Chapter 47: The Wild Goose Feather Hook

Racing swiftly through the snow, as fast as lightning, in the blink of an eye, those relentless pursuers were left far behind. Asheng held Shen He tightly in his arms, the piercing wind howling past their ears.

Behind them, the thunder of galloping hooves showed no sign of ceasing; Xiao Jingren would never let them go easily. Shen He gripped the reins firmly, not daring to relax for even a moment. She could clearly feel the warmth radiating from Asheng’s body and hear his slightly labored breath from the exertion.

“Asheng…” Shen He called softly, a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m fine,” Asheng replied gently, his voice low and soothing.

He bent his head, his gaze...

To her, this was both a rare trial and, once completed, a sumptuous feast. At the thought of roasted meat waiting for dinner, her spirits instantly lifted.

The young man surnamed Zhang was flung heavily backward, blood spurting from his mouth, his face contorted with frenzied murderous intent. Witnessing Xu Tian’s formidable strength, shock flooded his expression, as if a great storm had been unleashed within.

“Hey! You’re not chicken, are you?” The princess, seeing Shi Shuiyue ignoring her so blatantly, was fuming once more.

It seemed utterly impossible to negotiate terms with this old fox this time. Since peace talks were off the table, there was only one option left: to break and then rebuild. Tear off the mask and fight him outright.

“Of course, I have conditions for the exchange,” Shi Shuiyue raised an eyebrow, seeming in high spirits.

Shi Shuiyue thought silently, “So why did you have to leak the news? You could have just told me.”

Having exhausted his potential to use his clan’s secret technique, the toll was great, and now his spiritual energy within was clearly insufficient.

In one breath, he produced more than thirty copies, his clothes torn to mere strips along the seams. Laying the puppet talismans flat before him, he channeled divine power into the charms, focusing his spiritual awareness intensely.

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The Taiping Dao harbored no goodwill. Though they supported Hong Xiuquan’s cause with gifts and people, once Hong Xiuquan became emperor, the Taiping Dao showed little concern for power. This was not because they were virtuous, but because their foundational principles dictated it.

Mo Yang recounted in full the extraordinary events he had encountered since meeting Tian Sheng. His already legendary tale was made even more vivid with his embellishments, filling it with an air of myth.

Looking at the detailed schematic of the Stiletto Tank’s control system, Kang Mang’ang immediately knew it was useless to him. Still, understanding its structure wouldn’t hurt; if he ever faced other races wielding such devices, he would be ready to counter.

Fearing he might lose control and injure Silly, Darui could only don his cloak and step into the back garden to walk off the lingering anger within.

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