Volume One, Chapter 43: Do You Take Me, Fu Yuting, for a Fool?

At this moment, Tiger hurriedly ran off when he saw what was happening. He remembered that skill all too well—just a single blow had sent him flying, and he had lost so much health.

"I feel something is wrong, too. Could it be that they know who I am? Why do their eyes seem so fearful?" Wei Dong had noticed as well.

With the Minotaur Chieftain’s double attack finished, and Zhao Dingguo’s wind blast paired with the magnetic storm, four or five enemy attackers were now in a critical state, barely clinging to life. The wandering swordsman could easily deliver a hammer blow for a double kill. Seeing such vulnerable foes, every member of Group Three had the same thought.

Ye Ruoli paid no heed to Gong Wuyi’s pale, grim face. She sprang up, not even bothering to tidy her hair, and rushed out the door in a panic.

"Sister Fei, you—you're here!" In her haste, she sat up too quickly, pulling at her wound and breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Even so, when the two reached two-thirds of the way up the northern valley’s mountain slope, they still fell into a predicament.

At this moment, their cloaks did their work—a flash of golden light shone out, causing two vampires to leap back with piercing screams, clinging to the ceiling with their hands and feet, baring sharp fangs and claws at the two below.

Though the Sun family had perished, all the factions in Tianluo City knew Ye Ruoli’s methods. If anyone asked about her, from the heads of noble houses to ordinary citizens, none would utter a word.

"Nurse, what’s wrong?" After pushing open the door, Qing didn’t even turn to look, but heard Zhan Liuyun’s slightly curious question.

Besides, killing a White Tiger wasn’t likely to yield anything worthwhile—how could it compare to slaying the enemy’s flying courier?

Those familiar with Su Tang and Wen Xiang’s relationship understood immediately, while those who didn’t simply stared blankly at Wen Xiang’s smile—the famous Lord Wen seemed almost to be using her beauty to entice someone.

The cardboard boxes were sent out by the thousands before one finally ended up in General Xingtian’s hands.

The moment she stepped inside, darkness swallowed her up. I called twice, but there was no reply. I reached out, found nothing, and grew anxious. I quickly called He Shuo and Ran Ran back into my Yin-Yang Blade, pulled open the door, and stepped inside.

Wu Lele found herself glared at by the ancient clans as though she were their sworn enemy, eyes brimming with hostility. She rolled her eyes, snorted, and was half-pushed into the sacrificial cave by a man of the ancient clan. I listened to Yining, knowing her words were sly, so I stopped struggling and strode grandly into the cave.

The Eighth Princess had married a good husband, and He Ying felt a sudden relief. She had always harbored deep guilt toward the Eighth Princess.

The Yaksha troops suffered heavy losses under the onslaught of the Hellfire Array, nearly routed, but they also inflicted severe wounds on the Red Army, with over three thousand dead and wounded.

Ning Yufei controlled himself, avoiding glances that might give rise to improper thoughts. After all, mortals are not saints—everyone has desires. He knew the allure of Liu Xuer and worried that if he lost face, it would be embarrassing before his brothers.

Rong Lin and Rong Zhen looked up at the lotus lamp above, glowing red. It struck them as odd, though they couldn’t quite say why.

Zheng Tong let out a cry, looked up at Rong Zhen, who was already dumbfounded, glanced at Zheng Tong, then at Eunuch Hua, and finally at Rong Lin.

Next, a bizarre scene unfolded that stunned Xiao Fei—her nose was suddenly pinched flat and never recovered its shape. The once straight bridge now collapsed, and the wings of her nose looked extremely strange.

Du Yuan, Shen Yue Rou, Qu Zhi Feng, Bing Yu, and Wan Zhizhou, along with several officials, walked together. Du Yuan’s purpose was not only to investigate the situation but also to comfort the people along the way.

Feng Yu Xia slapped his thigh and jumped up with joy, a sharp contrast to just moments before, making Ji Yuan Zhen and the others secretly grumble—such fickleness!

"Yes, Exalted One!" The vanguard ghost showed no fear. For ghosts, pain mattered little; what they feared most was utter annihilation. Now, everything was under the control of the Venerable Mahakasyapa. At his command, the ghost attacked Du Yuan again, viciously.

Thus, the various factions once again launched a fierce war of words in the live broadcast room.

Inside the cave, who knows what lay within? Ye Wudao climbed about ten meters and heard the cries of snow monkeys. He guessed this was their den, and as he crawled further, the passage narrowed until he could barely squeeze through.

Upon hearing "one hundred thousand," Yang Lanlan’s eyes seemed to light up with the symbols of money—bright and urgent.

Snow had fallen for a day and a night, and stopped in the morning. Starving, Su Wu struggled to rise, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. He forced open the door woven from branches: Good heavens, the snow was so thick it nearly blocked the entrance.

"Long live, long, long live!" Su Wu understood well the hardships of his diplomatic mission to Xiongnu. He tried to rise, but his legs wouldn't obey; he gritted his teeth, staggered, and retreated.

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