Chapter 149: The Strategy

Clearly, the person was still the same as before, yet something seemed to have quietly shifted.

In the past, his master would only wear tattered robes, making himself look like an old beggar.

Yet now, the middle-aged man before him wore an ill-fitting suit, his hair combed meticulously, and even the logo on his glasses was an expensive designer brand. His master from the past would certainly never have been like this.

Had he changed, or was there...

Meanwhile, the stone dragon carved behind him also returned to its original state, and the entire palace instantly fell into an eerie silence.

Tu Ruan watched the golden light above grow increasingly brilliant, his expression turning more and more unsightly. He could already roughly guess what these deities intended to do.

Yun Qingying thought maliciously that he truly was an ugly man, since even a fool was being rushed so impatiently to be married back. What of the Prince Regent? What of power?

Fu Liuchen was still immersed in the tender warmth of Gu Qianqian's proactive kiss. When he looked at her, his eyes were shining brightly.

Han Lai narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms, and cast an unfriendly, sideways glare at Steward Jin, looking precisely like someone who had just finished quarrelling and even beaten someone up.

"Master, just a tiny bit, don't waste it." Xue'er hugged Chu Yue's left hand, her pink tongue extending to lick Chu Yue's fingers as if she wanted to lick away every last drop of blood stained upon them.

She had no idea what the Prince was thinking; why did he suddenly decide to leave just like that?

Yet what Su Wanxin did not know was that it was precisely because she was blinded by hatred this time that she brought upon herself the lightless darkness of the future.

Qu Ruan spoke this sentence with the utmost sincerity. Having now passed the trial of the True Pass, looking back at her previous actions, Qu Ruan understood everything clearly. She knew that acting that way was not quite right, but since she was the one who had done it all, there was nothing to deny. She could only choose to apologize.

Nan Changqing remained silent, a faint smile curving the corner of his lips. His slender finger pointed lightly at Qianyin, and a stream of flowing light shot straight into the center of Qianyin's brows.

As they were chatting and talking, the limping man abruptly appeared at the entrance of the makeshift thatched shed by the main gate.

Thinking of this and looking over once more, sure enough, that familiar silhouette was missing among the clusters of lanterns. Only an elderly man was calling out to pedestrians to sell his lanterns.

After bidding farewell to his mother Hua Mei and his teacher Duanmu Minghuo, Long Ming led his troops toward Bincheng. This time, her junior sister Huohua was also coming along, supposedly as a training exercise arranged by Duanmu Minghuo.

"Not for too long. Your people are still in my hands!" Zhang Jiaming muttered to himself as he watched the helicopter fly away.

Hu Shuntang pulled back his body and immediately thrust both fists toward the Judge's chest, but this was merely a feint to lure the opponent into continuing to grab his fists. In reality, his force was placed in his legs, because to completely shake off the Judge's hands, he had to maintain a certain distance from him.

Just as Zhongli Chen reached the stairs and saw Su Jin sitting in a wheelchair wearing a veil, he was certain this person was Su Jin. When he saw Su Jin wearing the veil, his heart suddenly plummeted as if dropping into an ice cellar, a flash of deep pity crossing his eyes.

Amidst a rumbling sound, a massive stone slab suddenly extended from overhead, blocking out the light from outside and plunging the underground into absolute darkness.

Fang Wei could see Yu Feng shifting his body forward. With a flick of his wrist, a long spear materialized in his hand, which he thrust out sideways, pointing directly at Bai Ya on the ground beside him. "Try moving forward again and see what happens," he said in a deep voice.

Jizi spread his hands and said somewhat helplessly, "What should we do if the Marquis of Xibo really sends over an idiotic second young master?" Beside him, Shang Rong also frowned, deep in thought over a countermeasure.

In the pitch-black night, a dark figure quietly slipped past the chimney and silently stalked up behind Wang Gudao. By the time Wang Gudao noticed, the person's hand was already resting on his shoulder. Wang Gudao spun around and drew his bone knife, aiming straight at the shadow's chin, only to discover it was Zang Qingyi.

After all, once the training expedition accompanying Lei Xiuxun to the Asura Abyss concluded, Jun Mo would enter the Heaven-Controlling Academy and travel across the major immortal realms. With the help of Aotian and the others, things would naturally be much more convenient.

"Can I learn it too?" Although it was Lin Yiyi's first time learning about ancient martial arts, it was precisely because of their secluded and hidden nature that she knew everything related to them was of the utmost secrecy to Jiang Hen. That Jiang Hen would share such a secret with her filled her heart with great joy.

With a crisp snap, the teacup tightly gripped in Tang Feng's hand was crushed into fine powder. Various emotions—joy, panic, anxiety, worry, and anticipation—alternated across Tang Feng's face, while his heart churned with towering waves, utterly shocked by Guigu's crazy idea.

With a deafening crash, the ink-black firmament vanished, and heaven and earth returned to clarity. The Heavenly Demon Tribulation had thus passed.

When getting off the plane, Leng Xufeng pulled his boarding passes out of his bag, and that massive stack of tickets blinded Xiaobai: "Why did you buy so many? And all of them are first class?"

"If you don't want to eat, forget it!" Leng Xuyang abruptly hung up the phone with utter impatience, which clearly was not his style.

Meanwhile, the discussions among the cultivators beneath the arena regarding Ah Shou grew increasingly intense. After all, nearly everyone among the thousands of subsequent cultivators had witnessed Ah Shou's ferocious combat record. Through the spread of those thousands of people, within the span of a tea's time, almost all cultivators in the martial arena raised their opinion of Ah Shou by several notches.

Her figure flickered rapidly, and the entire room was filled with You Ji's blurred, faint silhouette, leaving streaks of black traces hanging in the air.

After returning home, Xiaobai anxiously rushed to unpack her delivery. Inside was indeed the yarn she wanted, and she eagerly took the yarn ball in her hands to begin knitting a scarf.

Such an urge was so intense that a thick murderous intent welled up from the depths of her heart. A rich red light emerged throughout her body, rapidly converging toward the black-and-white sphere, instantly shrouding it in a thick layer of crimson light.