Chapter 45

At that very moment, the furious roar of Gu Xuanlong, laden with surging energy, came rolling in waves from behind.

That being said, everyone living in Lingchuan knew that these were actually the achievements of recent years. Ten years ago, Lingchuan was still a destitute backwater where many people struggled just to afford a meal.

Two bandits led the way in front, two brought up the rear, and the remaining two walked in the middle.

This time, Xue Qin did not try to stop Ye Chuan. She had a lingering intuition that her son had his own plans. Even though her inner anxiety was uncontrollable, she still chose not to interfere.

The others had never expected anyone to suddenly rush in and save the day. Shocked to the core, they momentarily suspected it might be some heavyweight figure of immense stature.

Fully armed guards, dressed in black and white attire with a giant character for "Prison" embroidered on their backs, patrolled back and forth.

Just as he was about to step across the water's surface, he suddenly halted. With one foot suspended over the water, he slowly pulled it back, seemingly hesitating.

However, having witnessed the formidable power demonstrated by Senior Zhili, Tang Ming no longer doubted the truth of his words.

Bai Nishang instinctively wanted to step back, but sensing that Ye Junmo meant no harm, she regained her composure and stood calmly in place.

Yun Chao was utterly speechless. Such a thing was impossible to keep confidential in the first place. While it sounded very advanced and sophisticated, it was actually just a thin layer—ahem, a mere window paper that would tear at the slightest touch.

It was not that Mo Qiao'er refused to cooperate; on the contrary, once there, she cooperated wholeheartedly in taking care of the VIP members, but she also grandly introduced the new boss, Ouyang Jianren, to all of them.

"Understood!" These warriors were the elite of the elites personally handpicked by Akano Hanako, all of them fearless and willing to risk their lives.

Yet Michael had maintained a condescending attitude from start to finish, acting as though he was saying to Abruzzi, "I am breaking you out of prison, so you should be grateful and secretly thrilled."

Sweeping his tiger-like gaze around, he saw the worried and anxious expressions on his sons' faces. He could not help but let out a long sigh, completely abandoning his previous thoughts.

There was no evidence to prove that large numbers of people had been active here in recent decades... Had anyone been here? Yes, but truly very few.

"There's a scarf on the back seat." Sitting in the passenger seat on the way to the orphanage, Song Ze spoke to me without even glancing over.

The Empress let out a sharp scream, but the next second, she was pinned in place, unable to move, locked firmly by the Emperor's gloomy and piercing gaze.

"Rest assured, even if I am not here, with Yue Jiu around now, she can at least preserve a spark of hope for the mortal realm and hold the fort until my return. Besides, the mortal realm has enjoyed peace for far too long; absolute power only breeds absolute corruption."

Feng Lin was stunned. Logically speaking, the Xuan Uncle before him should be at the level of a god, yet he never expected that this entity had a master of his own.

To be precise, martial artists relied on martial techniques, whereas ability users were akin to entities like the Rain Spirit Consciousness that Yao Na had rested with previously.

There were very few people allowed in this back area, all of them being close attendants who served the Cult Master on a daily basis. Seeing the fairy maiden enter, they quietly knelt down with utmost stealth, as if afraid of disturbing the rest of the Master of Tongtian.

Zhuo Yang sighed, feeling a bit amused yet helpless upon seeing this. How on earth could the boss come up with such a contraption?

From this moment on, Qi Tianshou's identity was truly recognized by the system as a "Lord" within its endorsed scope.

Intrigued by those straw figures, she walked up to them out of curiosity and slowly picked one up.

"Hehe, the previous generation was indeed your old man, but..." Master Cheng Yaojin left his sentence half-finished, putting on a mysterious air.

In Youlong's impression, humans only knew how to indulge in slaughter and would readily abandon their friends in times of need, which was why he deeply detested them. Yet, to his surprise, encountering humans of this kind left a trace of astonishment in his heart.

Ling Lingqi smiled inwardly. How could she possibly fall in Love with Feng Yuansheng? The two of them belonged to entirely different worlds, and she still had confidence in her emotional self-control.

"Feng, please let me go. When we meet in the future, I hope you will simply treat me as an ordinary friend," Lin Hanxi said with difficulty.

"What the hell," Li Ning took a deep breath. The Tai Chi technique that broke all methods and had never failed him before was actually ineffective this moment. How could Li Ning not be anxious?

Mu Xiimei gave a cold nod without saying much. After taking a few steps, she suddenly turned back, walked back to Xiimei Residence, and picked up the chicken leg that the Ninth Prince had casually discarded earlier. Brushing off the dust, she found the chicken leg remained completely intact thanks to the greaseproof paper wrapping.

Shangguan Wan'er asked herself: did she love Hanye? She had always loved him deeply, dearly, yet he had never truly stepped into her heart to understand her thoughts. She had merely pursued a one-sided devotion, self-righteously believing that they were truly in love with each other.

"Mei'er understands! Everything the Empress Dowager says is for Mei'er's own good! How could Mei'er not know?" Looking up at the Empress Dowager, Mu Xiimei beamed with a smile and said.

The remark snapped the two unserious kids—who had forgotten their primary business in the heat of their argument—back to reality. Moumou and Lansance hurriedly composed their emotions, resumed their "affectionate couple" mode, and nodded with a smile to express their satisfaction.

"Everyone, charge with me! Drive these Turks out!" Yu Yuhing shouted angrily. Wielding a long spear, she thrust forward repeatedly and skewered a Turkic soldier, freezing the swarming enemy troops in momentary terror.

A strange feeling arose in Li Ning's heart. Why did what the monk said match his own thoughts so precisely? He cast his gaze upon Monk Wuhui once more, suddenly feeling that this old monk bore a six- or seven-tenths resemblance to himself.

Jinqing had never imagined, in all her years since coming to the Tang Dynasty, that titles like Grand Academician of the Hall of Preserving Harmony or Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices could ever be associated with her. The highest-ranking official she had ever seen was Magistrate He of Qingshui County, and even Magistrate He was likely a negligible sesame-sized official not worth mentioning in front of these people.