Chapter 190: The Uncle Comes to Make Trouble! Where Does This Sense of Superiority Come From?

Luo Xin’s words from Beichen Academy served as a timely reminder to her. While advancing her realm, she had never neglected to improve her alchemy skills.

The next moment, Chenxi had already rushed to her opponent's front, leaping high into the air and bringing a fierce jumping slash down upon his shoulder.

"Indeed, three martial artists of the Mighty Realm passed by, and they were hunting down a demon," Leng Tian replied calmly to Max’s inquiry.

"It seems the outcome of this commander's contest for supremacy has been decided," Mei Liao said indifferently. As a Sovereign, he naturally understood everything already. Duhan smiled faintly and said nothing further, while the other commander also maintained his silence.

"Old man! What will it take for you to let them go?" Lieyan pointed to Shi Qi and the others who were suspended upside down in mid-air.

Having been rescued from the imperial palace and fleeing for his life, Liu Xie could hardly believe his eyes. Perhaps to someone who had witnessed the tragic state of Luoyang, this was nothing much, but that was after all a story from over a decade ago.

Watching the receding figure of the Unique Youth of the Nine Heavens, a smile still lingered on Huang Tian's face. As for the Unique Youth of the Nine Heavens, he wore a look of utter indignation. "To think that I, this young master, have always outwitted others, only to be outmaneuvered by Huang Tian here today. I will definitely have my revenge!" he muttered curses all the way as he walked toward the alchemy room.

"Puff..." With a sound like slicing through tofu, three blade radiances cleaved through Dong Qiang's body without meeting the slightest resistance, instantly splitting into six distinct blade beams.

"The Four Great Families?" Poison Cloud's expression shifted slightly. That was a place looked up to by Martial Masters—an absolute holy land.

However, such beautiful scenery was fatal to ordinary martial artists. Such mosquitoes could even use their suction pads to pierce through congenital Qi shields. Zhang Tao frowned slightly; such a massive swarm of mosquitoes was truly rare. What on earth was going on?

Tang Bao, who had previously worn a look of utter grievance, sprang up from the sofa at these words and slapped himself hard across the face.

Taking a deep breath, Cao Cao's mind became crystal clear, devoid of any superfluous distracting thoughts. Regardless of whether the consequence was loss or gain, he cared not a whit. He was simply concentrating on doing one single thing, and when this matter reached its conclusion, he would see what the outcome was then.

Simultaneously, the peak Heaven-realm subterranean creatures lingering in the surrounding area showed no intention of yielding and launched their attacks one after another.

The workers kept loading the bricks, enduring their fatigue because they had to push through and finish loading this cart. Having piled the bricks past the bed of the wagon, they were all drenched in sweat, breathing heavily.

Cai Mao was filled with gloomy resentment. He had previously assumed that mere bandits would surely flee upon seeing the imperial army, and certainly wouldn't fight to the death. Consequently, he had not concealed his movements, resulting in him being suppressed, which left him with a very poor expression. Suddenly feeling the pressure of the attack from above lessen, he immediately ordered a counterattack.

The chief constable searched all night without finding a trace. By the first quarter of the巳 (si) hour the following day, someone discovered that a gate-sized section of the wooden fence on the west side of the village had been sawed open, alongside horse hoof prints.

"The General's might shakes all directions, your military formations are orderly, and your soldiers and generals are elite. Today, the General already holds one-third of the world under your sway; even Cao Cao cannot block the path of the General's grand enterprise!" Ma Dai bowed deeply, heaping flattery upon him.

Looking at the massive estate concealed within the mountain forest before them, it was truly difficult for anyone on the outside to imagine that a martial arts family was hidden right here.

The courtyard was empty; the family was not at home. The steward entered the courtyard, knocked on the door, and returned the items to their rightful owners.

He sat down right where he was, sending a strand of divine sense into the Taiwei Grotto-heaven to briefly organize and tidy it up. He properly stored away all the essential items and then tossed the sphere of light in his hand directly into the grotto-heaven.

"My family originally had a dog, but it was beaten to death by these beasts," Yang Da said, feeling a deep ache in his heart whenever he thought of his deceased Yellow.

Guo Xun lowered her gaze, a flash of ruthless determination crossing her eyes when the Dean was not paying attention. She only hoped Ji Qingying had understood her final hint.

Amidst the boundless night, without letting Xia Shiyun and the others tag along, Mu Liangqi stood at the gates of Fengdu City supporting the heavily wounded Zuo Yu.

"What a joke! Back when the two of us siblings were destitute, you lot never showed any consideration for our school ties."

"You are that useless fellow from the Dragon Country?" Black Hawk looked Lin Yin up and down in disbelief, still unable to quite comprehend the situation or how someone had suddenly slaughtered their way to his doorstep.

Wan Yu felt a whirl of complex emotions, casting a white-eyed glare at Yang Yun beside her while harboring an even deeper resentment toward Lu Yao.

Lingmei had once been a predestined supreme deity, instilled with the mindset of being devoid of emotion and love, free from desires and enmity—enforcing punishments strictly according to the nature of the transgression without a shred of mercy.

"Is there any news from Jiang Mu'an?" Xia Shiyun thought of the fellow acting as an undercover agent in the Demon Realm, wondering if he, too, was caught up in this chaotic melee.

An incomparably terrifying and mighty surge of blood and Qi boiled within Li Yang's body, transforming into an invisible field of energy that erupted outward.

New styles of official robes were also tailored for officials of the first through ninth ranks, prescribing new colors and belts, with handkerchiefs, accounting bags, knives, and whetstones hanging from the belts.

Having already risen to the noble rank of Imperial Noble Consort, Xiao Yan was scheduled to accompany the Qianlong Emperor to the banquet in the Hall of Mental Cultivation that day. Therefore, though she still felt that wearing three earrings on a single earlobe was far too cumbersome, she nonetheless complied with the dressing regulations for high-ranking concubines in the Qing imperial palace, adopting the traditional Manchu style of three earrings per ear.

Xiong Bin froze for a moment, then broke into a wide smile. Coldness flashed in his eyes, but a smile never left his face.

The last powerful warrior to succeed made off with the beast bone while nursing heavy wounds. According to Lin Ming's observations, this warrior had likely sustained difficult-to-heal hidden injuries as well; just compensating for the two to three tenths of blood essence he had burned off would require an unimaginable price.

Xu Meishan, who had just walked over to the edge of the flower bed, froze upon hearing the commotion. Turning her head to look, her face instantly turned as pale as a sheet.

Trust between people is already scarce to begin with. Trust that was established with great difficulty can easily collapse because of a single word or a single action. He cherished this hard-earned trust that Lin Weiwei had placed in him.

"We will do our best to cooperate!" After quickly analyzing the entire situation, Yu Chuchu spoke gravely to Lu Ping'an.

Following Ming'er, they arrived at a desolate courtyard. It was evident that this place had not been inhabited for a long time; weeds grew rampantly all around, lending the surroundings a desolate and eerie atmosphere.

For this particular move seemed somewhat out of place within the entire set of fist techniques, yet simultaneously appeared to be seamlessly integrated into them.

With this thought taking root in her mind, Qi Anluo began searching the internet for companies that were still hiring. By the end of the year, there were very few companies recruiting, and those that did were often mediocre and unappealing. Qi Anluo submitted a few resumes and called several places, but none seemed quite suitable.

"Tick, tick!" The alarm clock on the wall chimed twice. Yu Chuchu instinctively looked up to find it was two o'clock in the morning. It turned out that it wasn't Mo Xiaotao abandoning her decorum to sleep on a chair, but rather because it was already the dead of night.