Chapter 21 [First Update]

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Stomping to restore his true form, the flying immortal stepped through the void and instantly appeared before Bi Haitian, striking a blow to his head with an axe.

The mountain path was bustling with people, all climbing Mount Tai. Ye Xuanfu was among them. Suddenly, he thought that around the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, it was necessary to contact the authorities to close off Mount Tai. Otherwise, with so many would-be imperial contenders fighting, landslides and earthquakes could occur, potentially causing tremendous casualties.

Lock nodded. His main purpose for coming to Lordaeron this time was to resolve questions about his origins. He could not let this opportunity slip away, for the entire kingdom of Alterac had been destroyed. Only the fleeing nobles of Alterac might hold the secrets of the past.

Xu Ning and Zhang Wu were filled with gratitude and puzzlement. Elder Yao only said to them that he could not bear to see heroes suffer. Both of them were capable individuals who would turn misfortune into fortune and have bright futures.

Lock locked all the doors in the castle, knowing that when the undead eventually broke through the main gate, they would face an endless series of iron doors, causing them to waste much time and effort trying to force their way in.

Wang Fu and Li Bangyan immediately stepped forward, openly targeting Liu Yanqing but in reality attacking Tong Guan and Cai You’s faction. Seizing the opportunity to draw fire upon themselves, they exposed Liu Yanqing’s long history of corruption, arrogance, and abuses of power.

Ye Xuanfu’s soul sat cross-legged in the void, carefully studying the formation. The more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

The bulky man saw reinforcements arriving and immediately stood to greet them, shouting repeatedly, “Big brother! Big brother, you’ve arrived!” while continuously pointing toward Tang Feng.

With an unreserved punch, he struck out, creating a chaotic passage that shook the inverted battle flag from his hand. The Martial Ancestor’s other hand then struck the flag, sending it flying completely away.

He looked up in astonishment but saw Ye Xuanfu casually walk past him. His heart skipped a beat as he realized he was nowhere near the other’s level of perception.

Loki was momentarily speechless. In this situation, he truly did not know what to say—it was the first time he had ever felt embarrassed in front of Leia.

Li Buxiang’s expression did not change in the slightest. He looked at Li Si gently and asked again.

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I pushed open the door and was met with the sight of a cold, iron-like yet stunningly handsome young face. But when he lifted his head, I saw a pair of gentle, affectionate black eyes.

The blind monk said that walking itself was a form of cultivation. Therefore, he politely refused the new shoes and clothes Sima Yun prepared for him. Wherever Sima Yun went, slaughter followed, and the blind monk was kept busy wherever there was killing.

That night, the torrential rain seemed intent on washing the world anew, thunder rolling incessantly across the sky.

Another young man was quite burly, even overly so, unlike the typically well-proportioned physique of most cultivators.

Wang Jingmeng glanced briefly and immediately knew his mind was troubled, but he clearly understood that at this moment, Mo Ying’s real problem was something else.

In the evening, Yu Mu arranged a lavish banquet. The City of Sages had arrived, and it was time for several to part ways. First, Granny She was to return to her homeland to focus on cultivation.

Facing the spear formation, Zhao Yun remained calm. With a flick of his spear, he shattered the spears before him. The charging steed raised its forelegs violently, stomping down on the shield and the soldiers behind it.

With a few words, they ascended Mount Jiuhua. The mountain gate opened, and the first sight at the temple entrance was two men playing chess beneath the bodhi tree in front of the Arhat Hall.

The Xu family indeed had some strength. Lan Feng had finally learned through various channels that Cheng Hua was traveling in a Middle Eastern country. Elated, he rushed to get a visa and book a ticket, intending to find Cheng Hua.

If Xiao Xiong Kong truly cared about Wang Ling and her son, he would not have ignored them for so many years, letting the mother and son rely on each other, their status lower than even a servant in the Xiao family.

Tang Yu found it hard to believe. It was one thing if Qiao Xia was the chairman’s sister, but how could Xia Shiguang possibly be Qiao Xia’s second older brother?

Wang Yuqin asked unconsciously, “What’s wrong? Ouch…” Someone’s foot was harshly stepped on by Tong Ya. Before she could recover, Tong Ya suddenly turned and hugged Yi Jing, then looked back with a wronged expression, silently staring at Wang Yuqin.

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This man named Lu Shaochong was a seventh-rank Dragon Guard, his strength outstanding even among those at the Qi Sea realm. Yet during the siege of Yin Jiutian, he still suffered heavy casualties, showing how formidable Yin Jiutian was—capable of matching a powerful Qi Sea realm Five Elements Heaven warrior.

As the explosion rang out, Lei Kun and Bao Qingyun both felt a strong backlash simultaneously, their bodies shaking violently as they staggered backward.

Yi Jing said, “…But why does he look so disheartened?” Never mind, she took Tong Ya aside to peel scallions.

Of course, there was no explicit rule forbidding this. Others could do as they pleased—no matter what actions they took on transportation, it was simply a matter of how thick-skinned they were.

Tan Su’s eyes lit up, her whole face brightening with joy. Excitedly, she leapt around in his embrace, bumping straight into the man’s deep, gentle, smiling eyes.

Thus, their style of conduct targeted the ruling members of the Mu family rather than his identity as the young marshal of the military kingdom.

Wen Hui cast a concerned glance at Linglong, who was held in Long Han’s arms. Although her complexion was normal, rosy and fair, she was clearly weak in her limbs.

Zhang Zixia didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. Even now, Old Master An was still scheming how to stir things up. “Alright, alright, we’re leaving. Goodbye, Wan girl; goodbye, Zi girl.” His voice echoed in her ears—their parting words. They would all be fine and looked forward to meeting again someday.

That lad, with a blade of grass in his mouth, turned disdainfully to the side, hastily avoiding the shopkeeper who was approaching obsequiously. Frowning, he spoke with evident displeasure.