Chapter 98: Advice from the Young

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The second round of the match finally ended, and when they returned to the hotel, President Zhang came over himself.

“What is it, President Zhang?” Yan Yuanqing asked flatly.

From the beginning, President Zhang had not left a good impression in Yan Yuanqing’s mind, so even though they were now on the same side, it still sat uneasily with him.

Besides Heibai Zi, there should still be six Great Demon Kings. Among such powerful figures, exchanges among them must be frequent, so even if Heibai Zi was lost, if they could locate the other six demon kings, finding Heibai Zi or the ancestral tomb of the Ancient Ape Clan would not be impossible.

Dan Bati’s words were not pickier; the meaning was straightforward. Qian Rao was an enemy of the Fo-Dao sect anyway, so if Fo Dao simply handed her over, it would not be such trouble.

The human commander tried to negotiate with them, but because of Ji Wan’s earlier imprisonment, all the envoys sent to talk were thrown out by Ming Yi and fed to the zombies.

Only later did they learn why the imperial physician had acted that way: back home, a family matter involving his pregnant wife had triggered an exceptionally severe reaction.

“Yunxiao, sister, could this perhaps be nothing more than a familiar formation, and not a mechanism at all? However I look at it, it never feels like one,” Yang Xinyi said as she sat up.

He Xiang moved through the crowd and, once he entered the light-shielded zone, did not fly. He landed instead. The ground was crowded and most had modest cultivation, while the sky was too exposed, and those up there were proud practitioners of no small calibre.

Yunxi glanced at the hand gripping hers, tried to pull away, and then, biting her lip, allowed Zhuo Yunxiao to keep hold of her hand as she followed behind her out.

After Tang Huan entered the mall, Su Ying had thought she planned to buy clothes or bags, but she had never imagined Tang Huan would pull her straight into a men’s store.

But now Ji Wan no longer felt that way. Even if it was a nuisance, it was a lovable nuisance.

Qian Rao only then tilted her head slightly. “My lord, might you refrain from placing your hand just anywhere? She was, after all, a person of rank and standing.”

Liang Chen lifted his head and scanned the surroundings. This was still the deep underground fault belt; it was impossible for bright light to break out from here. So where was the light ahead coming from?

That hardly mattered. The Great Turmoil had only just begun, and in a war as chaotic as this, wuhun were the easiest to seize. Liu Cheng had even set up a net that could swallow a great number of wuhun at one bite. So although Huang Chao made no move, Liu Cheng was in no hurry either—sooner or later, they were his.

“Marshal, we as well are willing to die with General Lu,” over three hundred centurions knelt beside Lu Sheng.

Yet he was, after all, an old man. He needed the warmth of family and the joy of home life.

Qin Yang did not rush to inspect the battlefield. He made an end at the right moment. Even if another Grand Priest truly fell over there, he had no intention of going.

“Hm, Sister Qian, how do you know that is Muqing Mountain?” Purple Emperor asked in confusion. By his reckoning, Dongfang Qian should have arrived only after Muqing Mountain had taken dragon form.

The newcomer was Boss Wang—broad-shouldered, big-bellied, all flesh. A gold chain as thick as a finger hung around his neck, and several bright gold rings glittered on his fingers. He was pure, unmistakable 24-karat opulence.

“I wish I could still be the silly girl I once was, but I can’t now. Brother Liang Chen, do you understand?” Nanguan Mingyue gave Liang Chen a crafty smile.

First among the places that Liu Cheng had “favored” was the barracks, already raised to level six. As one of the most important structures in the domain, Liu Cheng wanted to see what changes a sixth-level barracks brought.

Especially for officials like them, Emperor Jingkang’s grip was tight; they dared not take bribes. Making big deals with partners was no better. Whether they lacked capital or had it, even then, he still feared losing in the end.