Chapter 80: Destiny and Fortune

In the midst of the scene, Ye Cangming and Ji Ciyuan were already locked in fierce combat, demonic energy and golden light clashing violently above the lotus pond. Waves of force churned the air, shattering ice lotuses, sending water splashing everywhere, and toppling the jade table. The lotus pond, which moments ago was wreathed in celestial mist, had become a scene of utter ruin.

Ling Ce and the Ji family guards longed to lend a hand, but knowing their young master’s proud and aloof disposition—and how much he despised interference in his affairs—they could only stand by, eyes wide with helplessness. To intervene or not to intervene, they were caught in an impossible dilemma.

Turning over, he listened as a fit of suppressed coughing echoed from the cripple's room, and his once buoyant mood slowly dulled.

After some thought, he parted his lips slightly. “I’m just curious…” All the while, he greedily drank in the aura emanating from him.

Yan You seemed startled, scrambling upright. He stared at the ring for a long while before finally confirming he hadn’t been mistaken.

Of the Six Gates of Reincarnation, the one representing the Realm of Beasts suddenly swung open. From within, two ox-headed and two horse-faced wardens charged forth, dragging with them heavy shackles of the great law and divine chains of order, surging toward the silent, towering young man.

Princess Lucy’s large eyes blinked as she watched Hua Jitian. She asked whether he had won or lost. Hua Jitian replied that he had won, and Princess Lucy just nodded, looking quite pleased. She was not of the cultivation world and didn’t really understand the divisions of strength, so she had no idea what Hua Jitian’s victory truly signified.

I sighed softly, silently chanting Amitabha for her. In the end, she could not escape this curse.

Thus, Du Heng and the brothers he brought with him settled in the courtyard and took over its defense—even the surveillance cameras were now under his control. The courtyard was, for all intents and purposes, completely out of the Liu family’s hands.

I wanted to snatch it back, but Han Zhenghuan stopped me. He shook his head, motioning for me to support Qi Lin and follow the road out.

A single potted plant, priced higher than a worker’s monthly wage, yet clients still scrambled madly for them—truly terrifying.

Naturally, the people of Xiyun County were unwilling to tolerate such arrogance. They were deeply resentful, but could only fume helplessly, for ordinary folk lacked the power over life and death.

Still, whatever the reason, Qi Yu’s rescue in that perilous moment was an undeniable fact, and Ling Yu remained grateful. After Qi Yu left, Ling Yu also found a secluded spot to meditate and tend his injuries. Two quarters of an hour later, he finally rose and set out toward the Divine Martial Academy.

The final remark showcased Guo Jia’s extraordinary talent. No matter how prosperous and affluent Shu was, it remained a remote region far from the heart of the Han Empire, lacking the support of the people as seen in Luoyang or Chang’an. This made it difficult for Liu Bian to fully capitalize on his advantage as the legitimate Han successor.

“General Cao, our primary concern now is ensuring the army can withdraw from the city in good order. You have led your troops in holding off the Yizhou forces for eight months, preventing them from creating turmoil in Jingzhou. This alone is a remarkable feat,” Zhao Yan said, offering reassurance.

Xu Qing shook hands with Brown as well, exchanging pleasantries. Most event hosts would say things like “We’re so glad you could attend…”—Xu Qing had grown quite weary of such formalities.

The mighty Yuan dynasty court gave Saifuddin great confidence. Yuan troops were stationed to the south, west, and north of Quanzhou. He was more than willing to trust in the might of the Yuan.

Just then, Xiao Long and his companions, who had just dismantled the defensive weaponry before them, spotted the approaching Heavenly God Squad battle armor flying through the air.

“Third brother, are you all right?!” Upon seeing the third green wolf’s forepaw broken, the other two let out furious roars and leapt to his side. The third wolf’s consciousness was already fading, the searing pain nearly driving him into unconsciousness.

Mu Bai had barely set foot atop the golden obelisk when Uriel broke free from his embrace. Brandishing a flaming longsword and unfurling three pairs of pristine angelic wings, Uriel surged forth with overwhelming momentum toward the culprit who had toppled the golden spire.

Su Mengdie shot Yan Xing a glare, then slung the Asura Blade over her shoulder and swept off the stage, while Yan Xing, resigned, cleaned up her mess—lifting the unconscious Daoist nun from the platform and delivering her to a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect waiting below.