Chapter 111: Live-Streaming the Tribulation Crossing

Several days passed in the blink of an eye. Since returning, Lin Qingyun hadn’t had a chance to rest properly; the Demon Calamity Army had numerous preparations that needed to be made in advance.

Almost every day, new requests came from Wuyong’s side—none of which he could handle alone.

Fortunately, Brother Chao now commanded a team of hundreds, with ample funds. They were mobilizing personnel to continuously deliver supplies to Wuyong through Ziyuan.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingyun ignored the Lin Pharmaceutical Group and instead engaged with the sea.

Elsewhere, Xiao Yun, who clearly overheard the conversation of the three cloaked figures, pondered quietly.

With this arrangement in place, all the witty speeches of the master of ceremonies and the meticulous arrangements for the wedding ceremony suddenly seemed trivial in comparison.

“Precisely, the ‘Demon God’ is one of the twelve principal deities of the ‘Divine Alliance’!” Su Yanyue stepped closer, looking at the corpse of the player with the red name on the ground, a clear sneer on her face.

Mr. Hang forced a smile and said, “That’s good.” Yet, the furrow in his brow betrayed his lingering worries.

As for the eye that was once said might go blind, perhaps by the grace of heaven, it gradually healed and became like that of a normal child.

After a moment, the teahouse quieted down. Only one person remained at a table, two faced each other, the tea master behind the counter, and Tong Jiunian outside the window.

These people varied in size and stature—some fat, some thin; some tall, some short; some strong, some weak—but none appeared to be ordinary mortals.

The clients were extremely excited, their spirits soaring, their joy boundless.

The atmosphere in the mansion had been somewhat heavy these past few days, like dark clouds hanging low in the sky. Yet now, within Baoshan Hall, the gloom lifted. Smiles adorned everyone’s faces, filling the air with festive cheer.

As a result, Han Sansheng ran over a hundred miles, until about an hour before the Dragon Tiger Bone Painting technique reached its limit. Only then did he transform back into human form, clenching his fists with apparent reluctance. After the cooldown of the spell, he changed back into his tiger form and sped off toward Yeming Village.

To be fair, although Wang Xiaomin and Li Hao quarreled a bit, they still understood proper decorum in front of others. Their speech was measured, lacking the earlier frivolity and restlessness.

Within the darkened vision, a man stood far off, bare-chested, bent forward with his head lowered, resembling a corpse beneath a shaft of light.

The Empress Dowager nodded with a smile, though the expression on her lips was somewhat forced. At that moment, Zhu Bi lifted the curtain and entered. Mu Ximei had intended to avoid her gaze but, seeing her reddened eyes, felt a pang of sadness. Had something happened?

“General Li, what’s wrong? Are you feeling some hesitation?” Pei Xingyan asked curiously. Judging by the day’s battle, he believed Li Shimin was courageous, always leading from the front, even sustaining a minor wound without leaving the city walls.

Upon hearing the delivery was from Wu Hai, Li Fang frowned and immediately called him.

“Yes, yes, of course you can call me at 2 a.m.,” Yang Lefan quickly smiled apologetically, afraid that a misstep would anger Yue Yue again, which would take a long time to soothe.

Hearing Biru call her by name for the first time, Mu Ximei was momentarily stunned but then averted her eyes, unwilling to meet Biru’s clear gaze.

Ling Yanyu’s delicate body trembled slightly, her face full of surprise as she looked at Jiang Yi, utterly confused by his actions.

Within the time it took Li Yuanji to flee and finish a meal, over twenty thousand Tang soldiers had completely collapsed, scattering in all directions, each cursing their parents for not giving them two more legs.

“I think you should stay away from Bartie Crouch. After all, he can’t even remember your name,” Charlie said meaningfully, patting Percy on the shoulder.

“That’s good. The Heavenly Vein is difficult to forge. It seems my junior brothers have caught a glimmer of hope,” Chu Weiliang said with mild joy.