Chapter 127: A Meeting with the Lady

Tang Yu felt a tinge of anxiety. "Are you truly certain there will be no issues?"

He had full confidence in Ye Yue’s martial arts prowess. However, the art of sneaking into a place undetected had little to do with raw fighting ability. Much like Shi Qian, the "Flea on a Drum" from Mount Liang—if one were to rank him by martial skill among the heroes of the marsh, he would likely be near the bottom. Yet, when it came to creeping into someone’s home...

Mobile phones, once so convenient, were now obsolete. In this post-apocalyptic world, with satellite systems collapsed and power grids dead, the only remaining means of communication were the landlines provided to major bases—archaic, electricity-dependent, yet signal-independent—but such equipment was hardly portable for field operations.

Night was the most suitable time for such endeavors; most people chose these quiet, late hours to achieve their hidden agendas. Song Jue, who had been about to turn a corner, abruptly halted, his gaze sweeping toward the two figures vanishing around the bend.

The frigid aura was gradually drawn out from Dong Yi’s body, dissipating into a white mist. His face, once deathly pale, slowly regained its color. He parted his lips and exhaled a plume of white vapor, the agonizing chill and piercing pain finally beginning to subside.

Su Chenyang was momentarily struck speechless. It was true; Bing Lan was right. He was indeed worried about Yan’er’s state. The despair in her eyes that day, the sound of her hoarse, sobbing cries—they were like sharp blades piercing his heart. Even now, the mere memory of that scene sent a dull ache through him.

By the same token, attack power was a composite of various offensive attributes, such as strength, speed, magical attack power, and physical attack power.

The night was silent, soon to drift into slumber. In the quiet darkness, only the faint, rhythmic sound of breathing could be heard. A figure, ghost-like, drifted and darted toward the window. Standing before it, the person on the bed remained in a deep, sweet sleep.

"You court death!" Zheng Shan roared in fury. Ye Feng had repeatedly challenged his patience, and he would endure it no longer. He unleashed his Seventh-Order spiritual energy without reservation, the sheer force whipping the surrounding air into a vortex. His immense power was so overwhelming that even the onlookers felt a suffocating pressure.

Alice found it strange; everyone here spoke in hushed tones. Was it simply because it was night?

"I never imagined such a monumental event had occurred in the Central Continent, yet we remained completely oblivious," Ruo Lan lamented.

"Xi Mei has been doing quite well. I’ve seen her dedication over this past year. Why are you reclaiming the shares you gave her? Is it because the business is finally profitable?" Mother Xiao asked with increasing directness.

Li Meiling stood by, acting the virtuous wife, insisting it was fine and that she could still manage the chores since her belly wasn't yet too large.

He had grown weary of battle, a fact Yang Xianrong understood deeply; thus, she had never once asked for his help.

The Doomsday entity, forged from a myriad of conflicting wills, seemed to sense the impending disaster. Yet, it was not a unified individual—its chaos was both its making and its undoing. In this moment of crisis, its inherently chaotic and frenzied nature took hold, and this irrational impulse pushed it straight into the abyss.

However, Shen Yanxiao wisely refrained from approaching the City Lord’s residence. Although she was confident in her ability to remain undetected and possessed the Moonlight Crystal to mask her presence, heaven only knew what lay inside that estate. Given how mystical Nan Gongmengmeng had made the Scarlet Flame Beast sound, it was better to keep her distance.

Shen Yanxiao felt a sudden urge to die; as clever as she was, she had actually overlooked such a critical issue.

The pain she endured during the first seal was nearly identical to the sensation of breaking the final one. She had blacked out halfway through, yet Satan showed no sign of stopping.

Under the constraints of the system, this skill had absolutely no effect on Lin Qian and his companions, though its impact on the environment was clearly manifested.