Chapter 89

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It was unexpected that in this world of cultivation, such a rare and unique power would exist.

“Haha! Madman, you’re going to make everyone die laughing again. I say you’re foolish, yet you’re not really foolish—how is it that your intelligence always makes people anxious?” Long Xing said with a smile.

Yet now, with the situation shifting unpredictably, it was truly difficult to determine who would claim the final rights.

Du Mi couldn’t help but feel puzzled. She had just seen the patriarch of the Shen family this morning—her nominal father-in-law—and he didn’t seem like someone who would mistreat his servants.

He remained elegant and refined, a beautiful young man. Though slender and delicate, with a faint sadness etched between his brows, he was unchanged; he was still himself.

Chuzhou originally rotated leadership every three years to ensure each clan had a chance to develop, preventing any from being swallowed up, thus maintaining balance.

In Chuzhou, a borderland frequently ravaged by war, no one could say when the frontier might fall.

They had their own calculations, but they understood all too well that as long as their family head, Chu Haolong, lived, the three branches could never turn the tide.

“For this alone?” Anzhou’s An Hao exchanged a glance; they knew well that the Shen clan was half skeptical about these matters. Although they visited temples, they rarely prayed at home.

“You know too much! I think we can push Que Ting out! After all, Que Ting talks big but can’t find anything,” said Li the Bald, looking at the soul-harvesting messenger opposite.

She was soaked through, her clothes clinging tightly to her body, revealing a graceful silhouette. The collar of her shirt was slightly undone, exposing the pale, tender skin beneath.

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Lu Qinglan felt awkward under his respectful demeanor. She wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but never found the chance to speak.

The colossal head slowly rose, and with his upper body moving, the whole world shifted. The light flickered, the essence of heaven and earth surged powerfully, and beams of immortal light descended from the skies. The chains of divine order swirled and wove through the air.

“This place is decisively perilous,” Ji Ruorong’s cold, delicate face briefly showed a trace of lingering fear.

Though many present did not practice puppet cultivation, a holy treasure-grade puppet’s value was unimaginable. Even if one could not use it, selling it would yield immense benefits. How could anyone not be stirred?

“I understand,” Lu Qinglan forced a smile, signaling she was fine, though her heart was unsettled—because of Elder Bai.

“Th-then, how exactly did a corpse disperse these underworld coins? Moreover, everyone initially saw real money—how did it transform into underworld currency? Was it some kind of trick or illusion?” Dean Luo stared intently at me.

“Your Majesty, we have long been unable to contact beyond Xudu. Officials who claim to serve the court are in fact under Cao Cao’s surveillance. Now he has summoned me to Hebei, but this has given us an opportunity!” Kong Rong continued.

“That’s impossible. Tianpeng’s speed is unparalleled, unrivaled in the world. How could he be caught?” The other cultivators were all shocked.

The drums thundered as Zhou Tai, Jiang Qin, Sun Ben, and Lü Dai—the four fierce generals—led Jiangdong’s troops in a counterattack, cutting through the waves on the river, chasing after the boats of Huang She and Zhang Yun.

It made sense—the Han dynasty was in decline, and the greatest victims were the common people and merchants. Scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants alike suffered during the wars at the end of the Han. Apart from the gentry, who could afford surplus wealth? Even the big merchant families like the Zhen and Mi were not purely merchants.

Once in the taxi, she eagerly took out her phone and dialed Nuoming Yu’s number, casting a cold glance at Ouyang Yingqi, who lay unconscious.

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“Don’t let him escape!” Xie Ban Gui roared, raising his claws to seize the official-uniformed zombie.

Andy looked toward a nearby monster and immediately unleashed Magic Missile. Yet he found himself utterly motionless. Usually, when using a skill, the system would prompt the player’s body to act as if controlled, or the player would trigger the skill themselves.

“Come down here,” Huang Zhong ignored the taunts from Xiahou Yuan, or rather, dismissed them entirely. When the two faced each other, Huang Zhong suddenly moved. He crouched low, dodging Xiahou Yuan’s heavy blade. The sword’s edge sliced a swift semicircle in the air before forcefully striking the horse’s leg that Xiahou Yuan was riding.

Because of the immensely powerful skill of teleportation—moving in and out of the enemy’s interior—the enemy’s ranks became chaotic. The higher the teleportation level, the shorter the cooldown period, though it never seemed very long.

Though the path was sparsely traveled, over the hundred-li distance some traces of life were visible. People left here and there, but just as many villagers kept joining. As they neared Jiameng Pass, nearly a thousand onlookers trailed behind the troops.

“What? Aren’t you going to the office?” Duan Tianqing looked at Du Tie oddly, since Du Tie’s office was on the twenty-third floor.

She walked unhurriedly, as if the raging storm above did not wet her, as if the hundred iron cavalry before her did not block her path, as if the rows of iron spears pointing at her were mere illusions.

Li Jiru used his last breath to crawl toward Li Jinghuang but barely made any progress before stalling.