Chapter 137: It Is My Sister

Since enlisting in the army, Xie Zhiyun had rarely returned home, and he was well aware of his standing in Lu Qingqing’s heart.

However, for Chi Yi to speak in such a manner was entirely inappropriate.

"..." Chi Yi glanced at Beiyu out of the corner of his eye, but seeing that the latter remained silent, he asked, "What are you thinking about?"

...

Zhou Huaijin reached out and pressed down heavily on the dagger embedded in Emperor Shengming’s body, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Having spent the past few days waking up at midnight to nurse the baby, she vowed to get a proper night’s sleep whenever the opportunity arose.

The crowd of cultivators who had come to observe the battle all gaped in astonishment, their faces etched with disbelief.

"You, as a father, still treat Yue'er like a child? You summon him back to keep me company just because I’m lonely, without even worrying about being the laughingstock of others," Jiayue said, lowering her eyes with a smile.

"My mental state is fragile?" Li Muyan found it amusing. If his mental state were truly fragile, he would not be where he was today.

As for the Heavenly Snake and the Dragon Spirit, the three women assumed they were merely kings among the demonic beasts of the Heavenly Mountains. This was clearly not good news, however; for the kings of the beasts to seek them out could only mean trouble. Yet, even a fool could deduce that it all surely stemmed from "Zhang Xing."

At only twenty-six years old, he was already a Martial Saint at the second stage of the Celestial Realm, just a hair’s breadth away from breaking through again to become a pinnacle Martial Saint.

"Lord Zhang, our army of one hundred thousand has been fully mobilized. We await only your command to attack the formation," Yang Ang said, bowing to Zhang Ji. After all, Zhang Ji remained the master of Tong Pass, and since Yang Ang and his men were visitors from afar, it was not their place to issue orders.

Lu Chen followed the sound and noticed that the speaker was a tall, middle-aged man sitting at the next table, his temples bulging prominently.

"It’s alright, I suppose!" Zong Luoyu smiled, just as someone approached to greet Li Muyan.

The caste system had always been an indelible symbol of the Indian subcontinent, one that could not possibly be eradicated within at least a thousand years.

"The Kunlun Sect is slightly inferior to us." Jifeng felt a twinge of guilt as he said this, though in reality, it was unclear who was truly stronger.

Although Li Jiang understood the various types of ships and cannons throughout naval history, he was less than a novice when it came to their actual construction. He knew which cannons were superior and understood the general direction for research, but he was completely at a loss when it came to the specifics of how to develop them.

He had originally assumed the Embroidered Uniform Guard was an indigenous force rather than an artificial creation. It was only when Ji Ruohua began to suspect that the Emperor of Great Wei was a transmigrator that he recalled the guard had been founded twenty years ago.

This scene left Liu Yunhui both thrilled and moved. In truth, he had long been informed about the establishment of the combat battalion, but he had not been appointed as its commander on the spot. Now that he had been personally appointed by Zhang Tong, he was deeply touched.

There was no time to marvel at the power of the ancient sects. The cultivators from the four righteous sects and the three demonic sects, under their respective leaders, quickly passed through the light gate and charged into the blinding white radiance.

If Baili Jue truly married Chu Yunxue, it would be all the more difficult for her to manipulate him. The good mood she had enjoyed for some time disintegrated in an instant—a reality Ling Feiyan found utterly unacceptable.

The current Liuyun was vastly different from before; its appearance alone had been so altered that it was essentially unrecognizable.

The Emperor of Leaves still showed no sign of wanting to leave, instead fixing his gaze on Ji Chen with a cold sneer on his face.

This claim was indeed true. The Shadow Jade Emperor felt helpless, yet he also understood that, as things stood, he could not kill the Buddha.

Lota had also heard some news he preferred not to hear: Geno Gibbon, the "Shadow of the Moon," had already killed many people. He did not know how well the man had recovered, but now, all his leads had gone cold. He had no way to track the opponent. Waiting for a rabbit to dash into a tree, as it were, was like looking for a needle in the ocean—nearly impossible.