Chapter 113: The Tithe (Combined Edition)
What was Robert’s title? At this moment, his full title should have been Duke of Calabria, Apulia, and Sicily. Legally, these three duchies all belonged to Robert. More critically, all three titles were granted by the Papacy. Leo, having done his homework long ago, knew this very well. In 1054, the Papacy suffered a humiliating defeat in Civitate, southern Italy.
Just as Duan Niu was eagerly waiting to see how Jiang Sheng would find someone, Jiang Sheng suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him close. The cluster of four-winged frost wasps in the corner of the courtyard had just completed their evolution, all transforming into early first-stage spirit insects, and their queen’s aura had even advanced to mid first-stage.
Lu Buping, struck by the chaotic golden bell, had become disconnected from the surrounding space-time, but the onlookers saw everything clearly—they just couldn’t understand why Lu Buping was acting like a fool, completely unresponsive.
Returning, Jiang Sheng found Xu Yining still locked in a fierce struggle with the projection of an eighth-level Qi Refinement cultivator, neither able to gain the upper hand. The longer Su Rongrong spent with Lu Yiming, the more she found herself drawn to another side of him. During this time, Lu Nanxin and Lu Boting were in a cold war because of Ye Li’s matter—Fu Xiao was well aware of this.
Jiang Sheng knew that the Shadow Demon was no ordinary being; even without extending his divine sense to sense the surroundings, his perception was keen. Confident in his powerful concealment methods, he believed he could evade the Shadow Demon’s detection.
This was also why, despite not wanting to ally with Lu Yiming, Su Rongrong still braved the ‘danger’ to follow him to Hong Kong. “Find them! You must find the person who poisoned him!” Arcadio said through gritted teeth. This time it was Aureliano who was poisoned. If it happened again, who could guarantee it wouldn’t be him next, and whether he would be as lucky as Aureliano to survive.
After quietly discussing for a long while, the group dispersed. Wu Yan had been refining pills continuously for over ten days. Somehow, the Sand Tribe brought a large amount of medicinal materials again, requesting many of the same pills as before, in quantities large enough to keep Wu Yan busy for more than half a month.
The black chains extending from under the foot of the Lantern Daoist were not bombs at all but the Sacred Lotus Chains of Demonic Binding. Juechen nodded and strode inside. The gate of the Buddha Tower slowly opened before him, revealing complete darkness within.
Wu Yan quietly cast invisibility to hide himself, wanting to see what was going on. This cultivator was the first he had encountered in the secret realm, but the situation was strange—he had been sitting on a barren hillside the entire time, and it did not look like meditation or cultivation.
Mute blinked his golden-blue eyes uneasily, then slowly turned his head to look at the sisters behind him. “Hahaha! Brother, you’re wrong. The Ying Beast never likes to move. Even if you say that, it won’t follow you,” Lord Kui laughed.
The third brother was helpless. It seemed the fifth brother wasn’t useless after all—at least he was good at scaring others by playing the villain. What the Heavenly Master said earlier didn’t require divination; it was something that had happened before.
If it had been before, Xiang Deming would probably have just laughed it off upon receiving such a thing, cursing whoever was joking. Cultivators in the immortal sect were sharp-sighted and profound in their practice; they no longer needed to rely on eyesight to travel, let alone Wen Ruoliu, who wasn’t truly blind. He had avoided seeing people recently, using the excuse that his eyes had been scorched by demonic energy. Now, this was a perfect pretext to openly cover his eyes.
“Hey, I’m talking to you—are you a magical creature?” said the silver-haired girl. Her casual tone and words made Lin Ai’s heart relax, then tighten again.