Chapter 64: Reverse Scale

Shen He lightly swung her leg across the horse's back and slowly stepped into the forest.
"Giddy-up—" she urged softly.
The horse's hooves trod lightly over the carpet of fallen leaves, and the crisp, faint rustling echoed through the woods.

Without even taking a breath, Jing Wu found Bai Xianyou's room and pushed against the door, but it wouldn't budge. He pounded on the door and shouted, but there was no response at all. When he tried kicking it, he ended up throwing himself backward and taking a rather clumsy fall.

Gu Tian did not plummet down with the collapsing ground. Instead, stepping upon a slab of falling rubble and moving at high speed, he instantly arrived beside the Earth Elder who had just triggered the massive earthquake.

"Even if the Duke of Jing overrides them right at their doorstep, the Xue family can only swallow their pride and endure it. But what if you were to leave Zhenjiang? They have countless methods at their disposal. By then, I'm afraid the Duke of Jing himself will have to come and serve as the Prefect of Zhenjiang," Shen Lian said with a smile.

At the Governor's Mansion, the Military Commissioner of Wanzhou had received word early in the morning that the culprit had been captured, and had hurried over in great haste.

"Don't be nervous. Did you bring the money?" Lin Yuan saw that Yu Shi was somewhat nervous, but he wasn't someone who needed to be pampered like that.

In the end, Jiang Xianyang brought Zhao Xiao's mother and son to the base. When they learned the news about their husband and father, they were just like Zhao Xiao, refusing to believe it; yet faced with the overwhelming evidence, they were forced to accept this cruel reality.

Judging from their route, they seemed to be following the three cultivators from the Heavenly Armor Sect. Liu Hang dared not venture outside even more, and silently offered a prayer of mourning in his heart for the three Heavenly Armor Sect cultivators.

"Princess, I don't wish to exchange pleasantries. Hand over the item," Jiang Xianyang said straightforwardly.

Although Liu Hang's emotional intelligence was not particularly high, he was no fool and understood how he should act upon this visit. When the senior figures of the Bright Moon Sect saw Liu Hang's attitude, their scrutinizing expressions shifted to ones of satisfaction. Liu Hang let out a sigh of relief as he watched, gently wiping the sweat from his palms, and sat there rigidly.

This was tantamount to cutting off all their paths entirely. Trying to win their favor afterward would be harder than ascending to the heavens.

"Hey, are you all packed yet? Hurry up and get ready to move out," a young man wearing a thermal suit on the eastern side of the courtyard reminded him impatiently.

Sitting to the left of Ding Shuo was a middle-aged man who looked exceedingly wealthy. Just the wristwatch on his wrist, which featured a "slot machine" mechanism above the dial, was worth nearly five million.

"That's all..." Ding Shuo said indifferently. Aside from Gao Zirui, he simply couldn't think of anyone else to invite.

Her gaze swept across the surrounding beautiful scenery, and finally, she let her eyes rest on the figures of the master and disciple walking hand in hand not far ahead. A sudden soreness seized her nasal cavity, and tears blurred her vision.

Walking northward along the red-leaf-strewn Medicine Administrator Street, she encountered a towering stone sculpture. The statue wore a tall cap and a broad belt, holding bamboo slips in its hands. It possessed an extraordinary, elegant demeanor and a scholarly grace, evoking a sense of ethereal transcendence.

The black stone wall, dozens of meters high and hundreds of meters wide, suddenly trembled slightly, and everyone in the entire plaza felt it.

For him, if he could keep his promise to others, that would naturally be the best. Once found, he would simply deliver a message—he wouldn't even need to deliver it himself.

Char was being forced onto the duck-staging ground with his back against the wall, with no other choice. He pulled down the faceplate of his helmet to conceal his already distorted expression, preparing to fight the wilderness hunters opposite him to the death.

During the reforms of the various states, which one had not implemented them? Why was only the Qin state successful, and what price did the Qin state pay?

Seeing the two of them tilting their heads and gazing blankly at the sky, he felt like a deflated ball and was utterly speechless.

Yet an Elder of the sect at such a tender age was unheard of; even Ling Donglai had not attained the position of Sect Elder at such an early age, let alone possessing strength that already surpassed that of the Elders.

The expression in Ji Wuyan's eyes was filled with absolute calmness! He knew that given his own strength, no matter how extraordinary and talented Huo Ziyin might be, he would undoubtedly die.