Chapter 147: The Grand Conspiracy

"Is everything ready?"
Sister Bing turned around and walked toward a floor-to-ceiling window, three young people standing behind her.
White Dove answered respectfully.
"Everything is ready. The moment you and the boss give the order, we can set off at any time."
Nightingale, for once, did not pick a fight with White Dove. This time, he also nodded seriously, his attitude extremely respectful.
"Yes, Sister Bing. Everyone we previously rescued from the prison is very—"
Growing up, she had never received such a command, but at this moment, perhaps too shocked by Zuiyue, she obediently moved a few steps to the side.
Gu Du had only twenty soul soldiers because his child-attendant was Jin Lan, and since Jin Lan did not participate in the cage fights, he was only given what the other soul-tamer commanders had left over.
In fact, the bottleneck of a third-rate military general was even harder than Shang Xiang imagined. A whole month had passed with nothing accomplished, and despite focusing entirely on cultivation, he still failed to make a breakthrough. Inevitably, anxiety grew in Shang Xiang's heart, prompting him to grit his teeth and adopt the method of "closed-door seclusion" for his cultivation.
Luo Yi's neck was being gripped by Tang Xue, leaving half of her body suspended in mid-air. Because her feet could not reach the ground, only her toes grazed the floor.
With that, Qian Zike forced a strained smile, picked up her chopsticks, and tasted a dish, though she could barely taste any flavor.
At noon, he had mustered all his courage to make that phone call. The moment he dialed, he closed his eyes slightly, wanting to listen intently and feel whether that voice was... whether it still held the gentleness of the past.
During the battle of Linghe County, had Chu Qin firmly held her ground without going out, she would not have given the spies a chance to slip into the city. If Gu Du wanted to capture the city, he would inevitably have incurred casualties among the Ze army several times greater than the Ling forces. Even if Chu Qin could not hold it, she could have scorched the earth and retreated at leisure, launching a counterattack only after Gu Du occupied the city.

Chen Nuo came down from upstairs, but the ground floor remained in absolute silence. Even Cheng Yue, with her temper, did not utter a single extra word at this moment.
One must know that these items had all cost Shang Xiang real money; handing over Sun Zhong was merely a prerequisite for trade. Gritting his teeth and suppressing his nausea, Zhang Jiao sold the supplies Shang Xiang required.
Having watched for quite a while now, and finding her more pleasing to the eye the more he looked, he could not resist leaving the couch, walking up behind Tang Ning, and wrapping his arms around her.
"So that's how it is. Elder, what is a Treasonous Treasure? And how did you become one?" Mu Xifeng asked, a trace of curiosity about Treasonous Treasures lingering in his heart. After all, having never visited the realm of the gods, Mu Xifeng had no idea what a Treasonous Treasure actually was.
Therefore, since they had now secured the ultimate trump card—the city's greatest defense—they had to pledge absolute loyalty to the city.
A sense of melancholy washed over Jiang Dongyang. The person before him had truly changed a great deal; the cold aura in her eyes was gone, replaced unintentionally by a playful and gentle warmth.
"It's a pity for someone with such great business acumen to sit in a desk job. Over at our place, she'd definitely be a top performer in the future," President Liang remarked with deep regret.
Shaking his head to cast aside all distracting thoughts, Zhan Xingye unleashed his ultimate technique—the Five Elements Illusion. In an instant, the entire third-level space transformed into an illusory realm. These illusions were so intensely realistic that it was impossible to distinguish truth from falsehood.
Not only that, but the entire arena was now filled with a thick, rolling white mist, making Liu Huo's figure completely imperceptible.
Liu Huo did not wait a full day; merely half a day later, Zuo Panyu and Yang Fan came to report that not a single one of the twenty-odd awakened ones had left.
At this point, Li Nan was left with barely any clothes; what wasn't shredded had been torn apart to bandage his wounds. Consequently, Li Nan's attire was extremely scanty, far less covered than when he was in the underground morgue.
Xue Yun seemed to have touched upon the true essence of all creation. Over these short few days, he had first dreamed of the universe's evolutionary process, and now witnessed the very origin of the myriad things of Yin and Yang. These were the greatest existences in the entire universe.
Seeing this, Mu Xifeng's eyes betrayed no excitement, for all of this had long been within his calculations, proceeding without the slightest error. Waving his hand, he tossed the antidote he had prepared in advance to Wuxiang, then turned and walked back to the Demon Emperor's Palace, leaving behind a single sentence.

"A tattoo of three bullets, as mysterious as those of special forces. Yet very few people have ever laid eyes on an organization with such markings. One can only deduce that those mercenaries must have encountered them on some occasion, or perhaps even crossed paths with them, which explains why they are so wary," Duo said, appearing to reminisce.
"The Iron Demon Legion?" Someone was the first to voice confusion, as the term was hardly famous in the Immortal Spirit Continent and entirely unheard of.
Any one who encountered this supreme faction, which dominated Central Province and eyed the realm like a tiger eyeing its prey, would find them deeply troublesome.
The people gathered together caught sight of Du Weiwei, and their expressions shifted abruptly. They instantly scattered back to their workstations, casting worried glances at her from time to time. Du Weiwei grew even more puzzled. She did not ask, but she thoroughly disliked the way they looked at her.
Third Pope Jian sighed, "If the members of my Holy See left behind in the East have shown any disrespect to Mr. Jiang, I apologize to him on their behalf. However, our Holy See does not participate in power struggles, and I humbly request Mr. Jiang to let me return."
Jiang Feng sighed. As expected, it was of little use. Perhaps only lightning superpower developed to the second or third stage could provide him with any assistance.
Cheng Feng originally intended to comfort him—after all, one must offer a sweet after a slap—but the moment he opened his mouth, another lecture poured out.
Immediately afterward, a wave of biting cold penetrated deep into Ke Qingshen's right palm. Daring not to be careless, he sat down right where he was and channeled his internal energy to force out the chill. Seeing the look of agony on Ke Qingshen's face and realizing he had been invaded by Nangong Po's Demonic Arts, Monk Tianlong strode over, placed his palm against Ke Qingshen's shoulder, and used his true qi to assist him in repelling the cold.
"Birdman?" The four-winged angel flew into a towering rage. He was a god, a member of the noble angelic divine race, yet he was being insulted by a mere mortal ant from the lower realm. This was unforgivable. He would kill Jiang Huairen and make him suffer the most agonizing death—no, make even wishing for death a luxury for him.
Cheng Feng, however, listened with rapt attention. He had never known that his mother and father's romance back then had been so earth-shattering. He had long heard that his father was notoriously bold and rebellious, whereas he himself would never dare to challenge his grandfather's authority, not even if it killed him.