Chapter 108: Journey to the Botanical Research Garden

The official army, numbering five hundred thousand, arrived abruptly and deployed their forces at the north gate of Sangluo City, preparing for a siege. All this was staged for the fierce and violent Lord Hu, aiming to lessen his suspicions toward General Han the Red.

“By the way, I heard Elder Yue recently made an attempt to break through the Diyin Realm, and then...” Elder Bai chatted casually, yet his gaze was fixed tightly on Qingheng’s face, as if trying to extract some secret from it.

The moment the mystical eye appeared, Faust seemed to realize something and quickly raised his arm adorned with three rings.

After using his wit to scout all the ambush points set by the dragon beast demons, the Great Sage Longyuan flew back to the official army’s camp, delivering the second piece of intelligence once again to Marshal Zhang Yichao.

Yezi, a seasoned sorcerer, was stunned by the scene before him. After many years, the academy had changed beyond recognition.

“Looks like the young lady isn’t willing to back down?” Heifeng said, nodding his chin toward Milan and Zuo Lun, who were furiously enraged ahead.

Seeing his sixth brother in such a state, Heavenly Tiger was greatly pleased and led him in carrying out their mission to resist the Tang pilgrims.

Though Master Song spoke lightly, Song Jiang clearly saw a few strands of silver hair sway in the wind from the edge of his father’s hat.

Suddenly, their eyes widened almost to the point of exclaiming, for Qingzheng Qi seemed to have no intention of stepping onto the sixth arena, instead walking aside and leaping onto the seventh arena.

That night, none of them slept well; their troubles were burdens no one else could share.

From Fang Yi’s perspective, those worthy enemies in this heavenly path were the true prodigies—like the Sea Demon’s offspring or Blood Day Heaven. These people who had yet to ascend the celestial ladder were no match for him.

Held aloft by Ye Chen outside the sky bridge, below was a deep river—whether strangled by Ye Chen’s bare hands or cast into the waters, death was inevitable.

Jiang Yu snapped out of his reverie and, hearing the astonished whispers around him, was surprised by how renowned his reputation had become.

Upon seeing Lin Qian’s stunning beauty, youth, and vitality, Zhu Dachang felt a surge of male hormones flood his body. His head suddenly hot, he immediately walked toward Lin Qian.

After a minute-long call, Luo Wushuang still hadn’t finished reviewing Ye Chen’s dossier and left carrying her LV handbag.

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Without pause, the two parted instantly. General Li’s feet never stopped as he roared, his spear spinning like a dragon, thrusting swiftly toward Fu Xi.

Fang Yi laughed, “You’re not my wife, so why do you care where I go?” Saying that, he left the camp, heading toward a certain place on the icefield.

Perhaps hesitant because of Jiang Yu’s fierce power, the dark spirit creatures withdrew temporarily, allowing a brief respite for the defense line in the Heavenly Domain.

As he said, he had no sword. No sword in mind, no sword in hand, none in his belongings—then he was just a fisherman. What kind of nonsense was this sword duel challenge?

At that moment, with the final scream, the remaining Han men who hadn’t fled were all reduced to piles of white bones.

Moreover, Lin Yi had said he wasn’t reluctant to act but wouldn’t act lightly. If either of two conditions were met, he would step in to heal; if not, he wouldn’t bother, as it simply wasn’t worth it.

“Go on, I only heard of it by chance, but the details are unclear!” Chen Fan nodded, then continued speaking.

Yun Shuang nodded, realizing the two had ended up in an awkward chat and didn’t force the conversation. To avoid further embarrassment, she turned and returned to her room, though puzzled.

At that moment, a surging force emanated from Li Tianchen’s palm, transmitted through the Luban ruler, and suddenly passed into Elder Tang’s palm.

In an instant, an ancient sacrificial incantation echoed across the entire Chinese sky, even resonating worldwide.

Holding his phone, Gan Jing glanced at the busy film crew and Emma, who was pondering the shoot nearby. He then rose and took a few steps aside.

Without even dinner, Liu Lang rushed overnight back to Guangyuan and held a meeting for colonel-level officers of the independent regiment.

What shocked Zhang Qi was that Li Ji, instead of retaliating against Lin Yi, respectfully brought a heavy gift early the next morning to beg Lin Yi’s forgiveness.

“So that’s it—spiritual darkness opposes yet also gives birth, this is the method of mutual generation in the Hongmeng Sword Classic I have long failed to comprehend. You borrowed the divine performance power; I need not resort to that. Such a simple truth, yet I have been foolish till now!” Zhuang Yu thought quietly.

“Auntie’s nightmares have lasted more than a day or two, and lately she even claims to see ghosts during the day. The imperial physician is at a loss. Why not invite two Taoist priests to try?”

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Yuan Tianzhong, struck so hard, was furious beyond reason. It was always him who left the enemy embarrassed; when had he ever been cornered like this?

“Uncle Liu, it’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself,” Xiao Peng said. Every injustice has its culprit; this had nothing to do with Liu Qinglong.

Seeing this, Shennong’s heart burned with anger. Damn it—who betrayed me? Or is there a spy among the silent忍? Otherwise, how else could this guy know so well where the scroll was hidden?

“Hmph! What’s strange about that? My intelligence network on Mount Lan Yue is quite renowned; naturally, we have our own investigation channels! No need for Master Li Gu to worry!” Master Liu’s words sounded strained.

Su Tie kept his word. When Wan Ying awoke at dawn, she indeed found the table piled high with various candied fruits.

Hearing this, Zhang Quanquan immediately held his breath, too scared to look back at Liu Chenyang. The kneeling prison guard bowed his head even lower.

At that time, the Central Plains were the main battleground between China and Wa State, repeatedly ravaged by war. Especially after the Battle of Lan Feng, Henan Province entered a stalemate phase, with numerous war refugees flooding into the government-controlled areas, further burdening the local people’s food supply.

Hu Jianjun, clad in silver-white armor, stopped his army two hundred meters from the imperial guard and slowly advanced with four hundred cavalry.

“He Li, why are you apologizing to me?” Su Chen looked confused; he was actually about to thank her.

Confident in his strength, after last time’s leap to Golden Core rank four, recent field training seemed to have pushed him to Golden Core rank five.

After recently reclaiming seven million of the over one hundred million boundless mysterious armor, he suffered a loss of ninety-three million Yaoyu.

Thirty-six long swords floated in unison, their tips all pointed at Baige’er, instantly filling the Resurrection Hall cave with an invisible murderous aura.