Chapter 110: Gathering Yin Destruction

The sword in Mu Zijun’s hand swept through the horde of the living dead like a ghostly specter. With each swing, another corpse fell to the ground. Yet human strength is finite; she could not remain invincible forever. After cutting down dozens of the undead in succession, she felt her arms weaken, no longer as powerful as at the start. The internal breath in her dantian grew intermittent.

With a muffled thud, the golden light talisman covering her shattered, signaling the collapse of her final layer of defense.

But it was merely an alchemy competition—was Song Jianzhong really so troubled? If he couldn’t succeed, then so be it. Why risk his life venturing into the desolate valley in search of herbs?

Wei Jie’s rare firmness revealed his true intent; Duanmu He realized that Wei Jie had long planned how to deal with him. Seeing no benefit in further words, Duanmu silently turned and left.

Those truly capable of causing trouble for the fat man were unwilling to face the possible retaliation from the Tank Regiment afterward, so no one truly challenged him.

From the moment Chu Yan first laid eyes on the edge of Tianjian Lake, he felt he could summon it forth.

“Chrysanthemum face?” Chen Zhan first looked puzzled, then recalled how the deputy director Liu had tightly covered his face during the arrest, only for a chrysanthemum-shaped mark to appear once revealed. He suddenly understood.

This situation caused the shadowy figure in the distance to furrow his brows, sensing a bad omen; it seemed Tang Yi and his group would be difficult to deal with.

No sooner had the words fallen than Lin Meng’s spirit power concentrated intensely between his hands. His warship suddenly surged forward recklessly, closing the distance to Song Ming’s ship to within a hundred meters in an instant.

“Aunt San…” Watching Aunt San sulk at Shangguan Xiuluo, it was clear that Shangguan was a closed book. Such arranged marriages often led to trouble; it was understandable why Zhuge Yan had left Yunwen Temple.

“I’m no fool. How could I not sense the complex aura of your He family? It’s just that I’m a bit confused, unable to distinguish friend from foe,” Song Ming said.

To a glutton like the fat man, these standard meals, once seasoned, tasted quite good—different dishes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, each with three flavor options. Like porridge, he really couldn’t tire of them in two days.

Qin Ling guided the spiritual energy within himself, then drew all the opposing forces into his own dantian.

The position of Commanding Officer was a rank four official. Back when Yuan Bin had successfully protected the emperor and returned to the capital, he was granted this post. For Hu Guiyang, with his background, it was akin to a meteoric rise.

Over these two months, except for the first, Zhou Shan watched the outside world gradually change and took a deep breath.

Every time Li Ping’an left and returned during this period, he felt as if he were a thief, his heart pounding with fear.

A colorful arched bridge spanned the river, its entirety crystal clear as if fashioned from rainbow clouds. No wonder it was called the Colorful Jade Bridge.

Alongside practicing these three Taoist arts, Lu Zheng also browsed other Taoist techniques, laying the groundwork for future study.

This was the mechanical box Third Sister He had given Hu Guiyang. It could be used one last time. Hu had kept it at home until this trip.

First came the million ancient soldiers on the training ground; next were Zhao Yun and the others who had absorbed the power of the Fire God; finally, the other famed generals.

“Of course, this is the safest place in the world,” Hu Guiyang boasted, though he felt a trace of nervousness. If Zhao Aqi turned hostile, he truly wouldn’t stand a chance.

Now, among more than three hundred members of the Shadow Cult, though only a few were experts, even the weaker ones could wield some shadow power, giving them a chance to overwhelm a giant with sheer numbers.

Fortunately, Lin Di’s momentum remained. He coldly stared at four or five foreigners. “No time,” he said, then tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, extinguished it with his foot, and turned to leave.