Chapter Ninety-Five: The Sound of a Door Opening in the Dead of Night (Second Update)

Yun Shuang noticed an unusual expression on Da Shan’s face and hurriedly asked, “What is it?”
“He said he had no enmity or grudges with Granny Liu—why would he kill her? If he wanted to kill someone, it would be those scoundrels who once humiliated his sister.”
Da Shan’s expression grew grave. “When he said this, his emotions were intense. I believe he had, more or less, thought about avenging his sister in the past.”
The faces of the others darkened in response.
Just at that moment, Da—

What took him by surprise was that Tang Yulin didn’t even spare his own army; while every other army in the country had justified reasons to protest for pay, the Northeast Army alone was not permitted. Even after losing the three northeastern provinces, in the past two years, Zhang Xueliang had relied on his reputation to personally travel to Nanjing to request funds, and the payments were always made in full.

In a hidden mountain valley on the battlefield, the four members of Apocalypse, battered and disheveled, hung their heads like defeated roosters. Losing a piece of god-level equipment without level restrictions was a devastating blow to the Divine Dynasty of Destruction; the loss was simply too great.

After reaching level 20, players could own mounts and enter dungeons. The latest official dungeons announced were “Underground Palace” and “Crimson Monastery.” Crimson Monastery was ideal for level 30 players to train, while Underground Palace was intended for players between levels 20 and 30.

“My cousin treats me so well. Be sure to greet him properly in a bit,” Jiao’er turned and said to me.

Bai Qingchen now understood Li Yun’s identity, though the others did not. Having just seen Li Yun produce a celestial stone, the elders of the Mo family dared not offend this brash youth. When Li Yun staggered backwards toward them, the elders quickly stepped aside.

At that moment, all those watching the sky above the martial arena suddenly found themselves unable to hear the voices from above, as if an invisible barrier had descended, isolating all sound from those in the air.

“Don’t cry. What’s wrong? Are you in pain, or feeling unwell?” Wu Haoming stood awkwardly at the bedside. “I’ll get a doctor—” He had just turned to leave when one of his fingers was gripped tightly by her hand.

Ji Shangnan poked his head out and looked questioningly at Luo Jinshi. Seeing how much she enjoyed the food, he felt a deep sense of happiness.

Once a breakthrough was made, everything seemed to follow naturally! Relying on his own troops, he was certain he could capture the Chaoyang Fortress. However, the fortress was not without its weaknesses—though the freezing of the Great Ling River had only made those weaknesses more pronounced.

“Isn’t that so?” Zong Lan’s face froze in surprise. He wondered to himself, among the compound-surnamed families nowadays, who wasn’t a member of the clan? Though he was puzzled, he did not pursue the question of Nangong Xue’s true identity any further.

After hearing Liu Gu’s story, Elder Chen was full of admiration, sighing repeatedly. Liu Gu’s keen perception suggested that these old gentlemen not only knew the old Taoist, but were likely quite close to him.

As he watched the fish leap gracefully from the water, Liu Gu commented casually. Then, as he reached into the water, the others saw the Dragon King Fish affectionately nuzzle his hand, rubbing against it—an act that filled the onlookers with envy.

“Junior Brother Zhantian is so reckless—when he saw disciples approaching, he didn’t even think to avoid them.” The speaker was none other than Fan Zhen, also a raw recruit from Baiyun Sect like Zhantian.

From the moment he entered, Liu Gu remained on high alert. Though it was winter and all things had withered, the place was still overgrown with weeds, making it impossible to see more than ten meters ahead.

Meanwhile, Xiao Ming, having returned to his lodgings, had no time to worry about the afternoon contest. Instead, he went first to check on Li Dapeng.

“Your swordsmanship is lacking? I have heard that the head of the Tiannan family has already mastered the ultimate sword intent. With your level of spiritual martial cultivation, you still talk of fairness when challenging my young master—a mere junior?!” Lin Yuan sneered coldly.

As for the Wild State, with his current strength, Jun Yixiao naturally had no intention of going there. Records showed that countless high-ranking cultivators had perished there—even those at the rank of Immortal Emperor had ventured in, never to return. Thus, only two choices remained.