Chapter 114: Malicious Rivalry, Clash of Sages

The Ancestral Witch Ru Shou and the Great Witch Jiu Li received their orders and took up posts in the West. One moved into the Western Pangu Temple, while the other began construction on the Western Golden Sky Academy.

Jie Yin gazed toward the Western Pangu Temple from afar, weighed his options, shook his head, and turned to head toward the Golden Sky Academy instead.

Logically speaking, if Jie Yin, having attained sainthood, wished to purge the Ancestral Cult forces from the Western world, he should strike at the core and clear out the Western Pangu Temple. But what was the Pangu Temple? It was one of the five temples established by the Witch Tribe to honor the Primordial Ancestor God of the Great Desolation.

Li Yuntong pondered his words for a while before realizing that Jia Mujie had committed the grave taboo of challenging the divine right of the emperor. Under the vast heavens, all land belongs to the monarch. Any rare treasure or auspicious omen should be presented level by level to the throne. By sneakily trying to prolong his life under the guise of illness, Jia Mujie had crossed a dangerous line.

Qin Wenyu looked at him with reddened eyes. "How much did you drink last night? Such words are utterly absurd; surely this was just some dream you had."

No sooner had Bu Feifan spoken than a slender figure emerged slowly from the woods.

He enunciated the phrase "simple and profound" with heavy emphasis, his languid, unrestrained tone making it sound extraordinarily suggestive.

The Divine Realm naturally preferred not to interfere and was happy to see things unfold as they did. Even if they chose not to intervene, it would not be awkward, but for Feng Qi to state so bluntly that the Demon Realm intended to step in... what was she planning?

Po Bugui smashed another keyboard. "Let's see who still harbors unrealistic fantasies about the side stories." He sneered.

Yi Han moved his foot nonchalantly, and a vine coiled around an object, sending it silently toward the east.

Then, after Uncle and Uncle Zuo He had been ravaged by that sentence dozens of times, Huo Fanyin finally moved on.

Xu Yun nodded, then insisted on carrying me to the bed and letting me lie down to rest. Under normal circumstances, I certainly would not have complied, but for the sake of "convenience"—to let him go seek help from Ruan Qing—I pretended to be exhausted and closed my eyes to rest.

It was truly Ye Chonglang; from this angle, there was no mistake. It was unclear how many days this had been going on. His face was chillingly pale, his lips devoid of color, and dark circles bruised the skin beneath his eyes. She even felt his gaze flickering in and out of focus; he might have heard Qin Rao speaking, but he likely could not make out the words.

Tsunade was no match for Tianxiu. Before long, she was gasping for breath, glaring at Tianxiu in stony silence.

"I haven't found my sister yet, but perhaps she is safe somewhere else," Lin Feng comforted himself.

My body jolted, and my mind cleared instantly. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a pitch-black cotton-padded jacket sitting by my bed.

At the same time, he pinned my knees down with force. A piercing pain shot through me, and I couldn't help but groan, my vision nearly blacking out as I teetered on the edge of unconsciousness.

Occupying the numerical advantage, Lin Zhonglong remained perfectly steady. Benefiting from the Blue Line and Black Orb bonuses, he whittled the Roadhog down to half health with three shots, still having enough composure to coordinate tactical maneuvers that completely cut off the Roadhog’s escape.

The stalemate continued for a month. Jingzhou remained a battlefield, the hundred-thousand-strong army still unable to take Jiangxia, and Sun Ce and Cao Cao remained locked in a standoff between Jiangling and Xiangyang.

Nangong Liuyun and Wang Jian searched for the zombie leader. Having been caught in the heat of battle, they hadn't paid attention, and only now realized the creature was nowhere to be found.

Driven by a fierce desire for revenge, Chu Yunshan suddenly steeled himself. He rose and walked slowly toward the door, his expression filled with cold resolve.

This was Liu Yue’s voice, and it was also the true reflection of everyone present. It was clear that everyone had finished charging their energy, and Lin Feng saw no reason to tangle with him any further.

These were the roses Liu Hao had obtained through check-ins; for two or three weeks in a row, roses were all he had received.

"There is one more thing that makes me hesitate," Mrs. Lü said, recalling what she had heard at the residence of Princess Jinyang.

Just look—before, the two of them had been quite passionate, but these days, whether because they had lost two cities or were simply feeling out of sorts, they had become listless in that regard as well.

"Playing you? How could I be playing you? Everything I said is the truth!" Chu Jiutian widened his eyes, sounding righteous and indignant.

Lady Wang had no intention of keeping her. Seeing her prepare to leave, she arranged for a matron to escort her out through the hanging flower gate.

These Taoists were the last batch of criminals rounded up from the Northern Gloomy Continent, and today, with the cooperation of the local king, they were to be beheaded at noon.

Xu Xu applied the Amplitude Technique directly to this punch. Though he threw only one, three muffled thuds echoed when his fist made contact with Morita Jiro’s flank.

When Xian Jiujiu saw the brownish box, roughly the size of a palm, in Ping'er’s hand, she took it and sniffed, surprised by the faint, lingering fragrance it emitted.

The Eighth Concubine hadn't paid much mind to it at the time, for she had her own agenda. She assumed that as long as she served the master well, she could have whatever she wished. After all, she had heard that the master disliked his wife, and she imagined that one day, she might become the mistress herself.

Zhaoya remained silent. The pathologically directionless one then used a cotton swab dipped in distilled water to gently hold and slowly wipe the blood flowing past Zhaoya’s ear.

White smoke rose under the torrential rain, and an occasional flash of lightning illuminated the bloody corners of the Imperial Capital.

The various Viscounts, who had been quietly grooming their own handpicked kin within the hunting squads, were similarly dissatisfied with the ugly faces shown by the lower-ranking clansmen. Not wanting to see chances for promotion slip through their fingers, they weighed the pros and cons and decided on a strategy of delay.

When Yue Anming brought up the gold mine and the divine object in Yan Lian’s possession at the New Year's Eve palace banquet, Yan Lian, Beichen Ao, and the Emperor immediately realized that Yue Anming had his sights set on that item, which was why he was willing to trade the gold mine for it.

Each sect possessed countless innate disciples spread across the various provinces of the continent. There were hundreds of thousands of Heaven-Stealing disciples, tens of thousands of Law-Peering disciples, hundreds of Elders in the Legendary Realm, dozens in the Spirit-Refining Realm, and at least three Heaven-Merging Immortals.