Chapter 164: Director Li

Ye Feng’s face brightened as he witnessed the surge of energy erupting from Teng Hu. Teng Hu charged straight at Silver Demon, swiftly turning his hand to firmly grasp Silver Demon in his left palm. “Impossible! How could you possibly keep up with my speed!” panic flickered in Silver Demon’s eyes. “If it weren’t for trying to understand your tactics, you wouldn’t have even harmed a single hair on me!” Teng Hu growled, clenching his right fist and surging forward...

It wasn’t that the talisman had been discarded as worthless, but had she truly harmed Wei Shaoyun? Could someone like Wei Shaoyun be hurt? Could he suffer from the pain of mistrust and interrogation?

Uncle Wei sneered silently—cunning and shrewd, he possessed the patience to wait until the truth was fully revealed. He never acted impulsively, nor did he follow blindly.

She had mentioned the power of “water” countless times, much like how the Saturnians harnessed the power of “gold.” Perhaps we Earthlings truly know too little about the billions of substances existing on this planet. All resources are unknowingly wasted and consumed under seemingly legitimate pretexts.

Liu Tianhao departed from Yingchuan, traveling by day and night without rest, and finally arrived in Luoyang five days later.

Only two days passed, and Cloud City maintained its previous rhythm of operation. No one mentioned Ding Yuan anymore. Gao Shun continued to focus with Zhang Liao on training troops, defending the city, and overseeing agricultural settlements.

After eliminating several sect leaders, the remaining matters became easier. Murong Bai allowed his comrades to enter the Transcendence Device, summoning the disciples of the slain sect leaders in batches, leading them to a remote location where a brutal massacre unfolded. In total, Murong Bai and his group slaughtered nearly three thousand cultivators.

Wang Shuang had yet to respond. Nearby, the staff officers expressed their dissent first. The staff officers were a unique unit of the Bingzhou army, composed of ten graduates from the Black Guard military academy. They received comprehensive training in map drawing, calculations, military strategy, and supply logistics, embodying the qualities expected of staff officers.

This battle concluded most fittingly with a friendly negotiation between the Tycoon and Teng Jia, effectively meaning Teng Jia greatly aided the Divine Spear Society.

Yan Shao barely furrowed his brows, remaining silent. Southwest lowered his head in thought, oblivious to Wu Huan’s provocations blocking his path.

“As long as we succeed, even if it means clashing with the Sun and Moon Sect, it doesn’t matter! Our Xuan Yue Sect has long ceased wandering the world; it’s time to show our fighting spirit!” Zuo Muyang shouted coldly.

The old dwarf pried open the letter with his thick, stubby fingers, speaking as he read. After finishing, he suddenly jumped up, slapping his forehead.

It read: “The late emperor deposed Empress Hu. The honored posthumous title granted was ‘Empress Gongrang Chengshun Kangmu Jingci Zhang.’ She is enshrined with the emperor’s posthumous title, her mausoleum repaired, but not enshrined in the ancestral temple. Princess Yongqing is buried alongside.”

Suddenly, a thunderclap rang out, and a torrential downpour fell without warning. Zhu Qizhen abruptly halted, grabbing the tightly closed-eyed Yang Caiwei and retreating. From afar, several pairs of regretful eyes at the inn watched.

The monks carefully examined whether their master was alive or dead, staring for a long time but seeing no sign of breath. Upon realizing their master had died, they gripped their staffs tightly and slowly closed in on Meng Que.

“Young Master Qin, hello.” Susan Shan greeted respectfully, as if addressing a superior officer.

The twelve primordial spirit pearls of the innate spiritual treasure, A Yuan, glanced faintly at the Shen Dragon spiritual essence, A Chou, who often took advantage and used various nicknames. He had long ceased to care, or rather, deliberately ignored it.

Lan Ziyou formed hand seals, commanding the Great Gourd to change direction. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew sand into Lan Ziyou’s eyes, causing the gourd to lose partial control and jolt slightly.

Ice Eyes stroked his chin. “What a stunning beauty. Honestly, if it weren’t for today, I would have definitely pursued you,” Ice Eyes said sincerely, gazing at Cheng Miaomiao.