Chapter 71: A Secret Deal

“Huh? Huh?!” Zhao Wuji was just about to nod in agreement when, all at once, his mind caught up with the words he’d just heard. Vice… Vice Sect Leader?!

“Boss, are you sure you didn’t misspeak?” Zhao Wuji asked earnestly, convinced that Ye Cheng must be exhausted and had meant to say vice captain or—

Suddenly, the lights in the hall flickered on. Shuiyue entered, beaming, carrying another cake in her hands.

Twin swords flashed out in unison—a black and a white blade, spiritual energy swirling about them, radiating an aura of absolute, domineering might.

The searing pain sent her vision spinning; instinctively, she clutched her abdomen with both hands. Before she could utter a word, she fainted.

Even with Qin Chen’s current cultivation at the fifth level of the Creation Profound Realm, if he flew at full speed from the Netherworld Continent to Canglan, it would still take two or three months.

Ye Jian looked at the man before him, his manner no longer as polite as before. His voice dropped as he spoke quietly.

The wheelchair’s wheels crunched loudly over dry twigs, fallen leaves, and scattered stones; the harsher the sound, the more the gloom and silence seemed to press in from all around.

Only then did people realize that the terrifying meteor had been caused by some catastrophe involving the moon.

When they entered the living room, they saw a tall, imposing figure standing with his back to them, lighting incense.

“It’s already the second year of the national resistance war,” Aslan suddenly asked, “How long do you think it will take for the war to end?”

Zhu Zhongrong had been with the company for ten years; his experience and abilities were beyond question. Sometimes, these businessmen only cared about capability, and not character.

A hint of delight passed over Lin Xiao’s face; he hadn’t expected the reward of a fourth-grade spirit stone to come with such a mystery. If one couldn’t master the power of petrification, no one could hope to carry away a fourth-grade spirit stone.

Chi Fuwei’s expression didn’t change as she gazed at him. After a moment, she smiled, her eyes lingering above his head, then drifting to her own shoulder, a meaningful smile playing at her lips.

Though they’d agreed to return it once the excitement died down, men were naturally fond of rare weapons, and getting to use it for a while already made it hard for him to part with.

The garrison commander gave a wry smile. The people of the Longevity Sect sought immortality; how could such people possibly set fire to their own home?

Old General Wen was his benefactor, and for that reason, he was even more unwilling to see Wen Shang abandon his rank and honors for an ordinary life.

Baoxin considered; if it went through Mr. Changyi, naturally it could reach the emperor, but would that implicate Brother Amo as well?

Shen Yu and Shen Yu couldn’t help but complain—there were those who craved such delicacies and could never taste them. They, who could now enjoy them, ought to be content. Was there anyone else so spoiled in their tastes?

At the thought of how fiercely she’d snatched the osmanthus cakes from Luo Zizhou in the past, Yuechu felt a sudden wave of embarrassment.

“I accept the decree,” said Commander Jingyi, for what else could he do? Could he possibly stop His Majesty from seeking amusement?

Black smoke rose from Lin Xiao’s body; his brown robe was riddled with seven or eight holes, the acrid stench of burning filling the air. Faint lightning flickered, then faded.

“When you run out of marrow cleansing elixir, I’ll go up the mountain with you and we’ll catch this beast together,” Arlong said nonchalantly.

The city wall was only twenty zhang high, far less than those in Yingdu or Shendu. This was because Xuan Province lay deep within the continent, untouched by war, enjoying lasting peace and prosperity for its people.

Having finished, Hua Buyu looked at Xiao Daoyun. “Fang Tiankui, I have a favor to ask of you. If anything should happen to me one day, I hope you’ll take Yushan and leave the Yue family.” She paused as she spoke.

One after another, the young special police officers collapsed, their flashlights dropping to the floor, beams wavering.

Jiang Fan’s expression grew distant, as if reliving the awe of his first sight of Qihua Mountain. He spoke with a note of regret.