Chapter 47: In Perfect Harmony

“Since we’ve decided to conduct a search, let’s get on with it. When we arrive at someone’s room, how about we open the door ourselves?” Song Meimei suggested.

Now that the King of Great Yuezhi had appointed him as Grand Marshal of the Armed Forces, not only was Yangjumie City in jeopardy, but the entire Great Yuezhi Kingdom was doomed.

There were simply too many contestants for the preliminary round. If everything was to be done on site, the sheer number of people would inevitably lead to chaos. Thus, it was required that entries be prepared in advance and submitted with names during the competition.

At that very moment, Li Mu’s ears twitched ever so slightly; he distinctly heard a very rhythmic sound, exactly like the distress signal Chen Yulou had heard.

So, pretending to cough a few times, the old man had already made his way to Qin An, who had not left.

Zheng She lifted his leg and stomped down on one of the enemy’s necks. A sharp crack rang out as the bone snapped.

Niuniu seemed to have grown accustomed to Ye Xiu’s usual demeanor, showing no sign of fear whatsoever.

“Mm… mm…” Cheng Mengying let out a couple of muffled sounds, but Jin Jun couldn’t make out what she was saying. Although Cheng Mengying felt a sudden change, she neither resisted nor objected, remaining silent as Yan Ming kissed her… What must come, will come, won’t it?

“I want to know how to summon the Bronze Guardians in this city,” Wu Ze stated directly.

After reaching their destination, Tang Feng allowed everyone to move about freely while he toured the area with Shen Mengxi and Chen Jiang. They stopped before a statue—a standing figure of Xiang Yu, majestic in armor and helmet, hand resting on his sword, gaze fixed forward, awe-inspiring and lifelike.

Now, Qianmou’s cultivation had already reached the rank of Immortal Lord. Ever since she began her cultivation, she had never lost to anyone of her own level. Yet back in the Purple Star Domain, Hua Sheng, whose cultivation was lower than hers, had managed to escape. With her pride, how could she allow such a thing to happen?

“What sharp eyes!” Qin Ge immediately felt three pairs of eyes as piercing as blades fixed upon him.

Su Xuan sighed inwardly, a trace of helplessness in his heart. He truly hadn’t expected he would have to endure two years of hardship at Shaolin.

Although Zhu Houzhao often appeared unreliable and lazy, at times he could be remarkably loyal.

Li Li’s prediction was right; trouble was indeed brewing. It was as if he had foreseen it—before leaving the inn, he had casually packed two hundred taels of silver in his bundle.

“May I come in?” Su Xuan asked anxiously, his mind clear of distractions, concerned only for Lin Mengru.

The snowflakes did not settle around Su Xuan but instead shot rapidly outward in all directions.

A piercing cry—the dragon-eagle beast swooped for a surprise attack just as Qin Ge’s strength was spent, only to find Qin Ge had already vanished from sight.

The mention of the “Flying Dragon Armor Guard” made Chen Qing’s heart skip a beat. These were the elite among the Alliance’s heroes, the Ma family’s secret force. Though never officially acknowledged, many were aware of their existence.

Of the Fifteen Arhats, seven were already dead; of the Seven Archangels, three had perished. In this world devoid of mystic power, these mighty gods had all been reduced to mere mortals. Regardless of who they once were, now there was no difference.

Gu Yue’an uncorked the liquor and took a swig, feeling the fiery liquid burn its way from throat to stomach. He wiped the rainwater from his face, then thrust the oar forcefully into the water, pushing the boat away from the shore.

But this was not a foreign-language high school, and the boys in class were not as fanatical in pursuing Jiang Qianyu. They wouldn’t get into a fight with Xu Hui, the class monitor, over her.

High-level adventurers could easily defeat Doraemon in a few blows to complete the task, then use the gold they earned to draw cards here. After getting advanced cards, they’d go outside to fight more monsters. In such a virtuous cycle, it was nearly impossible for their levels not to rise rapidly.

Ordinary gods did not possess such a divine artifact. Taiyu had spent ten thousand years forging it, making it perfectly suited to him.

They decided to imprison William the Werewolf. But keeping the ancestor of the werewolves captive was no easy feat, so they built a special prison just for him.

After listening to Qi Bokun, Du Jinning’s eyes widened with astonishment, her thoughts drifting far away.

She refused to let these people stay here, wary of Du Yunyi. The greed harbored by Du Yunyi and the Zhangs was no less than that of Du Chensheng, Madam Niu, or Du Yunnian. They were simply more cunning and better at concealing their desires, so as not to provoke her displeasure.

It was just past nine in the morning, the very hour when the Du family usually made brined tofu. Lady Xie, to avoid suspicion, would never come at this time—she would only visit in the afternoon.

Du Leng, sweat beading on his forehead, smiled and said, “And you say you’re not good at math? Min Yun, you’re being far too modest!” Math had always been Du Leng’s weak subject.

In truth, the same applies to ghosts. We always believed that ghosts were terrifying creatures, but once you reach our level of cultivation, you come to realize that ghosts are not truly dead; they simply exist in another form, living on as spirit.

Aunt Baiqin briefly introduced the courtyards of Qingyang Hall. Although her words were few, each one was to the point. In just a few steps, she had made clear Consort Lian’s chronic illness and long seclusion, as well as the many hardships suffered by the Fourteenth Prince.