Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Necromancer's Lore (5/5)

After uttering those words, the Prince of Lanling turned at once and left, leaving Xiao Yuanhan only his retreating back.

Floating before Su Rui, the mist-form closed its eyes as it always did, reaching out toward the mist. In the next instant, a gigantic blade had fully taken shape.

“Has Your Lordship never considered a strategy for bringing this fractured Anxi under control? If you have, then may I ask: which piece of land would you most want to take first?” Jiang Ke did not answer Li Zheng’s question, but solemnly posed another of his own.

“When the time comes, I won’t need you to help me directly. All you have to do is turn a blind eye. I’ll use their strength against them. What I’m doing is honest work. I neither steal nor rob; I make money with my brains.” As he spoke, Guan Jian even tapped his own head.

Under the night sky, the whole city of Hangzhou was still bustling and lively, while I lay there in silence, unable to sleep, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, not knowing what I was thinking.

His Highness Prince Chu Kuang stared dazedly at the cold-faced Lihuo, and his heart sank at once, as though he had plunged into an ice cave.

Those ten flames floated in the air. Then Qiao Xuan’s black deer hide slowly rose from his hand until it reached the flames’ side, and the blazing light that had once been dazzling dimmed considerably.

A soft laugh sounded above my head. Looking up, I found that Ling Ge was actually smiling. The face that had always been expressionless now showed a faint upward curve at the corner of his mouth, and his features seemed much gentler.

This fellow was very good at creating and stirring up an atmosphere—shameless, uninhibited, and able to ask for gifts in a manner so righteous it was almost inspiring.

Jiang Shan, entering the spirit liquid, also floated cross-legged within it. He hurriedly began circulating the Nine-Thunder Body-Tempering Art to absorb it. A layer of gentle energy wrapped around him, making him feel wonderfully comfortable, almost drowsy, as though he might drift off to sleep.

It was also Jiangshan’s first time visiting Yuexiu Company. Although the eight new employees had long since learned from Zhang Xuebin that the company had another partner, this was the first time any of them had seen that partner in the flesh. They stared at Gu Bei with great curiosity. The boss was so young it was almost unbelievable.

“Uh…” Xiao Fei had not expected Liu Yanyue to be so jealous. He had truly failed to notice it before. Yet once her jealousy flared, she was no less fierce than Susan.

Jiang Ziyan intended to drag things out and think of a plan. Xi An was the only deputy commander who had not fainted after drinking the tea, and it was obvious he had secretly thrown in with Xu You.

Zhou Zhong switched off the light and then slipped beneath the blankets. The moment Lin Lu felt Zhou Zhong climb into bed, she became even more nervous.

This was also why, on the black market, demon clans with superior bloodlines were worth ten times more than human slaves sold illegally.

Xu You urged, “Lady Li Xianji’s beauty is renowned throughout Yangzhou. It is only natural that Lord Junling should favor her. But on the night Wu County was attacked, Li Xianji vanished without a trace. I fear she has fallen into the hands of those six-day bandits who came chasing her fame…” The implication was clear: even if Li Xianji had not died, she had become someone else’s plaything, and he should utterly abandon the thought of her.

What was both ludicrous and maddening, however, was that his blade technique seemed to begin with a saber-hugging stance. No matter the situation or the circumstances, he would first draw the blade into his embrace, and only then move with it. The consequences were easy enough to imagine.

Seeing this, Wu Yue could not help but cheer inwardly for the Heavenly Emperor. He truly did seem to be a man of extraordinary gifts, one whose talent had been bestowed by heaven itself.

A stern voice rang out from within the mural. Under the wash of moonlight, the painting of the beauty looked even more eerie and dreadful.

By then, Wu Yue and Qing Hao had already been locked in combat. In Wu Yue’s hands, the Coiling Dragon Hammer moved with strikes, hooks, smashes, pounds, thrusts, clouds, covers, and more, its motions flowing like a gentle breeze and running water, every move and every form clearly visible.

Sure enough, the moment Ling Yuanyue saw Wang Feng, she strode angrily straight toward him, with Mo Mei following close behind.

At that moment, the Three Saints Bell, so solid it rivaled a supreme treasure, also began to crack. In the blink of an eye, with a deafening roar, the Three Saints Bell shattered completely, dissolving into thousands upon thousands of streams of divine light that scattered in all directions.

Though Qi Yan spoke softly, every word was sharp as a needle, leaving Lord Tingling utterly at a loss.

“Get out and bring Yao Zixiao in!” Yan Jin clutched the half of his face, which had swollen up at once, and left in a sulk.

The original Sword of Raiden had become a crystal sword formed from materialized energy, containing even more terrifying power. Like the lightning giant, the Sword of Raiden carried a lightning intensity of two billion volts. At that level of energy, the crystal sword it condensed could cleave through space as though it were nothing at all, let alone people or material energy.

The entrance to the nursing home was very quiet. The appearance of Jiang Fan and the others immediately drew the attention of the old gatekeeper. “Hey, this is Red Maple Lake Nursing Home, not a tourist attraction. What are you doing here?” the old man shouted.

As a rule, an ancient temple of this sort would be nothing short of a death trap without seal masters, formation masters, and pharaohs to break the prohibitions along the way. This was especially true for a temple dating back tens of thousands of years, where all kinds of restrictive techniques could be said to be everywhere.

Once Yinzhen was fully dressed, he took up his riding whip and made straight for Segyin’s carriages and horses. Baozhu could only follow tightly behind him, afraid that the Fourth Master might come up with some new scheme.