Chapter 147: Future Plans

“What is your second request?” Chen Jingchuan asked.

“Brother Chen, do you know about the desolate area where the eastern and southern parts of the city meet? I went there once. There are two factories there, as well as an unfinished one,” Jiang Budong said.

Chen Jingchuan nodded. “There is indeed such a place. The government is also quite troubled by it at present...

As the First Vice Leader, Yan Shouchang’s cultivation was far higher than Ling Donglang’s. He, too, was in the middle stage of the Spirit Aperture Realm.

Yet Li Mo’s eyes held a trace of clarity. Although he could not keep up with Chao Yi’s speed, his Spirit-Sensing Eyes could still catch his movements.

With a thunderous crash, countless demon beasts slammed violently into the city gate, while some of them struck the city wall.

He firmly believed that she had recognized Shen Yi, but he did not understand what her furrowed brows signified.

When the soldiers around them heard this, the fear in their hearts vanished. They knew that the distance between the Half-Step Void-Shattering Realm and the Great Completion of the Martial Life Realm was immense. What they did not know was that the person who had reached the Great Completion of the Martial Life Realm was Long Yang—a man who had created miracles.

Then his heart tightened as he realized that, after being reborn, his character seemed to have become far more resilient. Even after striking with such merciless cruelty moments ago, he had not hesitated in the slightest.

If he had a choice, Yan Feng would rather face the whole Divine Realm’s assault than confront a supreme God Lord. But Yi Tian’s safety was at stake. For the sake of his friend, for the sake of his brother, he had no choice but to fight with all his strength.

Yuan Tiangang had not yet recovered from his shock. He merely lifted the corner of his eye, indicating that he had heard my question.

Before this, they had never imagined that a disciple of the Heaven-Inquiring Gate—the foremost heavenly sect on the continent—would appear at one of the four great academies in the imperial capital. Nor had they imagined that this person would be an important figure of the Heaven-Inquiring Gate, one who had mastered the extraordinary art known as the Heaven-and-Earth Finger.

Suddenly, the True King’s Divine Throne stiffened. His outstretched right hand was only a few inches from Long Xi’s face, yet it trembled faintly, unable to move forward even half an inch.

Although Imperial Physician Jiang had arrived at a suspiciously opportune moment, no one had the leisure to question it. They hurriedly invited him inside.

Xiao Yan gave him several pills and sent him away. He then began examining the place. It was already in a state of severe disrepair, and many beggars had taken up residence there. Filth and disorder were everywhere.

The wondrous wine flowed to his lips once more. The scent was the same, as was the searing sensation, yet all it brought him was barely enough strength to speak. He could feel his body growing cold, could feel the surroundings gradually blurring and darkening. He could even hear indistinct cries beside his ear: It was Susu, sweetly calling, “Brother Junhe.”

Su Yirong looked terrible, and her voice was heavy with gloom. “Butler Cui, what exactly happened? I do not want an evasive answer. Tell me the truth.” She stared into his eyes and questioned him one word at a time.

Because Jie had drafted the imperial edict and reported it to Emperor Shizong, he suspected that Hu Yingjia had acted under Xu Jie’s instructions, which deepened his dissatisfaction and resentment toward Xu Jie.

Perhaps he had thought of his mother, the Worthy Consort. His hand clutched tightly at the left side of his chest, and tears seemed to glisten at the corners of his eyes, though she could not see clearly.

Xie Junhe suddenly understood why Chu Tiankuo no longer wished to see him. He also suddenly understood the weight of the inscription behind the Chrysanthemum Hermit’s Tomb.

Back then, Guo Lin had been drawn into the tower by accident by the “Grim Reaper.” Beyond it lay an endless, desolate graveyard.

Gao Yuting gazed at him, her eyes brimming with delight. Then, as if she had suddenly thought of something else, her face flushed red once more.

“Yingying, are you all right? I heard that you were ill, so I came to see you.” When He Rong learned that Qin Yaying was unwell, she went to inquire after her. As luck would have it, she ran into Wen Heng, who was bringing Qin Yaying lunch, and came along with him.

The next second, Qin Tian felt Sima Hao’s probing gaze shoot toward them like lightning.

The unease in Qin Yaying’s heart was something he understood. Perhaps she was simply too afraid of losing him, and that was why she felt so insecure. Perhaps she was afraid that everything before her was merely a dream, and that was why she clung to him so tightly. She wanted to feel his presence for real—to reassure herself that this man truly remained by her side.