Chapter 117: The Four Treasures of Wuyi Mountain

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Emperor Cang led a large force toward the Suiren Tribe. The Human Emperor’s Suiren Tribe was already visible in the distance.

Suddenly—

Ancestral Shaman Candle Jiuyin tore through space and appeared before Emperor Cang and the others.

It turned out that, before setting out, Emperor Cang had personally asked Ancestral Shaman Di Jiang and Ancestral Shaman Candle Jiuyin to make a trip to Mount Wuyi in search of a supreme treasure.

Now that Candle Jiuyin had appeared, it seemed that there was news of the treasure Emperor Cang had been seeking.

Sure enough—

Upon seeing Emperor Cang, Candle Jiuyin...

Although Chu Feng still did not know what sort of reputation Zhao Xiong would acquire, one thing was certain: it would definitely not be a pleasant one.

The soldiers’ silence made Xia Yina’s heart leap straight into her throat. In her anxiety, she could no longer bother concealing her identity or keeping a low profile, and directly revealed who she was.

The rules were simple. A participant would lose upon being knocked to the ground, while they did not need to defeat the examiner; performing well was enough.

At that moment, numerous Great Emperors and dark entities halted their battles and stared in astonishment toward that direction.

Sun Weidong’s abnormal actions not only failed to make Pei Donglai lower his guard; on the contrary, they made him even more vigilant.

Just as Murong Kuang was showing Xiao Yue and the other visiting young experts around the imperial capital, a major event was taking place beyond the endless reaches of space and time.

It was already early April. Before long, the rainy season would arrive, and the Jiangnan region, with its frequent rainfall, was unsuitable for warfare. A few days earlier, word had come that Wu Jie had won a tremendous victory—one that made his plan to recover Jingxiang all the more promising. Yet two months had passed, and neither the sovereign nor the court had sent any word.

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Yet only a few seconds later, the players fled alongside me. Why? Because the Ghost Knight King had just casually swung his weapon and instantly killed more than a dozen players. Naturally, the others were terrified and ran with me.

An Lingxi came out, looked over the plates in our hands with satisfaction, and then dragged us inside.

Before Pei Donglai could state the third condition, the few hooligans who had attacked earlier raised their hands and began savagely slapping their own faces. The smacks rang out loudly.

It was Jiang Zhiyuan calling. He said that he would be closing his shop temporarily for the next few days and wanted to drive to the nearby cities for a two-day trip to clear his mind. He asked whether Jiang Yuan wanted to come along; if she was busy, she could send Jiang Mingyue over to him.

“Very well,” the voices said together, as one after another they headed toward the Fallen City.

After Old Master Gu had narrowly escaped death, his lingering obsession was no longer so strong. In the past, he might still have thought of ways to bring the two together, but now he no longer had the inclination.

Her elder brother was renowned throughout the Great Zhou, but what good did that do? And as for the other brothers in the household, each harbored ulterior motives. None was as considerate as Liu Yunge’s brother.

Before long, his mental power locked onto a certain area: a cavern beneath the white mist of the seal.

Hogsmeade Village had not yet been officially constructed, but extracting it from the system would take only a second. The crucial point was that Deng Lidu had to select the location and the types of buildings in advance.

“All right, young master.” After Sebastian spoke, it was not long before the helicopter rose into the air and disappeared from Xuancheng’s field of vision.

The moment she boarded, she glanced around and saw that everyone was seated according to the assigned places. Without the slightest hesitation, she walked over to Lu Chuan. When he rose, she supported herself with one hand on the back of the seat in front, turned sideways, and slipped into the empty window seat.

Yan Lichen had already eaten earlier, so neither of them thought the food was inedible. They therefore calmly placed it into their mouths.

“You may enter the palace, but you must first be castrated.” Xuancheng’s calm expression left Xu Fu utterly stunned.

At the time, it had merely relied on a fully charged rage meter. Thinking back carefully, Ye’s palm was cold with fear as well. For the Witchcraft-Killing God to be capable of using combined techniques was truly bizarre.

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Mi Jianzhong was practically hoping I would commit some offense. If he caught me with evidence, I would probably be spending quite some time behind bars.

In 1917, the renowned educator Dong Renjia became president of Peking University. Following the principle of freedom of thought and embracing the ideal of inclusiveness, he carried out highly effective reforms at Beitian University, promoting intellectual liberation and academic prosperity.

“Haha...” The burly cultivator let out a loud laugh, waved his hand, and pulled off his long robe. Solid muscles immediately came into view, as though slabs of rock were attached to his body.

“What exactly is going on?” Watching the giant dragon slowly collapse, Song Zheng, far away, was startled and cried out. His eyes instantly filled with disbelief.

“Senseless fools are everywhere these days.” Jiashi’s companion shook his head. He had initially been somewhat curious about Yang Fan’s raw stone, but now his interest had completely vanished.

This time, Jin Peng did not use the Three-Flavored True Fire as an attack. Instead, he wielded it as a shield. Golden spear-shadows repeatedly struck the flames enveloping Jin Peng’s body, but the radiance did not weaken in the slightest. Every fierce attack was blocked by the firelight.

There was no particularly obvious reaction, but Tian Ye could sense that the sword seemed to be covered in life. To put it pleasantly, it was flowing vitality; to put it less pleasantly, it was an evil curse.

The Soul-Seizing Flute could no longer be summoned. Xiao Ning exclaimed in delight, “Now! Attack!” The people of Purple Cloud Palace regrouped and once more charged at the Ghost Abyss forces. The Ghost Envoy with the severed arm clutched his right shoulder as blood poured continuously from the wound. He hurriedly pressed several acupoints on his chest, temporarily stemming the bleeding.

However, he was still not adept at using the Golden Divine Body. Once he activated it, he could no longer reach the speed of light at the first level. In that case, the final outcome would remain the same.

Yin Junfeng smiled. “Mother, I know. I will cherish Xiang’er properly.” With that, he gave a faint smile.

By now, he had lost a tremendous amount of vitality and his features had grown old. On top of that, the aftereffects of the Spirit Devouring Technique had erupted, leaving him increasingly frail and greatly diminishing his strength.

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