125. One Step to Slay an Immortal (Part 4)

It has been proven that after experiencing setbacks, one is no longer as impulsive as before. After all, excitement and passion are fleeting, and he quickly regained his composure.

Therefore, this place is ungoverned, yet no nation dares to invade it, and no faction dares to claim it for their own.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the courtyard gate. As expected, she saw Sima Liuxuan at the stone table where he often sat in a daze.

Lying on the ground was not food, but a severed human arm. Although it was only a short piece, Song Wan'er recognized it at a glance.

The concubines exchanged glances; they knew that all their efforts over the years were no match in the King's heart for the long-deceased Consort Mi. In truth, if they knew the allegory of the "white moonlight" and the "vermilion cinnabar mark," they would understand that the living can sometimes never compete with the dead.

Having said that, Ye Yuan flicked a spell, lifting the restriction on Zhao Lingdong, and a mass of demonic energy surged into the sky.

After the two entered the door, two kunai suddenly flew out from the darkness, striking the ground with a clang right by the guard's feet.

In the side hall, everyone had their own thoughts—some indifferent, some enthusiastic, some alone, and others surrounded by many—but they all shared one thing in common: the caution that never faded from their eyes.

The octogenarian crone performed her shamanic rites with increasing speed, her gaze toward Shen Ning-shuang growing ever more fervent and fanatical.

Sima Youyue knew that he would surely come to see her upon hearing the news, but she had not expected him to be so urgent.

Chu Qingluo dodged instantly, for his gaze was chilling to the bone, much like a vulture fixated on its prey.

"Rong'er... from now on, I will take care of you. I will never let you suffer again!" He kissed her hair, inhaling her scent—the scent of Yun Rong. He wished to hold her like this for the rest of his life, never to let go.

"That's right. Don't forget, my family has a hereditary secret art; this skill of physiognomy is absolutely no joke," Hou Yangbo said with great pride.

"I, of course, support Huang Jingyang. No matter what, Huang Jingyang must win!" Shao Yujia had intended to explain, but in the end, she simply chose to follow blindly.

"Lower your body!" he shouted, lunging forward in a single bound. He vaulted onto the horse, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gripped the reins tightly. With a squeeze of his legs, the spirit horse immediately galloped away in a cloud of dust.

In truth, Ji Jida was sweating profusely. This Young Master Blood seemed clever, yet when it came to quick thinking, he had nearly been the death of him.

The first is "Two springs in one year, two eighth months, two cycles of spring and autumn in the mortal world." This refers to the year of the intercalary eighth month, with the beginning of spring occurring twice—once in the first month and once in the twelfth.

Qian Yixiu also pretended as if nothing had happened, smiling and inviting her to sit in the room for a while before they went to the main courtyard together.

"His affairs are not urgent; we shall discuss them after dealing with the business at Yunlong Mountain," the middle-aged man said impatiently.

Li Bin's trip to the south was highly fruitful. Beyond driving the forces of the Songshan School out of the six southern provinces in one fell swoop, he had also clarified the specific state of the porcelain industry in Mingde, the hometown of ceramics in the Great Qi Empire, laying a solid foundation for future integration and the creation of substantial value through the full utilization of porcelain resources.

Seeing Xiaoxiao's pitiful state, Lu Fei truly could not refuse. He ultimately compromised, allowing Xiaoxiao to slip back into his body.

Having ascertained the strength of the Black Hall Taoist, Li Bin began his move. To finish the battle quickly and minimize unnecessary attrition, he continued to employ hit-and-run assassinations, fully utilizing the unique advantages of his "Spiral Nine Shadows" light-body technique to move through the Flying Cloud Mansion, hunting and killing enemies. He killed every single one he encountered, and wiped out every pair he caught.

I had been lurking in the palace for only a few months when Dong Zhuo burned the capital. I pretended to escape the palace and intentionally encountered Wang Yun. That old lecher tried to make a move on me, but I used the Eye of Soul-Stealing to manipulate his mind, forcing him to take me to Chang'an.

Adam tucked his gun away and turned to leave. Zhou Mo watched as the bathroom door, having been opened, slammed hard against the frame from the force of Adam closing it. A sense of collapse washed over him; he gripped the washbasin with both hands and gasped for air—those who have not stared death in the face can never truly understand this feeling.

For a giant like this, it was truly not an easy passage; there was no help for it, as the water here was not deep enough, and the Suez Canal had far too many ships coming and going.

It seemed unusual; he was ill, so why were so many people coming to see him, all of them pivotal figures in the gang?

In such a public place, killing for revenge in front of so many people with ironclad evidence and witnesses—even if Prince Chu, Qi Xing, wanted to clear his name, it would be impossible.

A deafening sound erupted, and thousands of spear shadows were instantly shattered into pieces, transforming once again into a solitary Coiling Dragon Spear suspended in mid-air.

"Xinyi, even someone as well-versed in the world's martial arts manuals as you cannot discern Young Master Li's style?" Zhuo Junyan asked in wonder.

"Let me interrupt; I need to change the original plan now!" Guan Yi, taking advantage of Aino's self-muttering, reviewed his new plan in his mind. After confirming there were no oversights, he directly cut the other off.

Xu Qian said with a smile, then went to wash up. Liu Mang waited in the room for a few minutes. After the two tidied up and took their valuables, they left the room directly. A moment later, Fatty Sun walked out looking exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes.

Fortunately, Su Yiyao had long since grown accustomed to such gazes. She did not care about the surrounding eyes and busied herself playing with the flags on the table.

After all, no matter what, the Fifth Sister-in-law had shared intimate moments with him. Liu Yong naturally could not forget her. When the time came, if Chen Maocai were to fall, he must ensure the Fifth Sister-in-law was well settled, so she would not suffer regarding her material and living conditions.

Just as Su Yiyao and Pu Yunlang were about to catch up to Li Xuehe, they noticed a few stealthy figures lurking around her, appearing to have ill intentions. Pu Yunlang patted Su Yiyao's hand to signal her to stay calm and remain in place, while he slowly approached Li Xuehe.

Seeing the sky slowly darkening, she struggled to get up, took a bath, put on her assistant uniform, made dinner, and picked up the mop to start cleaning the floor.