Chapter Seventy-One: Interesting

Yang Rui arrived uninvited, yet Lou Yu felt little aversion. Yang Rui, the heir of the Prince of Qi, was already twenty-two years old and had spent many years honing his skills at the Prince's side. Aside from the Prince himself, Yang Rui was the most esteemed figure in the Prince's mansion. If the Prince was absent, Yang Rui was his sole representative. Lou Yu regarded himself as the head of the eldest branch of the Lou family, but after all, he was only a ten-year-old child. Moreover, the so-called eldest branch had long ceased to exist. Lou Hu had been gone for many years.

This man’s temperament was truly erratic—sometimes clever, sometimes foolish. And now he even wished to tease his own disciple? Lian Yuncheng was somewhat displeased.

Feng Lin nodded here; no wonder Wen Renyuan would enter the Soul Artifact Realm—it was likely because the inhabitants of that world were weaker, and it was a new type of realm. The power of the Seven Stars was surely there.

At this moment, Lian Yuncheng’s heart bloomed with joy; he felt that his decision to insist on keeping Xiang Jian was of vital importance.

Qi Tianshou wobbled through dozens of meters of ‘high altitude’, but something went awry; the cloud mist beneath his feet suddenly vanished, and Qi Tianshou, stepping into nothingness, plummeted from the sky.

Especially those who had never ventured out before—they found it novel, eager to follow and witness just how wicked men could be.

Take now, for instance: after President Roosevelt appointed Marshall as Army Chief of Staff, only then did he formally grant him the rank of Major General.

As soon as Feng Lin left, a powerful surge of spiritual energy appeared, far stronger than Feng Lin’s earlier exuberance.

Yet, if the King of Destiny were to speak thus with the Queen Mother, life for himself and the Jade Rabbit would become quite difficult.

But this shout was not followed by conversation—it was followed by a punch. The blow came with such suddenness that Bai Wudi was caught off guard, struck in the chest—no! Bai Wudi, possessing an almost indescribable status, narrowly evaded, and the punch landed squarely in the air.

“I’ve learned something today. They sent only a platoon, and even with our company holding the advantage of terrain, we couldn’t hold them off.” Bruce, leader of the first platoon of the spearhead company, First Battalion, 30th Infantry Division, spat curses as he strode out after the exercise ended.

At that moment, vast power descended upon the ancient golden tree where the Golden-winged Roc rested. Yang Qi appeared before the Roc clan’s patriarch, Sage Facing Heaven.

Yang Qi had been in the Gate of Deification for two years and had already grasped much of its inner workings. Of course, within the sect, there were higher figures—such as the sect master and certain elders—whose cultivation levels remained unknown to all.

Yun Poxiao’s gaze swept over the Divine Phoenix; his eyes held a trace of complexity. That look brought instant understanding to the Divine Phoenix: in her recent unconsciousness, she must have witnessed many buried secrets, which explained her sharp gaze upon awakening.

“Boom!” The heavy punch missed, creating a deep crater not far in front of Wu Kong. In an instant, dust coated him, turning him into a clay figure.

The world’s greatest anticipation is not the drifting of clouds, nor the transformation of seas and fields, but the blossoming of tomorrow.

Suddenly, a golden whirlwind rippled through the entire venue. All present felt a suffocating pressure deep within their hearts, as if tasting the devouring power of an ancient divine beast. One after another, the governors were subdued, and the Golden Throne soared upward.

This day could be called Tang Yaotian’s most radiant day within the Lingyun Sect. Although since his arrival he had brought shock after shock, only this time did he truly reveal his worth to all.

“Because she is the Lady of the City!” Ye Wuhuan roared in fury. “You haven’t even grown all your hair, and you dare compete with the City Lord for his lady? Are you tired of living?”

“What does the sound of snow falling resemble?” Qin Qing was deeply curious about Gao Jianli’s words, but no matter how she strained her ears, she could not hear it.