Volume One, Chapter 112: Come With Me to Bastion One

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On the other side, Montage let out a long sigh after leaving the shelter.
“Even Jiang Heng thinks this way; I suppose Zhang Ziliang feels the same. Trying to achieve everything at once is indeed quite difficult.”
“I believe his idea is correct. At times like these, stability is most important. You have to eat your meal one bite at a time, and walk the path step by step.”
Jiangzhou had quite a number of supernaturals. Although there were only dozens of local ones, recent actions by the state had drawn supernaturals from other regions to Jiangzhou to investigate the situation.
Currently, Dongfang Yu was recruiting demon souls and evil spirits everywhere; he was Lin Fei’s primary target.
Upon hearing this, Ye Haoran was startled, but the Daoist Long Kong showed little change in expression, as if he had long known.
“How could this be? It’s impossible!” The ghoul’s face stiffened, his eyes fixed blankly, watching the black-haired youth in the clouds lose all strength to run.
Suddenly, a long, faint shadow flashed between several clouds—a massive, azure-hued sword about ten feet long swiftly descended and gently landed beside a wild forest stream.
Seeing the bull-headed figure charge out, the Heavenly Court’s army erupted into chaos, terror etched on every face.
“Master, do you really want to leave with me? My future is likely full of thorns.” Li Qingyuan looked at Qian Daomei dressed in red.
At that moment, a furious roar suddenly echoed in his ears, and a layer of faint, cold white mist abruptly appeared before his eyes.
Ye Jingling ignored Wang Hao; she wiped her dry eyes and skillfully pulled out a new tablet from her backpack. “Phew, luckily my backup wife wasn’t damaged.” Ye Jingling smiled with relief.
Rufeng closed his eyes, his bloodless face terrifyingly pale, his pristine white robes spotless, and his ink-black hair neatly arranged on both sides. His always gentle expression remained unchanged, only his brows, long unraised, now shifted slightly.
“Stop flattering yourself! It’s really strange—Master of Tiandong Tower, do you have nothing better to do all day?” Lin Hanxi successfully changed the subject.

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Huanluo had no idea what kind of medicine was in Xiakui’s pot. Over the years, Xiakui’s gentle, skilled demeanor and worldly detachment had hidden much of her sharpness. If not for this Aicasia crisis, Huanluo might never have seen such a fiercely commanding side of his mother.
“Can I ask that big bull to become my younger brother and cultivate as well? I feel so light and comfortable.” Xu Yuan said with a face full of joy.
The major artery in her neck was bitten through, and after Heatherlin collapsed, bright red blood continuously flowed out.
Just as Lin Hanxi said, she hoped Leng Wuchen would be well. Gongsun Jing also wished her well and nothing more.
Before she could properly rest at home to heal, Huanluo was dragged out shopping by so-and-so and Liang Yin, under the noble pretense of ‘surveying the public sentiment.’
“Fourth Master is at the pavilion ahead. Someone was sent to tell you to deliver tea!” Rong Lu saw Mu Ximei’s absent-minded look and grew angry again; she most despised that air of arrogance in her.
So-and-so felt her smiling mask shatter; her unappreciated smile stiffened and twitched painfully. Helpless, she closed her eyes. Unable to sleep under the lamp’s light, she simply resumed an old habit—cultivating.
“I don’t hate you. Even though you treated me that way, I still don’t hate you, because it wasn’t your fault. You treated me like that because you loved him. He’s the one who dragged me into this deep palace. I hate him.” Wang Lingxin said, clenching her fists.
Leng Zibing thought for a moment, then glanced at Yuan Shengque beside her, raising an eyebrow: “She’s greeting you. Where did you find such an obedient child?”
Everyone calmed down, no longer raising their bids. The voices just now came from a private room on the second floor. Those who could sit there were either wealthy or powerful. Competing with them was unwise.
Pianpian heard Er Qing say this and smiled again; Er Qing still cared for her, didn’t he?
Moreover, they all understood that the alchemy competition and the Dan Sect were a knot in Fang Jun’s heart—the former nearly ruined his life with bad memories, and the latter affected him for a lifetime.
The Mo family’s location was at Fulong Town’s highest point, five kilometers outside the town. It was the largest mountain range in the area and the source of all water in Fulong Town, all flowing from the mountains.
Ke Ziling nodded, then turned to Hong Luan: “If you know how to poison, help me prepare a poison. Remember, the guiding herb is the Seven-Step Heartbreaker Grass.”

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“This scheme probably can’t be separated from your Lord Han’s involvement. Don’t come here pretending. Trying to clear yourself completely?” Biluo said sardonically.
Seeing this, Ouyang narrowed his eyes, suddenly recalling a mantra. His body emitted a faint golden glow, then he swung his fists, prepared to block the wild bull with his fists, driven by an inner voice.
Yu Feili rudely turned and left without a word, and Hou Yi made no move to stop him, letting him come and go freely, disappearing at the dilapidated temple’s entrance.
Ye Qi did not understand what this had to do with early summer. Chu Xia always favored Su Yunhe, often praising him in front of Furong.
Sighing, he gave a bitter glare at the still reluctantly hidden mysterious cave, then retreated to the courtyard wall and struggled to climb out.
The Three Holy Mothers, led by Yang Chan, broke through the Heavenly Gang Blade Formation and saw Li Jing reciting a mantra, retrieving the Heavenly Gang Blade, then immediately soaring on clouds toward the South Heavenly Gate. The Four Heavenly Kings and the Giant Spirit God were left stunned—had they been abandoned?
This space seemed vast, but stepping five meters away from the body plunged one into a dense fog. Even with Hawk Eye technique, nothing could be seen clearly—a feeling of groping in the mist.
Those people only mocked Xiao Ling, unaware they had been marked for death. Soon, they would regret their loose tongues.
Cai Mu Zuo Yihui brought Li Hua Zou and Yukinoshita Yukino into the room. Inside the huge mansion, the atmosphere turned dark.
“All rise and prepare to fight!” After the explosion, Miyoshi Yoshitsugu leaped three steps high, ran forward, kicking a Tsukawa foot soldier climbing over the fence outward, then with a wrist twist, drove his katana into another enemy.