Volume One, Chapter 89: Chen Pingchuan Rises to the Top as Provincial Laureate, and Eldest Uncle Loses His Composure Again

Seen through a ruler’s mind, it was obvious that Lu Wu’s efforts to buy off his own warriors were far too blatant.

The surrounding mist was slowly receding, the road growing clear, as though everything were vanishing.

Countless crystals of primal fire essence floated aimlessly above the lava, seeming to promise limitless harvest to anyone strong enough to enter.

“Any immortal with even a shred of status would disdain to change into someone else’s face,” Juju sighed.

The faces of Li Qiong and the other trainees changed at once. They had prepared themselves mentally for the program, but they had never expected the first filming location to be somewhere so intense.

Wang Le had already beaten the wild boar outside into something like minced meat, twisted into a grotesque lump that was utterly revolting to look at. Of course, he had not needed to use the Blade of Greed; in a one-on-one fight, a monster like that was simply too easy to deal with.

Luo Shi'an smiled in mockery and said, “They’ll definitely have that Liu Ling turn herself in, then take all the blame upon herself. Their aim is to drag Wu Qiuya out of this. Hmph, do they really think this capital is a place where the Wu family can cover the sky with one hand?”

The servants in the residence trembled at the sight. Seeing the King of Wu drunk out of his wits, they wanted to go help him, but did not dare lay hands on him, and could only stand by in anxious worry.

“I once heard that in ancient times there was a divine archer named Hou Yi. He could loose nine arrows in succession, and every one would strike the very same point. That should be even more formidable than the four-arrow chain of Jingyi, shouldn’t it? Ziyi, have you heard of him?” Liu Tianha asked curiously.

Juju did not know how to answer, while Chi Zhong saw no need to answer at all.

Yang Yi sprang aside, and the others immediately crowded in to shield him. In truth, there was no need; with the Great Celestial Eunuch there, if danger truly arose, he would appear. Since he had not appeared, it meant there was no danger. It was only an instinctive reaction, and it also showed Yang Yi’s place in their hearts.

The stone pillars were naturally barren, able only to barely sustain the tens of thousands of local people and residents. If so many outsiders were to flood in rashly, and the wars continued year after year, what would they use to feed all those soldiers?

The buildings were antique and full of old-world charm, like stepping onto the set of a period drama. On the not-so-wide road, two clearly marked tram tracks stretched into the distance, and by the entrance of a theater nearby stood a noble carriage that had not yet been fully retired.

However, the number of members in the Guarding the Faith was limited; throughout all Great Chu there were only a little over two thousand of them, and the vast majority were personally led by the Emperor.

“Yes.” Fairy Lingyin spoke again in fear, and at that moment Lu Kexu merely smiled faintly and cut off the transmission.

After learning this, Li Yun had also searched for such things in the market, but unfortunately, esoteric Eastern techniques were indeed rare and could not be bought.

In the realm of the Nine Heavens, time seemed to stand still. The Kongtong Seal, the Innate Yin-Yang Divine Diagram, the Taiji Diagram, and the Supreme Purity immortal radiance collided with one another, in an instant grinding earth, wind, water, and fire into utter nothingness; from this one could see just how awe-inspiring their power was.

Winters in Shandong were brutally cold, often dropping to freezing, with ice and snow everywhere. These refugees wandered the wilds without food or clothing, and by nightfall, after a single sleep, they would likely never wake again. That was the so-called selection of heaven as understood by officials.

Liu Bu’s approach won Liu Zhongyong’s full support. As a qualified soldier, Liu Zhongyong also disdained massacring prisoners of war, and upon seeing such fine soldiers, he could not help feeling the desire to cherish talent.

The Spear of the Godslayer and Zhulong were both taken by Dao Ancestor Hongjun, foiling Huorong’s attempt to obtain the Spear of the Godslayer, and naturally making it impossible to refine that spear into the Twenty-Four-Grade Green Lotus.

From launch day to now, he had experienced so much that he could only sigh: in this world, fate is fickle, and affairs change without warning.

Someone like Dan Chun would disdain to use conspiracies and tricks; it could only be Niu Tou and the others scheming together to frame Qitian.

The savage frenzy of the wolf spirit erupted in an instant, and a gigantic domain three hundred meters in diameter appeared. Streak after streak of black deathly aura enclosed this domain, and even the air within seemed to undergo a complete transformation. This stretch of space had utterly become the realm of the god of death.

Ahead of her, several men in gray, close-fitting clothes walked and chatted as they pleased, utterly unconcerned by anyone around them.

Within Zhuo Yan’s heart, that throbbing urge seemed to cry out in a loud voice, making her unconsciously move a little closer toward the location of the Devourer.

Before the microphone, three boys stood dressed in British style, their hair simply styled. Compared with usual, they looked much more handsome.

As time passed, Jiangkou grew increasingly uneasy, but through his exchange with the White Eyes, he learned that she was about to recover, and this put him at ease. In his eyes, so long as White Eyes’ power was restored, it mattered little even if all the yin-yang masters died.

Azir hurried back to the oasis, but when he arrived, though Renekton had protected the emperor, all of Azir’s elder brothers were already dead.

Yan Wushuang was stopped by Jiang Ming and looked up in confusion. Clearly, he had not yet understood Jiang Ming’s meaning.

What mattered most was that once he entered, his identity would be that of an itinerant immortal. If he interfered with the already established plan for the journey to the West, he might even be hunted down by experts of both the Buddhist and Daoist sects. It was not worth it.

Near the parking spaces by the main gate, there were rows of luxury cars from Mercedes, BMW, Audi, and other brands, while outside the gate sat many tractors and farm vehicles at odd angles. Three tractors happened to be blocking the gate tightly, and three men in raincoats sat motionless on them as the heavy rain washed over them without end.