the trees was already impressive, and it was surprising that a disciple at just the tenth level of Qi Refinement could produce so many precious medicines.

“I didn’t expect disciples from Huangfeng Valley to be so outstanding even at only the tenth level of Qi Refinement,” someone remarked.

Jiang Yuanrong listened to his attendant’s words and caught a faint, elusive scent. His anger surged to its peak.

Meanwhile, the Empress Dowager was supported by Jiang Xiang; Su Ye and Zi Su held the Third Princess and Third Prince; Lv Luo carried Nangong Heng. The group hurriedly made their way toward the rear palace. As they exited the Autumn Appreciation Garden and entered the Imperial Garden, they continued toward the back quarters.

Since Changsheng’s admission to the hospital, his presence had been unremarkable. He was even overshadowed by his own sister, becoming a subject of ridicule.

Hearing my words, everyone fell silent. Brother Zhang Yi stood up. “These fifty desperate men in prison are in your hands now. Train them harshly. They’ll be on the battlefield in no time,” I said.

This was truly a thankless task, but for the sake of peace within the palace, she could not be allowed to enter no matter what.

The sudden upheaval left the surviving villagers terrified. They scrambled away from the vicinity of the earth demon worms, fearing they might be the next unfortunate victims.

What Lin Feng did not expect was that Qiu Mingde had even come to beg the fearsome elder white snake for help regarding this matter. Perhaps he was cautious—Juelong Ridge was too strange, and if Lin Feng encountered danger, he wouldn’t be able to come to his aid in time.

“Are you sure you want to spar with me?” Chen Zihan asked again as he approached Fu Xiaoxu.

Damn it, this is like being caught between fire and ice! I cursed inwardly but continued to keep my focus on him.

It was nothing much, just a suitcase. Yet Shen Xiaoxiao insisted on having Fang Yi carry it for her. When Fang Yi asked if she couldn’t manage it herself, she replied that if she could lie down, she wouldn’t sit. With Fang Yi as her strongman, why drag the suitcase herself? Why indeed?

Xiang Hao stayed in the city for a few days with Sun Wutian. During that time, Xiang Hao continuously sought out challengers for Sun Wutian.

Besides them, Yao Bo was also present. That was Fang Yi’s suggestion—to have Yao Bo hold down the fort. His bulky muscles were quite intimidating.

They weren’t worried though, because the Jintian Guard’s personnel were already spread across the land. There were many safe places to stay within Ye City; once inside the city, there would be someone to receive them.

After a moment, Xiao Feng emerged wearing a white coat, entered the elevator, and headed to the operating room on the third floor.

“Kneel before the invaders!” the chief officer shouted.

Taishi Ci knelt down, followed by Yun Ting. Suddenly, the atmosphere grew heavy, as if no one dared to speak. The world seemed to fall into silence.

“To drink!” The ill-tempered, black-faced man with a beard lifted a large wine cup. His brother echoed, “To drink!” and raised his own cup. They clinked their bowls together before taking a deep drink.

He had done what needed to be done; there was no reason to stay. The Nine Hanging Mountains would open for one year—after which they would return to fetch them, preventing other forces from seizing them.

Even the aura of a shadowy royal clan, amplified ten thousand times, could not compare to this black liquid substance.

At the South City Gate, Dong Zhuo watched the Yellow Turban soldiers surging toward them at the edge of his vision. A twitch crossed his face, a shudder stirring deep within his heart.

Ye Changge was quite the jealous type. In truth, he had been eagerly awaiting his junior sister’s words. Though he said nothing, joy bloomed in his heart.

Lin Chen pondered and thought that topics about mutual aid might attract less attention, so he forwarded Ding Jun’s message with a single comment—almost causing Ding Jun to choke on his frustration.