Chapter 137: Famished Ghost

The mist parted, and the world gradually came into focus.

Jing Sui looked up at the towering mansion before her, then glanced down at the luxurious official robes of a titled matron she was wearing, momentarily dazed.

She remembered she had just been in the black market monitoring the movements of Seventh Master and Eighth Master.

In the middle of it, a sudden wave of drowsiness had washed over her, and then she found herself in this place.

"Could it be that I've fallen asleep and am dreaming?!"

She pinched her thigh hard, and indeed, she felt no pain at all.

"Me plotting against you?" Before Gu Ling'er could finish, Long Linfei cut in and said it for her.

He was already immensely disappointed with the Mount Shu Sect anyway, so at this point, he didn't mind disgusting the people from Mount Shu.

Shihua nodded frantically, at a frequency that genuinely made Fang Bai worry whether his neck might snap.

"Princess, please stop worrying. How many times has this happened over the past three months, and haven't you pulled through every single time? With the Exalted Taiyi personally taking action, what else is there for you to be uneasy about?"

Such an opportunity to win people over was naturally not something he would let slip. Although the Trace-less Sect was not famous, it was still a sect nonetheless, wasn't it?

He had been bored to death while grounded, and because of his own daring actions and the rare, restless solitude, he would occasionally take out Felton's belongings to look at—all of them.

After the gambling convention ended, Zhuang Yi deposited the ten billion US dollars he had won by betting on himself into his Swiss bank account. At this moment, Zhuang Yi could truly be considered the undisputed richest man in the Celestial Empire.

"Of course you can. However, you have to let me sit beside you. First, you don't have a driver's license; second, I have no idea how good your driving skills are," Zhuang Yi said.

"A-Apologize?" Gu Ling'er raised her head slightly, her anxious heart fluttering like fifteen buckets hanging in a well, swinging up and down.

"The Mount Shu Sect is lurking like a tiger eyeing its prey from behind. They have set their sights on the conflict between us and the Trace-less Sect, wanting to sit back and reap the fisherman's profits!" Wu Jun said in a deep voice.

In his youth, Dugu Ying had drawn a five-hundred-jin giant bow with his bare hands, and feats like piercing a willow leaf a hundred paces away were mere child's play to him.

"It seems the Empress Dowager must remind the Emperor in a timely manner to know people well," the Empress Dowager sighed and said.

"I'm not talking about dead people!" Zhou Yiping immediately pressed the replay button and froze the screen.

Around the jade sword, a dazzling, golden-yellow dragon aura flashed, and a sword glare over two meters long surged forth.

The laws of the Great Dao were no secret at all; he could clearly see the path along which Bai Zhanxian circulated his immortal energy.

From this, one could tell just how powerful and profound the foundation of the East Emperor Sect was, being one of the three major sects of the Chiyang Dynasty.

Especially those two fellows who were knocked unconscious by me and Hu Haishan—they were fierce just a moment ago, acting like they wanted to fight us to the death.

Minister Wei Zheng remonstrated, saying: "The Central Plains has just been pacified, and Lingnan is distant with treacherous terrain and miasmal plagues. We cannot station a large army there."

Immediately afterward, a phantom flashed, and the ropes binding Lin Liangyu and the others snapped. Only then did Lin Liangyu and the others realize someone had come to their rescue, but this knight's martial prowess was simply mind-boggling—what they saw was practically a blur.

During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, thanks to national development and prosperity, many foreign nations and tribes came to Chang'an for trade and cultural exchange. Among them were people of various races, and Kunlun slaves, Silla maidens, and Pusamand were products born during this period, also becoming symbols of status for men of the Tang Dynasty to show off.

She desperately wanted to slaughter every single person outside, but these ignorant people were endless; killing them could not actually solve the root problem.

"Is that you, Qiping?" Lin Zhu's voice was clearly trembling. As soon as her voice fell, that familiar figure turned around, and it was indeed Qiping.

Huang Bingfeng pulled Ghost Butterfly and walked for who knows how long, finally stopping when they reached a certain place.

After all, any faction that could establish a foothold in the Hidden Realm possessed undeniable strength. Wu Tiansheng was not entirely clear on how many experts there were on Wolf Tooth Mountain; he only knew that the master of Wolf Tooth Mountain, Hong Jingui, was a cultivator at the peak of the Core Formation Realm, whose strength was no less than that of his father.