Chapter 76

The lord’s meaning was clear: Mora must not become overly dependent on her master. Just as the Shadow could not indulge his disciple too much.

Although Han Guishan failed to secure any of the reserved dishes, thanks to his assistant’s remarkable speed, he managed to snatch one of the six daily-limited portions of candied yam—a prize in its own right, perhaps even more valuable than the reserved dishes.

Behind the four people and one snake, a sudden burst of radiant light erupted, and from the positions of the three pillars of light, an immense yet chaotic aura surged forth, exploding with a deafening roar.

Receiving the good news from his subordinates, Belial waved his hand joyfully, and the Ultimate Battle Device appeared out of thin air.

As Gu Yunmo was speaking, Zhang Yongxi lunged at him like a leopard, swift and fierce.

“No need. I’m feeling a bit tired. Granny Yue, please entertain Madam Zhu, and once you’ve collected what you came for, come with me to attend to my needs.” With that, she turned and went back inside.

Xiao Feng stepped forward, visibly agitated. After his master and foster parents were killed, and all his sworn brothers had parted ways with him, the only thing anchoring him in this world was the obsession to find the ringleader and avenge his family.

Jiang Feng glanced at the clock—four o’clock. The kitchen always opened for dinner service before the main hall. Once he finished preparing the batch of Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeons, it would be time to clean the stove and start preparing for the evening rush.

Since the other party clearly meant trouble, Du Ximeng no longer lowered himself. He reached out to take a broad-backed saber from a nearby steward. No matter how strong the opponent, only a fight would determine the outcome.

As he struck, he fully unleashed his secret reserve of chilling true energy. The sword’s edge exuded an icy aura, causing the temperature within several yards to plummet as if plunged into the depths of winter.

More than two months had passed since I last drifted upon this vast sea. This was my second time traveling by boat, yet my feelings were completely different from before.

The Draconic Dragoon Riders silently obeyed the command, wheeling in unison to advance toward Holy Rain City.

The successors of the Heaven-Hating Demon Palace were renowned for their mystery; few ever learned their true identities. The only certainty was that each generation of successor had endured a tragic past—this alone was constant, unless a successor chose to reveal themselves.

“Everyone else must be forging secret alliances, am I right?” Gu Xiao finally spoke again after a long silence.

“Heh, you’re absolutely correct,” the Shadow rasped with a laugh, vanishing soundlessly from behind Gu Xiao.

But she knew she had to force him out. If they could not be together, she would destroy him, ensuring he lived forever only within her heart.

Compared to this man, even the Sect Master of the Sacred Sword Sect might not be qualified to be an ant.

Upon witnessing the scene, we were all thrown into chaos. O’Connor immediately pulled the pistol from under his pillow and fired at the giant centipedes.

“Coldwind, our personal grudges do not involve the Righteous Alliance or the Organization. You’d best let those two go. If you provoke the leadership, the entire Righteous Alliance will be in trouble—you wouldn’t want to bring disaster upon your own sect, would you?” I continued to threaten Coldwind.

Suddenly, Glenn was seized by an inexplicable unease. He turned instinctively and saw a gray-robed reaper following closely at Edward’s side.

Though many within the sect abstained from food after reaching Foundation Establishment, they would occasionally indulge in a gourmet meal to satisfy earthly cravings.

She didn’t enter any shops, merely wandered about, surveying the streets of Yellowflower Town to familiarize herself for a quick getaway after nightfall.

It was as if a dozen volunteers appeared at once, launching a complex, interlaced flurry of attacks straight ahead. Each invisible shockwave deflected the razor-sharp bone spikes, forcing Taketori to cross his arms and shield his eyes as he spun around.

He cast a glance at Haruno Sakura, who was tensely brandishing a kunai not far away, then shifted his focus to Naruto and Sasuke as they helped each other to their feet.

What truly mattered was the people themselves. The residents of Qingling County had grown silent. Unlike in Dong Xiang’s childhood, now when people saw him on the street, they no longer greeted him with a warm “Xiangzi.”

Once, they’d sent someone northwest to deliver goods. The person tasked was a chambermaid, who, fearing Lu Fenghe’s sorrow, didn’t speak plainly. Yet, news always managed to reach Lu Fenghe’s ears.

After such a lengthy tirade, Lin Qixia on the other end of the line seemed so furious she was out of breath, unable to form words.

“If you have any spare money at home, don’t forget to stock up on some grain as well,” Qin Dashuang said, glancing over at Qin Xiaoyao.

“Understood!” came the reply, as footsteps approached from afar. Two more reserve team members leapt down from the roof, both about the same age.

Apples and oranges rolled across the floor, the fruit plate smashing with a crash and shattering into pieces.

Su Jing pondered over Dongfang Xiao’s words. She didn’t know what feelings lay behind them, but she could sense the release and liberation in that voice.

Her beautiful eyes swept the spacious room. There was no one else. If no one had called her name, then it could only be… a ghost.

“I had thought that if you confessed and accepted punishment, you might keep your life. But now, with these words, don’t blame me for turning ruthless!” Dai Le said coldly.

“It peeked at me while I was bathing!” Hua Weiluo ground out the words through clenched teeth.

After nightfall, Qianxun and Shangguan Yan found a dilapidated earth temple. At least it provided a roof over their heads, sparing them from sleeping under the open sky. Leaning against the wall, they listened to the broken window, battered by the wind, creak and sway, the rusty hinges groaning.

The two lingered sweetly together for a while longer before leaving Murong Heng’s room and returning to the Liang family quarters.