Chapter 63: Everyone Wants to Ride the Coattails

Bai Yue naturally knew quite a bit about Yang Haoyu's legendary deeds.

Yang Haoyu was the Starry Sacred Knight, the most powerful Retribution Knight in the Knight Temple, and Long Xingyu's breakthrough to the ninth tier was entirely due to Yang Haoyu's grace.

Yet, despite possessing such formidable talent, Yang Haoyu was not a Divine Throne Knight, because he was uniquely devoted to the Divine Throne of Eternity and Creation.

In order to obtain this throne, he had undergone closed-door cultivation for many years, all to elevate his own strength.

However...

His avatar was not nearly as fortunate. The sheer power of the giant fireball completely obliterated it upon contact with the flames.

The Shukaku-version Sasuke blinked his dull, adorable eyes, formed a hand seal, and then... nothing happened.

It was genuinely the first time Zong Jiyuan had heard the story of how his parents met, and never did he imagine it would be so legendary. Unable to contain his curiosity, he chimed in to ask.

Who would have thought that Aiye completely ignored her? After casting a single, indifferent glance at her, Aiye shifted her gaze straight to Yingluo.

Yongcheng had been in turmoil for so many years, and the imperial court had dispatched goodness knows how many provincial governors, yet none of them had ever lasted long. Xu Huan still held a recognized name in the emperor's heart; with him stepping forward, it meant taking responsibility for Yongcheng, and she believed the emperor would not refuse.

That cascading white chain gleamed brightly under the sunlight, making it appear even more dazzling. As the white chain plummeted, it whipped up the surrounding airflow, forming an invisible wall of Qi that acted as a natural barrier, blocking out all external filth and interference.

In truth, he still did not quite understand what kind of identity this young man possessed, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words.

Taking advantage of this brief moment of leisure, Zong Jiyuan went over to Hu Shifa, who was still lying there unconscious. He pulled over Hu Shifa's wrist and briefly took his pulse, learning that this young master Hu was simply scared out of his wits. Unable to hold back a bitter smile, Zong Jiyuan extended a finger and pressed firmly on the man's philtrum, whereupon Hu Shifa immediately came to his senses.

"You! Completely ungrateful and lacking discernment!" Noble Consort Yao was momentarily left without a retort. It was indeed true that she had exploited the Southern Zhao Emperor's deep affection for the two of them—mother and son—to easily climb to the coveted seat of Noble Consort.

Next, Baishu made quick work of beating the remaining fierce beasts into streams of light with a few swift moves, and simply withdrew from the simulation—such a low difficulty of actual combat simulation offered him no help whatsoever.

"Comrade Bai, didn't you already publish a notice in the newspaper clarifying that you have no relation to the Zhou family? Now you come knocking on their door, calling them Mom and Dad at every turn—isn't that rather inappropriate?" Yang Shutong said with an indifferent expression.

Yet it was still not enough. If we wish to live better lives, to bring peace to the realm and rid it of the scourge of war, and to spare our next generation from the anxieties of a turbulent era, the only way is to endure a bit more hardship and exertion. I hope the Reverend will understand." With that, she bowed deeply in a gesture of respect.

"Heh, it looks like at least two elders have already agreed to my plan." Wang Long was well aware that his past record was thoroughly "tarnished," so he did not bother making up any excuses to fool them this time, opting instead to directly rally his allies.

At this point, Jing Rou was already thoroughly intoxicated, and naturally would not raise any objections to Chen Yu's words.

However, the words that had just reached the tip of her tongue could no longer be spoken, transforming instead into a steady stream of tears.

As for Lin Feng, he had just reached the peak of the Yellow Tier at that moment. Although his previous sword strike had managed to block the attack of the Xuan Tier powerhouse, the two of them had each stepped back a pace after the clash. Now, the three of them stood in a tripartite standoff, yet none of them made a move.

The lowest first step was merely the beginning of tempering the bones and muscles, yet one could neither perceive spiritual energy, nor could their fists and feet be considered anything more than mediocre; in the eyes of true cultivators, they were no different from ants. This stage carried the title of "Martial Disciple."

He was terrified. Having lived here for so long, he naturally knew how terrifying this grand array was. Right now, he could only hope that since the array hadn't killed anyone in so long, its reactions might have grown a bit sluggish.

"Hahaha," Zhang Ye felt that this Guan Yuan was truly boasting shamelessly, actually claiming he had already won when they hadn't even tasted the food, nor even picked up their chopsticks. Zhang Ye found it utterly hilarious.