Chapter Ninety-Nine: Strategy

The two days of competition came to an end, and as everyone had expected, Yan Yuanqing emerged as the champion on the second day. Though it was not the final victory, it greatly boosted the morale of the Northern Association of Traditional Medicine. Meanwhile, the atmosphere among the Southern Association became subtly tense. They had once been certain of claiming the ultimate championship, but now an unexpected turn had occurred...

Huo Biao couldn’t help but be dazzled by Yun Qiumeng before him; her long, curved willow brows, the slightly aloof expression, the heavy eye makeup, and those blazing red lips lent her an air of maturity.

“Fourth Master, there are some matters at the shop I must attend to. I bid you farewell,” Lord Murong rose to take his leave. He glanced at Lin Yiming, and suddenly recalled something; the ‘Fang family’ Lin had mentioned could only be the Fang clan, one of the nine great families. No, absolutely not, such a thing cannot be allowed to happen. No matter what, people must first have food to survive—only when no one starves can they face greater challenges.

With her eyes closed, body relaxed, Han Ruobing was enjoying Tang Luo’s massage when an unusual sensation suddenly washed over her.

I knew that the Canghai school had an old ancestor of the Divine King realm, but hearing Lingyun say this, I sensed something amiss.

The other members of the Martial Division were already on guard, dodging the attack at once. When they looked back, the ground where they had stood was charred black, as if scorched by a blazing fire.

After speaking, Qin Zihao’s gaze turned cold, and he suddenly swung his arms. The enormous firebird behind him moved in tandem.

Lin Yu was right—the Super Ghost Clan, after all, are also part of Yanhuang. Like the Immortal Gates, they are guardians of order.

“You really want me to be your sister that badly?” he asked, staring fiercely at Wen Yinrao. Wen Yinrao remained silent, sobbing and accusing him of his current cruelty, as though her brother had once been truly good, but now?

“You may go now. No matter what you hear, don’t let anyone in,” Su Ci glanced at Su Qing and commanded coldly. Su Qing raised her brows, puzzled, but left without a care.

As for those before him, they were merely minor figures, insignificant puppets. Nan Kongqian had thought they would scatter when disaster struck, but now it seemed things were not as he imagined.

In truth, Xuan Shitian knew that, with Pei Zhen’s talents, what harm would there be in making him the protagonist? Though he was a martial general, he was courteous and meticulous—perhaps that’s why the girl was so devoted to him.

Leng Mu’s words did not surprise Mu Xi; he knew from the moment Leng Mu spoke that she possessed such power. Perhaps, a few days from now, the Fourth Master Ning’s family would come to Khan City and reunite with the princess—she would surely be overjoyed then.

Whoever brought this person in, it could not have been the Ghost Clan. According to King Mingxing, Li Zhiyao was meant to suffer day after day; it was impossible for anyone to suddenly act out of compassion.

The leader of the Yan Kingdom’s guards led the envoy from the Golden Phoenix Kingdom into the palace.

When the coachman heard the captain of the palace guards say they could leave, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

“No matter. As long as it doesn't hurt me, that's all that matters,” Zhang Sanfeng remarked nonchalantly.

“I want to master my own fate! I know I can!” Zhao Yan took a deep breath, striving to calm her fear. “If I can’t control my destiny, what’s the point of living?” In that instant, a bright light of conviction shone in her eyes.

Before Lin Dong struck at the Azure Snake Gang, he had a conversation with Liu Qiang—a conversation that changed the destinies of many.