Chapter 113: How to Choose

Nangong Ling crouched down, and before Shen Ahhuai could utter a word, reached out and lifted her into his arms.

“With such exquisite, ice-white skin and jade-like bones, Your Ladyship does me a great honor.”

“What?” Shen Ahhuai struggled. “What are you doing?”

Her voice had grown slightly hoarse.

……

Liu Qianqian reached up and pulled the hairpin from her hair. It was hard and unyielding, digging painfully into her scalp.

“Are you selling it or not? I’ve got plenty of money!” Lin Xingyue produced the purse from her waist and casually flung a handful of gold coins onto the stage. The onlookers’ eyes instantly reddened with greed.

Lin Xingyue ran wildly toward the eastern district of the city, where Gu Yanyu and Hu Xiao were. She stumbled and staggered along the way, yet felt no pain at all.

“Black Heavenly Net!” Granny Tree Spirit shouted, simultaneously spitting a stream of black aura from her mouth.

Fu Zeqi had known Xu Anyi would say that. Sure enough, he was still the same selfish, hypocritical hypocrite who prized his reputation above all else.

“Your Majesty is mistaken. I merely felt that you lacked confidence and thought I would add fuel to the fire.” After Qin Feng finished speaking, he revealed an eerie smile.

Who could have imagined that the only establishment capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the local’s most famous opera troupe would be a pancake stall—and one that even imposed a minimum order at that?

As the chill completely enveloped the void, snowflakes imbued with the power of space began to dance between heaven and earth.

Meng Zifan’s eyes shifted as he decided that the plan was feasible. After Lan Yutang finished speaking, he gathered together those who were relatively skilled in formations and then passed the method on to them.

Not only that, the object was disposable. Once used, it would turn into nothing more than an ordinary copper fragment.

The Qi Realm expert clutched his wound, his face pale. He watched Yan Chuan flee with uncertainty and suspicion, but did not pursue him again.

The entire city of Hang was decked out in lights and decorations, steeped in the festive atmosphere of the New Year. In only a few days, China’s annual Spring Festival would arrive.

“Uncle Six, I think you should stop. You’re using too much force. These warriors were all chosen from the military regions as one-in-a-thousand elites. If they’re injured, their future training will be delayed,” Qin Feng urged.

With those words, Qin Feng rose and walked outside. Yu Xi suddenly let out a loud wail, crouching on the ground and sobbing as she clutched her head.

Kil’jaeden paid no attention to it. After unleashing Soul Lash, he manipulated the Eternal Flames surging across his body and immediately followed up with the skill Doomsday Showdown.

Suzuki Reizumi slowly rose and spoke gravely. Kitagawa Mingge desperately wanted to voice the thoughts in his heart, but he could not. His eighty-year-old mother, his wife, and his children were all in Han Qi’s hands. If he failed to obey, the lives of his entire family would hang by a thread.

The black-iron prison door was closed again from the outside, and Chuxiu hurriedly searched for Shen Yu. At a glance, she saw him half reclining on the couch with his eyes closed, apparently resting. It was impossible to tell how he was feeling, but stubble had already appeared along his jaw, lending him an even more pronounced air of a wandering martial hero.

Could this place, three or four hundred li from Clear Snow City, be the secret land that the Prophet had gone to such great lengths to find—the very place he intended to reach in search of the divine tree from the ancient kingdom?

“What else can we do? Gather some people and wipe out the Temple of War!” I said without hesitation after hearing the whole story.

“Didn’t you say you never intended to attach yourself to the powerful? What is Yu Xi to you? Does she even have the right to interfere?” Hua Yuechan said angrily, a surge of jealousy and resentment rising in her heart.

However, throughout this process, Long Xingyu did not rely on his own soul to create soul clones. His methods were not yet mature, and many aspects had not been fully verified. Therefore, he did not directly use his own soul as the catalyst.

My entire body shook violently. Then I spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown dispersed as well.