Chapter 66 Misunderstood

It is true that Taiqing is a subordinate branch of Taixu, but many members of the Duanmu family also reside in the Taixu Courtyard. If a real conflict were to break out, the Taixu Gate would simply remain neutral and help neither side.

"Haha, please forgive me for keeping it to myself. Although the various worlds are currently united against a common external threat, I cannot guarantee that the Dark Sovereigns and the others won't develop a covetous desire for my Wings of Steel. Therefore, I can only remain in hiding. Please understand," Chen Feng said with a somewhat wry smile.

Wen Tian could roughly guess what was on his father's mind, so he made this suggestion to Zhen Zhu. After all, they were friends, and there would be plenty of opportunities to get along in the future.

The others actually managed to endure it because the few dishes cooked by Guo Dahao were indeed quite good. Sometimes, finding a good chef is even more difficult than finding a good wife. It wasn't until Guo Dahao hurled a freshly cooked plate of sweet and sour fish right into a customer's face that the others finally reached their breaking point.

"Mu Beichen, did you see my message?" Wen Xin's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Yet now, the reality of the situation filled him with utter despair; he could not comprehend why things had turned out this way. Of course, he also had to admit that his prestige fell short of Sun Chengzong's. If he were to compete fairly with Sun Chengzong for the position of Senior Grand Secretary, he would not stand a chance.

Today is the fourteenth of August, and tomorrow is the fifteenth, the Mid-Autumn Festival. Consequently, the Longfu Supermarket is exceptionally crowded right now as people rush to purchase festive gifts.

However, if he agreed to dispatch troops, Li Jingbai's fate would very likely befall him as well. As for Duke Wei, Xu Hongji, he had no need to fear. Even if he suffered a defeat, Emperor Chongzhen would not do anything severe to the Duke of Wei; at most, his salary would be docked. After all, he was the descendant of a founding contributor to the dynasty.

Du Qianjie's body flickered as he recalled his other two avatars, then slowly began to savor the benefits brought by this star selection. Although he had established a strange connection with all the stars in this stellar region and could draw upon a fraction of their power, given his current strength, he could only utilize about ten percent of the power from those other stars.

Wu Wei had visited this grand hall before; it appeared to be a remnant of the former royal city. By now, a major portion of it had collapsed, and no useful items were found inside, yet the fragments of the Mirror of Truth had led him here once more.

By the time Shen Mo finished off his tenth burger, a circle of people had gathered around him, staring fixedly from a distance, with some even taking pictures with their cameras.

This could only mean that the internal attendant possessed terrifying strength, making even him, a Silver Aristocrat, feel entirely ill at ease.

Ji Kao was well aware of Lord Guan's temperament and thus deduced that he intended to go execute Ma Zhao and present his head as an offering. Across the vast expanse of China, there were likely very few people capable of such seemingly absurd behavior—flying thousands of miles to decapitate someone simply because a disagreement arose.

Old Wangtou and Yang Bin hurriedly stepped forward to block him, shouting, "No! You can't get out of bed yet!" But out of fear, they didn't dare to physically stop him, so they could only plead anxiously.

"Junk... junk?" Veins bulged on Potian's forehead. Now it was his turn to struggle to keep himself from going berserk.

Therefore, Ji Kao concluded that his father, Ji Chang, was truly dead this time. Furthermore, since the Xiqi faction had sounded the Royal Bell, it meant that from then on, his father Ji Chang would never appear before the world again.

Without further delay, Wu Wei strode directly into the light gate. With a blur before his eyes, he found himself back in the suburban area where he had first entered the gate. Checking his status, Wu Wei discovered that his 30% health regeneration had indeed returned, and the bread he had consumed to boost health regeneration was also beginning to take effect.

Wu Wei sneaked into the interior of the city, his target being the central control crystal. Up until now, he had not yet seen with his own eyes what these so-called central control crystals actually were.

As it happened, right at that moment, a thought stirred in Yang Yi's mind as Number Two sent a reply, stating that he had already brought the moving company to the entrance of Yang Yi's home and was inquiring when they could move inside.

And if he had known his maternal grandfather's frequent saying: "I have galloped across battlefields, only to finally fall at the hands of my wife."

Meanwhile, Lin Yue, trapped in the midst of the battle, felt increasingly stifled. Even his basic sword forms were beginning to lose their shape. The overwhelming resentment he harbored toward Sun Mei'ling not only found no outlet, but he was now forced to hold back and act with extreme caution because he could not expose his true strength.

"Sick Ghost, what do you mean by staying silent? Oh, I didn't notice just now, how is it that the mighty grand commander has ended up in such a sorry state?" Sand Scorpion sneered, glancing sideways at the Sick Ghost's empty right sleeve with a nonchalant air, speaking in a sarcastic tone.

"This brute..." The Six Saints of Mount Mei wore complex expressions. For some reason, a trace of admiration welled up within them—the respect a warrior accords to another warrior, even if that person was an enemy.

Now those forbidden zones have awakened once more, and they are even more terrifying than before. Ancient entities have revived; the forbidden zones remain the same, but their masters have changed. Or rather, the original masters of the forbidden zones have awakened.

Those were several emperors of the end times, walking across the shattered and desolate earth, chasing the direction where the setting sun departed.

Xu Bin was startled, freezing his striking left hand mid-motion, whereupon Mo Chen instantly halted his counterattack.

Ji Wei smiled and said, "Indeed. The world only knows that there are seven disciples under the Yushan sect, yet they are unaware of an insignificant eighth person like myself. According to the seniority of the Mysterious Gate, I should address Grandmaster Mo as Senior Brother, and you should address me as Uncle Master." Lin Yue was too shocked at that moment to utter a word, never expecting that Yushan had laid out plans here as well.

"My dear nephew, having such ambitions is truly rare. Why don't you come over to your uncle's place? Uncle will arrange a position for you to work," the middle-aged man said with a smile, resembling a fox revealing its tail as it tempted a minor.

In truth, Shukaku was no different from any desert animal; most of the time, it hid away, sleeping soundly.

To take a step back, Dongping was the transportation hub for the Shandong section of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Highway. The Dongping route controlled the entire Shandong Peninsula, and within its territory lay Dongping Lake, the second-largest freshwater lake in Shandong Province. It was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it also contained the lingering waters of the legendary eight-hundred-li Liangshan Marsh.

Yet, even with just a fleeting glance, her flower-like smile still sent ripples through his heart, instantly banishing his displeasure.

"According to the military report sent back yesterday, Jin Datong's detachment of Korean troops is currently attacking Haizhou," Luoshi Rong replied.

Manta explained, "For countless ages, these six giants have actually been competing against each other to seize resources, talent, and territory. It's just that due to their overwhelming power, their conflicts often bring immense catastrophes to the universe."

Without a word of surplus, he raised his giant blade high and slashed down abruptly. A blade beam flashed a hundred feet out, radiating a bone-chilling cold that froze the air along its trajectory into an ice mirror, descending with a peerless slash.

"Understood, General!" Wang Xiaozhong felt like crying without tears. He had trembled all the way across on a hazardous tall ship from Japan to Korea, then taken a sea vessel to Shandong, and finally rushed on horseback without a moment's rest to Liu Fuheng's camp. Poor fellow, he hadn't even had a sip of water yet before he had to set off to return to Japan once more.