Chapter 152: Discussing Swords over Tea

The Immortal Tea Gathering spanned several days, and the atmosphere grew increasingly harmonious. Having witnessed the wondrous and bizarre magical arts of various sects, Bai Yueling did not lose herself in the superficial bustle; instead, she grew even more composed, seeking deeper communication amidst the clamor.

On this particular day, she strolled casually into a rather secluded teahouse. Nestled within a grove of verdant bamboos, the environment was tranquil and serene, furnished with only a few stone tables where a handful of quiet-tempered cultivators sipped tea and murmured softly, forming a stark contrast to the lively commotion of the square outside.

Seeing that his opponent remained unhurried, the Serpent King suspected they might be relying on some backing. Just as he was harboring doubts, he suddenly felt several divine senses sweeping in from afar. Though not overwhelmingly powerful, they were at least at the Fourfold Tribulation realm, and among them was even an immortal at the Sixfold Tribulation realm. Could this bunch of people have come specifically for this place?

Seeing that Ouyang Lingjing and Liang Shan were about to leave, the middle-aged man panicked genuinely. Yet, having blocked all exits just moments before merely to put on a bold front, he found it difficult to go back on his word now, and hurriedly cast a glance at the equally dumbfounded Lü Tao.

In an instant, joy and sorrow assailed his heart simultaneously, these emotions immediately disrupting his original meditation.

Instead, it was Lan Feina who, upon seeing Liang Shan extend his finger while a soft radiance seemed to light up from the void, instantly wrapping around Liang Shan's fingertip, cried out in profound shock, failing even to register Liang Shan's question. Having spoken, and seeing that Liang Shan gave no answer, she immediately darted to his side, intending to grab his finger.

Her sound professional ethics ultimately helped her swallow the anger rising in her heart. Since she had mistaken the role and greeted the wrong person, she had to carry the greeting through to the very end.

Lin Shu accepted this unorthodox praise in silence, merely keeping his head down and running at a steady pace, maintaining the same speed as Nali.

Kavala had already loaded his musket and was about to fire when Dongmen Qing pressed him down, pointing at the stone beneath their feet. Everyone understood instantly; gunpowder and lead balls were extremely limited, so they had to use them as sparingly as possible.

"What is this mute saying?" Mendoza asked Anthony, but Anthony could not decipher Dongmen Qing's sign language either.

He replied to Xiao Qiang that he did not understand the meaning behind those words, yet Xiao Qiang simply told him to engrave them firmly in his heart, adding that he would understand in the future.

"This won't do, send her to the hospital, to the hospital." Lu Yan watched Tong Leqi's condition and felt something was terribly wrong.

Immediately following that, the spiritual energy fed back from the Niwan Palace drizzled down like a fine, gentle spring rain upon every inch of his body.

The cold, cruel rain not only washed away the fresh blood on the ground but seemed to wash away the cold wind as well, extinguishing it through sheer, chilling impact.

Originally, she neither believed the words they spoke nor believed that there was any pain hidden within them.

He instinctively looked back in the direction where Di Yu had been, only to find that Di Yu's figure was long gone from the city wall.

A piercing sound carrying extreme terror rang out, filled with such panic that it seemed as though one had seen a ghost. The grey-robed boy, who had been lying on the ground wailing, caught a sudden glimpse of the descending phantom. His eyes instantly widened into perfect circles, and he dryly choked out a few syllables. His crying ceased abruptly as he scrambled and scuttled backward in a desperate retreat.

Jiang Zhuofang actually felt a bit embarrassed, so he wanted to make a joke. Who would have thought that the moment those words left his mouth, they sounded exceptionally ambiguous? Chiba Junko froze for a split second, and the corners of her lips curved into a smile.

However, Leng Yanyan refused to give up. He leaped high into the air once more, gripped his long spear, and fiercely slashed down toward Yi Yang's head.

Nevertheless, Qingluan was well aware that array formations were ultimately nothing more than auxiliary tools, and were primarily defensive in nature. Therefore, whether now or in the future, they would certainly prove useful.

Today, Hokkaido was not only a crucial transit port for Great Ming's trade with New Ming, but also an essential base for Great Ming's East China Sea Fleet. Coupled with the flourishing trade between Great Ming and Japan over recent years, Hokkaido, being closer to eastern Japan, had become a vital hub for Great Ming's commerce and cargo transit.

A battalion commander leaned against the trench, his trembling hands striking a match. He lit a blood-stained pipe in his mouth, took a fierce pull, and wisps of blue smoke drifted upward.