49 Escape

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Wu Tian waited in the shadows, unable to reveal himself casually. Yan Luo was still with the Xu family and had yet to arrive in the capital. Thus, the only person Du Yu could consult now was the Old Man of Destiny.

The soldiers suddenly understood—it was a two-birds-with-one-stone plan. Not only could they find the disruptive “enemy,” but they could also use the opportunity to train the troops. Why wouldn’t they embrace such a perfect strategy?

With Du Yu as their guide this time, they encountered no real danger entering the tomb. Du Yu easily overcame all the traps inside, making it unnecessary for anyone to scout ahead.

“Heh heh! Just look over there at your own side, hahaha!” Facing the disdain from Master Udon, the two Golden Core elders of the Blood Blade Sect quickly retorted without yielding.

The detoxification process went remarkably smoothly. The corpse poison, once seemingly incurable, was relentlessly eradicated by the power of the Yellow Springs, leaving no trace behind.

The greedy contenders rushed forward, transforming into dazzling streaks of light as they charged toward midnight.

However, it proved their guards were useless. Before entering the capital’s territory, all seven corpses’ souls had already dissipated, leaving no breath of life.

Bai Liulu was completely devoid of her usual domineering manner, meekly boarding the carriage like a gentle lamb. She changed into her military uniform inside.

“What’s going on? Could it be that this ancient sea beast’s strength was so overwhelming its corpse is extraordinary, not something a mere drop of eighth-grade essence blood can refine?” Xian Cun pondered and considered this possibility.

The Nalan clan erupted in fury, lunging madly at the Lin family members as if possessed by madness.

Those who had ascended to the Supreme Inheritance stage all held formidable trump cards. Huo Ziyin faintly sensed that Lü Fengxian still had some hidden strength.

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Fan Zhao was astonished and vaguely guessed who the father of the three princes of the Ming dynasty was. Chief Steward Feng barked, “Guards, take Hongli and Fan Zhao and the others down to the underground dungeon and keep a close watch.” Suddenly, a door in the wall behind Fan Zhao swung open, and two richly dressed guards escorted Qianlong out.

Excellent! Based on the marks inside the bottle, I can prove from its characteristics that it is a high-grade porcelain piece from the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern dynasties, convincing experts in the field beyond doubt.

Afterwards, Haifeng opened the gate to the terrace and descended the stairs. The moment he stepped down, a terrifying ghost without skin, its entire body soaked in blood, appeared on the terrace. But soon after, the ghost vanished without a trace.

Lin Zeming and Li Yan’s words unintentionally provoked the old Taoist’s stubbornness, igniting his desire to argue fiercely.

As for He Liun’s ignorance, the nomadic economy’s dependence on the agrarian economy and their mutual exchanges formed the foundation of thousands of years of communication between the Central Plains and the northern grasslands. What does the grassland need? Everything—people, crops, and most importantly, iron tools.

Lin Yichen was caught off guard by Yang Huiru’s words. He rubbed his nose, blushing as he looked at her, somewhat blaming her for not consulting him before revealing this matter. Now, he was at a loss about how to deal with Hu Tian.

Some young eunuchs lowered their heads and chuckled, as they believed the iron tools on the marquis’s back were meant for offering to the immortals.

After pondering for a while, Song Xun’s computer beeped with an alert. He approached and pressed a few keys; the screen displayed a portrait of Jiang Xuanpei.

Huo Ziyin looked at him in surprise, showing no sign of avoidance as a needle prick pierced directly into his mind.

Yun Lingyuan nodded, but both remained anxious. They knew well what level Palace Twelve belonged to. Zi Huo was still injured, and their battle had dragged on too long. But now, what else could they do but wait?

Yun Lingyuan was tightly strung. Having just witnessed the entire village slaughtered, if Master Yun were to suffer another blow, it would be the final straw to break her.

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“Please, please,” Qiao Xinmei clasped her hands together, looking pitiful. Her expression immediately drew envious glances from the male classmates watching.

It didn’t seem to be mealtime, and there were few diners. In a corner of the courtyard under a tree, a group was enjoying hot pot outdoors. Inside the main hall, only scattered tables held three to five guests, some eating dishes, others drinking tea and chatting, all appearing leisurely and comfortable.

Having finished speaking, Gu Gangjin elegantly soared into the air as if by magic. Beneath his feet, a faint layer of cloud mist naturally supported him. Without any magic artifact or incantation, he rose casually—truly a technique of the immortals.

Li Tianyu smiled at her, his smile even more pronounced. Su Siniang glared at him for a long moment before suddenly turning her head and seeing Wang Shouhu pretending not to laugh with his head bowed.

“Gaga, I still don’t quite understand, but I can tell you’re not fooling me,” Yan Yutian said, flapping his wings and trying to fly. He barely managed to lift half a foot off the ground.

Wang Shouhu was at a loss for words. He knew that in such a short time, even a sage would have few solutions, and the human race was in no hurry.

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