Chapter 54 Extremely Demanding

A silent atmosphere enveloped the great hall, and Chen Yuanzong inexplicably felt a surge of nervousness.

Beneath Mu Changsheng, the elder who had just greeted Chen Yuanzong at the mountain gate now bore an expression of grave seriousness, though when it had appeared was unclear.

He glanced at Chen Yuanzong and understood why, despite his intense questioning earlier, the man refused to reveal anything—this matter was indeed of utmost importance.

The Miro Sect was the life-and-death enemy of their Jin Yuan Sect; over the years, the rivalry between the two sects had never ceased...

Once they left, Bai He’s eyes gleamed with a strange light. She cast a cold glance toward Xia Hongmang, her gaze filled with disdain.

When he had gone to the Xia residence to seek marriage, he had brought a grand entourage of over a thousand people with gifts. Such a spectacle had stirred not only the imperial palace but the entire Eastern Zuo Kingdom. Now that the engagement was broken off, naturally, they wished to keep it quiet. Xia Hongmang, after all, understood him and had preserved some dignity for him.

Hua Weilu felt the relentless pushing from the man had finally ceased, so she settled back down to sleep peacefully. Yet, upon her lips rested something soft, tender, and warm, exuding an alluring fragrance.

The marshal fixed his gaze on Yuan Zhenwei’s eyes. At that moment, he realized he did not fully understand his father. Although he knew his father was angry, he also knew his father's words were sincere.

Without the formation, perhaps Shangguan Yan combined with Qianxun’s skills could rival anyone.

Lady Zhang Jia shook her head at Hongli. With Nalan in pain, she would never gamble with her own life.

An Yujing was intelligent and perceptive; upon hearing those two words, many layers of meaning unfolded in her heart.

Yet at this moment, Yuan Xiao did not look at her but was lost in thought. His brother had always been in Yunshan County? It seemed Han Feibai had not lied, but why did Han Feibai not tell the Hidden Sect?

Xia Mo spoke as she walked out, sending someone to call Shen Qing to watch over Murong Heng. Hearing Xia Mo’s summons, Shen Qing immediately entered the room.

“Why do you persist in this?” Behind him, a voice tinged with inexplicable emotion—Duanmu Rong’s—spoke softly.

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Lu Chen was overjoyed. Once he cultivated the three Longevity Pills, he would live to two hundred and eleven years old, matching the lifespan of practitioners at the Second Realm.

“It’s strange; I thought He would do something to you, but it seems nothing happened?”

At this time, although Wang Gui served as an aide under General Yue Fei, he truly regarded Yue Fei as a brother.

The main road where the Eight Prefecture Inspectors were about to pass was already crowded, filled with onlookers and common folk hoping to stop the procession to plead their grievances.

Old Lady Nalan and Gu Qingcheng’s father, Gu Tianqi, were merely two among countless affected individuals. Though he had saved these two, many missing persons remained beyond his reach.

The old woman across the street was so amused she laughed, then spoke a few words to Sun Qing before asking when she would return to her natal home.

Seeing me and Li Jian, Tang Yuyan came over, took my hand, and led me to the fire escape, with Li Jian hurrying after.

The Hellhound Beast King watched this scene with eyes nearly bursting in rage; if this continued, wouldn’t it become utterly isolated?

She was unwilling to let Wen repeatedly shred her last remaining pride, especially since charity lasted only so long.

Yet such a price had to be paid, a loss for a gain; suppressing with overwhelming force would not yield the greatest benefit.

Having said this, the two withdrew. Nangong Huoqi reclined against a soft couch, gazing at the bright moon outside the window, quietly sighing.

In the sixth month of the same year came the grand imperial consort ceremony. Though all knew the new consort’s appearance was plain, none had ever seen her face. She was bestowed the title Jing, favored above all in the six palaces, renowned throughout the world.

Even if the Cloud Sword was stained with blood, it should have drunk the blood of the battlefield, befitting its lofty ambition. Now, the Cloud Sword was stained instead with the blood of a scheming, ruthless imperial concubine who nearly overturned the court—a disgrace to the sword.

“Second brother.” Leng Yaoming stood straight and tall like a pine tree beside Lord Leng, expressionless as he nodded at Leng Yaowu.

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The pressure radiating from Yan’s body was overwhelming; they simply could not endure it. Rather than die here, it was better to preserve their lives and wait until entering the Netherworld Gorge before proceeding.

Flames swept across, blue smoke curling, sandalwood incense transforming into drifting clouds above the ancestral tablet.

Leading the ancestral rites personally, only to have the ancestral tablets collapse simultaneously—anyone unaware might think Leng Zhongguo had committed some grievous offense provoking heaven’s wrath.

In the end, Beibei produced the jade token of the Ye family’s head house, seized authority as head of the family, and handed it to her cousin.

Once, some human ancestors had been arranged for blessings. Now they finally comprehended Xiao Fei’s painstaking intentions. Indeed, a great calamity had once fallen upon this world, but that disaster had been man-made.

Qin Feng took advantage of this to don his mask, adjusting his tight-fitting clothes. Wearing such attire for the first time felt awkward—perhaps his innate endowment below was extraordinary; otherwise, why had the old man been unbothered?

“If his school is so excellent, why choose to come to our Sixty Middle School?” someone questioned.

The bald giant before them, smiling amiably, was undoubtedly a near-wizard warrior poised to break into the wizard realm. Standing too close, even Grimm—a novice apprentice—struggled to withstand the terrifying mental radiation he unconsciously emitted.

“The poor monk sealed this groundhog’s chaos sculpture inside the Buddhist prayer beads. Now, with the additional seal of the Battle Sect’s Water Tower, even if he overcomes his inner demons, he cannot break free anytime soon,” Jin Deng explained.

Everyone was utterly shocked by Hao Ren’s display. Prior to witnessing this scene, they had refused to believe the Ten Thousand Thunder Tribulation could be withstood, but now the undeniable truth was before their eyes—disbelief was futile.