Chapter 102: The Mysterious Stranger

The convoy rolled majestically into the compound, and the group promptly set up camp nearby.
“I’m telling you all, no matter what happens later, you stay put right here quietly. Act as if you saw nothing and heard nothing. Understood?”
Li Feihu said coldly to his team.
The members exchanged glances, then looked at Li Feihu’s black swan hat once more.
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There was a riverbank, a riverbed, and a broad channel where the water flowed quietly—as if an endless silk ribbon was gliding softly.
Duanmu Qi responded thus, never having expected Lin Yao to confide this secret to her.
Looking around, the vast expanse was boundless, covered with verdant grass; the hill where they had shaken off their pursuers still smoldered with thick black smoke.
“Mu Ma, are you alright?” Mu Ma closed his eyes tightly, bracing for the impending attack, but after a while, no assault came. Instead, a familiar voice reached his ears.
At this moment, Lin Yao was still in the mischievous stage of childhood and unwilling to play killing games. A sudden idea sparked a give-and-take scheme—using the adversary’s own tactics against them.
Bosh wished his arm were ten centimeters longer so he could block Ji Guochou’s shot. Instead, he could only block Ji Guochou’s eyes, unable to touch the basketball itself.
Yun Xiu looked at Xue Ya’s smiling face with envy—not because of her beauty, despite the narcissus spirit being more radiant than the parasol shielding the sun before her, but because she could stay inseparably by the young master’s side.
“Brother Yao, I’m not afraid,” Fang Ying replied bravely, though her heart was pounding fiercely, feeling the thrill of the wind’s speed.
“Boom!” Wukong’s aura suddenly surged forth. Considering those around him, his energy rose step by step until reaching its peak in normal form, then instantly transformed into Super Saiyan mode.
Others watched—some with schadenfreude, others reluctant—but none dared to rescue Lu Qinghe. One by one, they followed Qin Yan’s figure into the world portal and vanished without a trace.
“Where did this bastard come from? Die!” Gu Yue Dao roared in fury, slashing out with his jade-green treasured blade as a grand streak of light shot forth.
At the White Immortal’s residence hall, a sudden whirlwind whipped through, spinning tables and chairs. The startled clerks scattered to flee. When the storm passed, the officials gathered to tidy up but found the governor’s official seal missing.
“These are my stockpiles from the past thousand years. I’m putting everything on the line here. Brother, you wouldn’t betray me, right?” Old Yu asked hesitantly.
The two shared a smile, yet both knew they had changed since battling Hong Yi. The Heartfelt Flower had undeniably left a deep mark. Many doubts lingered, but even with conspiracies and traps, they had no choice but to press forward.
“If you want my help, you’ll need enough leverage,” he said, his face cold and pale as snow, showing no emotion, though a trace of warmth crept into his tone.
Lin Xiao activated tenfold gravity to influence the power of the stars and moonlight, aiding his suppression. Yet he knew he dared not exceed tenfold gravity.
After several days of inquiry, it became clear that Xiang Mao had indeed helped Chen Ling greatly, always silently. Some things, Chen Ling might not even be aware of.
Leng Jing, Hong Li, and Lü Bingfeng now had no idea how to continue the battle. Before them stood Ao Lie, whose strength had risen to 300. His form had grown even larger—about six meters tall and two meters wide—with a terrifyingly robust physique. His eight-pack abs were like blocks of steel.
At this moment, the drunken old man had completely given up resistance. His long sword hung limply in his hand. Yet he understood that the Frost Azure Calamity’s technique was utterly beyond his ability to withstand, so he could only wait quietly for death’s approach.