Chapter 140: Apprehending Luo Changsheng

As recounted in the previous chapter, scouts reported that the enemy forces were about to withdraw, and the siege of Black Earth City was nearing its end.

Murong Yan, however, slammed her hand onto the table and shouted, "Since they have come, they shall not leave!"

She then prepared to assign commanders to capture Luo Changsheng.

The generals stepped forward one after another to request orders.

Murong Yan pulled out a command arrow and called out loudly, "Where is Li Yiqing?!"

Li Yiqing darted out with a swift "whoosh!", came to a halt before the commander's desk, cupped his fists, and replied, "Subordinate is here!"

Murong Yan nodded and instructed, "General Li, I order you to lead your personal force of fifty thousand troops to charge out from the West Gate, encircle the enemy from the east, and upon encountering Luo Changsheng, you are only permitted to capture him alive—execution is strictly forbidden!"

"Sub... sub... subordinate obeys the command..."

"The treasure is suppressed by the Mirage Sea Ruins and cannot be sensed here, but once you enter the ruins, you will definitely be able to sense it, and this object will actively seek it out!" The old man returned the black residual stone to Yan Shisan.

"However, even with mutation, why are the differences so vast? To put it simply, take the orcs for instance—why are they so ugly, while elves and merfolk can be so graceful?" Chen Xing voiced his doubt.

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Never mind, then. Since this was the path guided by Yu Aotian, she was certain that fellow would not lead her into a fire pit.

Stein nodded continuously, stating bluntly that he understood... Chen Xing had also figured it out. After all that buildup, their team had ended up as the vanguard, tasked with recording the terrain for the Church of Light and scouting that mysterious ruin... Chen Xing silently pondered how to sabotage this mission.

"Yes, Patriarch." Watching Elder Ai leave, Sibei Dong put the Staff of Nature back into its box, his gaze gradually growing sharp.

If Long Ye hadn't mentioned it, she would have always assumed that child had been aborted by Yu Aotian, and she had constantly "mocked" him for killing his own child with his own hands.

The armored brute standing nearby was even more pathetic; he rolled his eyes, fainted outright, which perhaps wasn't a bad way to escape the agony.

Xie Zhiqing was clearly provoked into a fury. Her hands, bound behind her back, clenched tightly into fists, and her bright eyes were suffused with a sharp gleam.

"The Divine Needle Sect again!" Chen Xing muttered to himself. If the opportunity arose, he must go and challenge this Divine Needle Sect. He faintly felt that this sect had a deep connection with him.

Hurrying anxiously to the back courtyard of the playground, Long Qi was indeed fast asleep under a tree.

What kind of medicine was this? Why did it drain him of all strength, leaving him only able to turn his head and raise a hand, utterly incapable of sitting up?

Xiao Ran momentarily lost his composure and dared not execute any more moves. Seeing the opponent's palms dancing before him, he merely reacted on instinct, swinging his saber to parry. Yet unexpectedly, even so, his wooden blade still could not bypass the enemy's bare palms, continuously striking against them.

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This might not necessarily be called flirting; it could also be called being carried away by impulse. Though the action was the same, the nature of it was entirely different.

Xue Meng rolled over, appearing to sleep quite soundly. Langbao, crouching nearby, stared wide-eyed, listening to the movements in the bushes and unable to fall asleep.

"Of course. Let us forget all of that and start afresh as completely clean individuals." Yan Anxing's eye rims grew slightly moist.

After several days of cultivation, Lin Feng was finally able to barely chop down a bamboo tree, though it required a tremendous amount of effort. Ling'er helped Lin Feng forage for food, and strangely enough, every time Ling'er managed to find numerous fruits imbued with profound spiritual energy, which instantly refreshed Lin Feng upon consumption.

Rongrong was not at fault; the fault lay with her mother. Liao Jinghong was not at fault either, yet she was so innocent and pitiable.

Fortunately, whether out of fear of being deemed shallow by the world or genuinely harboring affection for past ties, despite being kept under house arrest, Old Madam Yue never made things too difficult for her. Three meals a day were provided on schedule, and her living quarters were furnished with high beds and warm pillows. Though she was a captive, her life remained safe for the time being.

Appropriately displaying one's panic could actually achieve such wonderful results; not only did His Majesty favor gentle and charming beauties, but it turned out he was equally captivated by those who looked pitiful and helpless.

His silence made Luo Ling tremble slightly with nervousness, while An Youran held her breath as a bead of sweat quietly slipped down her forehead, seemingly hinting at the terror reigning in her heart.