Chapter 27: A Midnight Conversation!

"Liu Yan, Guerrilla General of Yansui, pays his respects to you, honored elder. I trust you are well." The general signaled for his subordinates to cease their actions, walked from a distance into the circle of men surrounding the scene, and bowed respectfully to Zhuo Zhonglian, flanked by his guards.

Jiang Chen had originally absorbed a vast amount of energy, leaving his soul sea in a state of dormancy. Now, however, all the energy—including the purple mists from the Netherworld Heavenly Path—began to converge rapidly.

It was just that Xia Xingkong had performed before him with tireless dedication for so many years; one could hardly blame him for his naivety.

"If I were to hurt you, I would rather have never stepped foot in this place. Yang'er, I never wanted to harm you..." Xue Rong lowered his gaze in sorrow, unable to look at her. He regretted his actions deeply. He had come to the capital only to see what kind of man his father was and if he still remembered his mother; he had not come to take away her home.

Come to think of it, since that expedition north to strike at the Tatars, the two brothers had not left the capital region for two years, spending most of their time roaming around the city.

"Sword, are you alright?" Seeing the Sword Saint defeated once again, Gongben Xueling felt a pang of heartache. She rushed forward, ignoring the dense black holes and the churning weather phenomena surrounding them, and steadied the Sword Saint.

"Swallow it, then. Go ahead. But once you do, you will never see the light of day again. You shall rot in this wretched valley until you die," Ye Juntian sneered, showing no fear. Having staked everything, he no longer felt any trepidation.

Even Turtle Immortal blinked his beady eyes, growing skeptical of his uncle-in-law's words.

"Do not engage in futile resistance. You must focus your strength where it counts; you understand!" the Sect Master of the Martial Illusion Sect declared decisively.

"I heard that the eldest aunt..." Xie Ying looked at Shen Huan, thinking of the feud between the First Madam Shen and Shaohua.

'Lu Zhuo' was left for last, likely because Cao Cao wished to maximize the deterrent effect. After all, 'Lu Zhuo' carried significant weight, making him worthy of the grand finale.

"I am looking forward to the arrival of that day with great anticipation!" Lulu smiled slightly, donned his hat, and turned to leave.

"This girl has truly suffered quite a bit in the Liu family." The old matriarch was advanced in years, and in the time that Ling Yun had been away, it was Liu Bingyue who had stayed by her side. Having developed a bond with her, the old lady’s heart softened at the sight of her current state.

The image on the screen shifted again. A magic circle appeared beneath Ying Luo, and with a flash of light, she vanished.

However, because the disparity in strength was so vast, even though everyone in the room wanted to slap him, no one dared to move. They could only cast expectant gazes toward Xuanyuan Tianxin, hoping that the only person daring enough to strike would immediately give the man a blow.

The others in the room were stunned upon hearing this, looking at Huang Mingyue with suspicion, all wondering how such a thing could even be possible.

Then, they watched as one of the black holes, roughly ten feet in diameter, began to take shape, emitting intense spatial fluctuations.

Meanwhile, the price of meteorite iron had soared, being speculated up to an astronomical figure of 250 million.

"Good technique, but compared to me, you are still far behind," Ye Fei sneered, rubbing his wrists with disdain.

Luo Yu glared at him fiercely. "I do not believe you. Stop spouting nonsense. I came here out of kindness to visit you, not to listen to such words. Yun Hen, if you dare to do the slightest harm to Chonghua, I will make you pay!" With a flick of his sleeves, he walked straight out the door.

"Disaster!" the Dragon Prince exclaimed in shock. He knew the horror of that object, having had nearly a century of his own cultivation drained by it. He rose abruptly, his heart filled with anxiety. If the Great Mistress succeeded, it would be the end. Prime Minister Turtle followed the Dragon Prince, trembling with fear, watching with bated breath as the scene unfolded.

"May I ask if you are Mr. Guan Yunqiao?" the older man asked, eyeing Guan Yunqiao with a very polite tone.

Before coming to eliminate Zong Yang and the Crow, Chi-Mei-Wang-Liang-Xiao had been warned by the Lord of Yin and Yang: if the sealing array failed, they were to wait for the target to lose his divine power and avoid a direct confrontation. Seeing Zong Yang instantly kill Mei, Chi looked into the fierce, turning eyes of his foe and hurriedly retreated in disgrace.

Judging by his recent behavior, on the surface, it appeared that Miaomiao was acting out of jealousy, competing for favor. Yet, Yao Qingmu faintly sensed that his true intention was to save him. He found Miaomiao increasingly difficult to fathom, feeling that he was truly inscrutable.

"You are Luo Yu's bodyguard. If you leave, what will happen to Luo Yu?" Luo Qingyue could not see how this was appropriate no matter how she thought about it.

"It's nothing. I just wanted to say, if you don't have the money, I do." These words were squeezed through Su Qingyi's teeth, carrying a cold, murderous intent.

"The palace is heavily guarded. Could it be that someone has managed to harm the Queen?" Murong Feiming's smile faded slightly at these words.

Yet, as time passed, her heart grew increasingly restless. She admitted to herself that she was worried. She picked up her phone to call, but no one answered. She tried many times, but the calls went unanswered.

Bu An was bewildered. The day was drawing to a close; why was this old monk not in a hurry to cross the river? Was he really haggling over the ferry fare?

Moreover, according to the intelligence he had received earlier, the forces Liu Biao had in Wuchang City were not substantial. Even counting the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, they numbered fewer than ten thousand.

The old woman, Mother Fu, was confused; these people could not pry the origin of that story out of the old aunt.

If not for the fact that Luo Aiguo could occasionally bring back game so they could eat meat, Qin Hongmei would have long since made a scene.

Their representative this time was a middle-aged man named Luo Cheng, who had also joined the Nine Great Financial Groups. He now served as the helmsman for the Jiangnan District, outranking Li Long by several levels.