Chapter 103: An Old Acquaintance

Shen Qian never expected Qian Zheng to dare resist him. Furious, he shouted wildly, urging his subordinate officers to seize Qian Zheng and Su Qi. Yet Qian Zheng stood firm, shouting that only an imperial edict could relieve him of his acting duties. Since both parties had some justification, the officers were at a loss and remained motionless.

At that moment, Su Qi spoke: ...

Returning to Wei Tian City, Ye Shan’er finally emerged from seclusion. She was now in the false nascent stage, just one step away from the true Nascent Soul, though that final step required a catalyst.

“The Nine Peaks Floating Dust is an immortal artifact. Throughout the journey, it has been immensely helpful. I’ve heard that such artifacts possess spirits—could it be that the artifact is warning me that there’s something wrong with the jade slip?” Zhou Lei said after examining the Nine Peaks Floating Dust.

Fan Lang pointed his sword at Chen Feiyang, and surrounding them were over a thousand dragon-head traps also aimed at Chen Feiyang.

Fan Lang retreated alone into his tent, which was quite sophisticated, containing a hidden chamber with isolation effects.

Mo Yu gazed at the scattered divine stones, his heart torn. His physical body had already reached the level of those in the Divine Ability Realm, and his magical power equaled that of ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine spirit warhorses.

They had long prepared a plan and quickly, following Yi Tianyun’s instructions, released star energy to envelop the area.

“You may do as you please, but you cannot maintain the illusion. I will reveal the truth to Gu Ting directly,” Jiang Chen said.

“How... how can you say such things in front of Qiu Ju? I... I won’t mess around with you anymore!” She blushed deeply, wishing she could hide in a hole.

Huo Qifo scratched his head helplessly. The group competition’s mission was to slay the monsters in the Ten-Thousand Phenomena Demon Sealing Hall. How were they supposed to do that underwater?

Although the Great Departure Jade Seal activated could not instantly kill Mo Yu, he would be utterly powerless to resist.

She smiled in return. “It’s no trouble. You two carry on; I’ll leave first.” After nodding to Xue Mingli, she turned and headed outside.

“Second Young Master, Assistant Luo,” Yao Qianyu gracefully looped her fair arm through Fu Jingchao’s and lifted the hem of her gown as she ascended the steps, proactively greeting them.

Knowing that Director Olden had been drawn out by the hall’s commotion, the welcome ceremony was finally over, and Ron resumed his duties.

Qiao Mu turned to look at Su Xuan struggling in the corner, trying to stand. Unfortunately, her injuries were too severe; after several attempts, she neither managed to stand nor even sit upright.

Fu Jingzhe’s legs went weak with fright, and he collapsed against the wall. Seeing Chu Nantang arrive was like a drowning man grasping his last lifeline.

Brother Ying endured at first, not resisting. Yet the Eighth Prince saw him as weak and easy to bully, constantly calling him a bastard—before and after. Qi Chen heard but pretended not to.

“This Tianyi City is one of the few ancient battlefields preserved intact. Every time, the great sects vie for control over these large cities, sometimes even resorting to open warfare,” Li Ji said, gazing at the city like a dormant giant beast, his tone full of admiration for the sects.

Before he finished speaking, a faint buzzing sounded suddenly. Two arrows sliced through the valley's wind tunnel, aimed at the Western Envoy. He had no time to shout, tumbling off his horse and crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a thin cloud of dust.

“Alright, you take Qin Yan back. It’s been tough for you these past days,” Su Ke said, unwilling to make things harder.

“Comrade Su, shall we save Fang Zhiheng?” Li Tianzhen, who depended on the Fang family for his livelihood, didn’t want to lose his source of income.

The holes blasted out were quickly sealed by intertwining tree roots. After a click of his tongue, Huang Mu shouted loudly.

“He Daqing, stop right now!” Chen Tian ignored them and strode into the He family estate, glaring at He Daqing and shouting sternly.