Chapter 81: The Alliance of the Four Sects

A few days later, a grand and majestic bell tolled from the main peak of the Azure Cloud Sect. It rang nine times in succession, its sound spreading in all directions, so clear that even at the remote Luoyun Peak it could be distinctly heard. The bell's tone was deep and distant, carrying with it a sense of solemnity and summoning. Bai Yue Ning was practicing her sword techniques in the courtyard; upon hearing the bell, she halted her movements and lifted her gaze toward the main peak. These nine chimes were extraordinary, reserved only for occasions when the sect had significant matters to announce.

A decree from the sect—every inner disciple...

Although the sandstorms outside were not something they could withstand here, for Dong Bufan, he had the ability to gather them all, and lead them away together if he wished.

Hui Xin had accompanied them at the manor for more than a month before returning to the prince's residence, claiming her health was poor and so she came back early. The heir, Xie Shunping, was still training his troops abroad and seemed intent on testing his mettle against Qin Wulang’s forces in Jiangnan, so he had not been at the prince's residence for quite some time.

Meanwhile, the twelve young hackers had already sent the recording of Linda and Fan Xiaotong’s conversation in the restroom to Mu Lengqian’s phone.

Leng Manyan gathered wind energy, lifting the coffin and herself into the sky. Bai Xiao and Ji Yao, along with four others, followed suit, spreading their wings and carrying the coffin as they slowly ascended behind Leng Manyan.

Mu Xuanyang shed his outer garment and reclined half on the couch. Caisang brought a quilt for the crown prince and pressed it over him, and Mu Xuanyang fell asleep just so.

To go to the Ink Gate, with the master's protection, it would be relatively safe, but the journey was perilous; to return to Yan Kingdom, the situation was uncertain and fraught with danger, though the road was comparatively safer.

At the same time, she had a vague premonition that this was likely the moment they had been waiting for.

Yingluo cursed loudly, but Wei Nong kept her eyes fixed on Yunchen, her expression utterly unmoved.

Zhou Wuhai's physical body collapsed here, and his soul was utterly shattered in this place as well.

Acting on impulse was always Leng Manyan’s style; she gripped the Demon-Breaking Pearl tightly, immediately closed her eyes, and began to absorb the battle energy within it. Meanwhile, Long Xiaofeng and Zhan Xian’er had not noticed a thing.

"Hehe, who would have thought this neutral contestant could keep his composure so well? But now, it's hard to say who will win or lose in the end," Mike stared intently at the neutral contestant, his words full of genuine admiration.

With a sigh, Cheng Yunhe watched as the broken sword gleamed red, blades fell across the enemy ranks, and the white-robed figures lay prostrate. Silence reigned, broken only by the faint gurgling from their throats as they struggled on the brink between life and death. The ground was awash with blood—a scene of carnage.

Of course, at the moment of bone renewal, the old village chief closed his eyes forever, while Zhao Gan was reborn. Perhaps this, too, was a form of life's continuation.

When drafting the decree for the emperor, some suspected that Hu Yingjia acted under Xu Jie’s instructions, thus deepening their dissatisfaction and resentment toward Xu Jie.

For many mercenaries, this was already a luxury; some went months without bathing, and when they returned to Coriano City, the stench clung to them.

Ye Chengxuan ignored her, merely asking calmly, "Was it Siqin who sent you to the barren hills?"

The young man paid him no heed: "You’d best heal your wounds first. Find an inn, mention the name of the Zhu Yu Sword Sect, and they’ll let you stay on credit. If you agree after you’ve recovered, come to the sect and find me. I have matters to attend to, so I can't stay." With that, he turned away, took the fox-fur cloak from the elder, draped it over his shoulders, and hung his sword at his waist.

The judge flipped open the alchemist’s name from the box of approved pills and registered them one by one, then immediately returned to the arena to announce the results. As expected, Xiao Yan passed with ease, as did Feng Feiyang and Ying Wushuang—their reputations were nearly unrivaled.