Chapter 70: Xie Yuming Felt Uneasy

Brightzhao Ward, Prime Minister's Residence, Hibiscus Courtyard.

Hongxiu walked in from outside, carrying a tray in her hands, the top of which was covered with a red silk cloth.

She lifted the curtain and stepped inside, bypassing the screen to see Shicui attending to Xie Yuming, who had just woken up from her afternoon nap, as she retwisted her hair.

Shicui was a maid newly transferred to Hibiscus Courtyard from Xu Yourong's quarters. Like Hongxiu, she was a senior first-class maid, and she possessed exceptional skill in hairdressing...

"The Covenant of the Seven Alliances? What on earth is that? Could it be a pact of the ancient divine race?" From the white-bearded old man's fragmented words, Baonu learned that their destination and purpose was the Covenant of the Seven Alliances. As for what the Covenant of the Seven Alliances actually was, Baonu knew absolutely nothing.

Originally, Meng Yuhang thought that simply admitting his mistake would suffice. After all, from his perspective, he could be considered an innocent party, and his apology now was merely a formality—a polite gesture, nothing more.

Wang Cong cast a surprised glance at Ling Zhoutan. He still had some understanding of this boy; leaving aside his academic performance, his physical constitution was far too weak. Yet, the fact that he was able to step forward this time left Wang Cong quite gratified—it was certainly better than doing nothing at all.

A towering, withered tree radiating a faint blue light trembled violently, causing a panic among the surrounding creatures, who nervously gazed at the withered tree that usually appeared completely lifeless.

Murong Xueping's tone lacked conviction, and as she spoke, she closely watched the expression on Lin Fan's face.

The sand knight, who immediately threw himself back into work, glanced toward a certain corner where a few dark shadows darted out, communicating with it in the demonic tongue.

At that very moment, the glazed structures behind the city lord shattered with a crash. A barrage of crossbow bolts, flying darts, and even weapons gleaming with dazzling light came hurtling through the air.

They were safe here, yet they had lost their freedom, having stepped squarely into a trap that had been prepared for them long in advance.

Many things hang merely on a single thought. He had long harbored the notion that he could gain entry into the Believers' Guild, but he also knew that such a feat was far from simple. Had it been within his power to enter the guild, none of the preceding events would have transpired.

A normal person's Qi-origin bone should be elevated at the four sides and depressed in the center, allowing all vital energy to converge at the core to preserve the stability of spirit and form.

Xu Ran rubbed his brow. Judging by Liang Da's attire earlier, he had already guessed that her family background was no less impressive than Zhao Yiyi's, yet he had not expected that this amusement park was partly owned by her family as well.

The people here evidently harbored an intense aversion toward Yuji's father and Yuji himself, going so far as to attempt to drive them out of the village.

It was not as though mastering the art of levitation presented an insurmountable difficulty; no matter how arduous it might be, it could not possibly surpass the art of nurturing spirits.

Several great fiends marched beneath the tiger-head sculpture and formed a single line, gazing with fanatical devotion at Jiang Nan upon the sculpture's back, as if awaiting the commands of their sovereign.

Zhao Yiyi voiced the anxieties that had been weighing on her mind, but upon learning that Xu Ran had already taken matters in hand, she felt a wave of relief. Even so, she remained deeply curious about how Xu Ran and Liu Shani had come to know one another.

Ordinary mortals might let memories fade into oblivion, but Sun Kai would not. Even now, more than twenty years later, he could still vividly recall those fresh-faced youths and their innocent smiles, each of them laughing as they urged Sun Kai to show those arrogant Europeans what a true genius looked like.

After receiving classified intelligence from the Sheep-Gut Slope, Han Long grew increasingly vigilant along the journey until he finally reached Huguan, where his mind settled slightly. Just as he entered the valley, he spotted a secret signal left in the dense forest, and under the pretext of answering nature's call, he slipped into the woods.

Shu Yiming offered no reply. Snatching up a fruit knife, he let out a chilling laugh as he strode toward Shu Zucheng, seized him by the collar, and dragged him up the stairs.

The two ghosts thought of the Tang Monk's inquiry about leaving the netherworld, and as their eyes met, both were struck by an incredible realization.

This was a middle-aged man of roughly forty or fifty years of age, with an unkempt beard and a remarkably sturdy physique. His forearms were nearly as thick as an ordinary person's thighs, and in his hands, he wielded a pair of mountain-opening axes.