Volume One, Chapter 63: A Silver Note of One Hundred Taels Shows Filial Devotion; Ten Taels of Sincere Gold to Hook a Big Fish

It turned out that Shen Youjia and his two companions, seeing the battle below the city walls so one-sided and Vomit on the verge of defeat, had no choice but to steal the command banner, sow confusion, and stave off disaster for the moment. They never expected it would have such a miraculous effect.

“Of course! The famous Lantern Festival of the Eastern Continent. Every year during the Linlang Festival, many rare and exotic flowers appear. These extraordinary plants can be used to craft magical potions, and also refined into spirit-gathering pills and other elixirs for cultivating spiritual energy. So, every year, the Linlang Festival draws countless cultivators from both the Eastern and Western Continents,” Moers explained.

After listening to Jianan, Shitu was still beset by a torrent of anger, anxiety, and distress. Yet he did his utmost to suppress these feelings and, after a long while, finally buried them in the depths of his heart. Still, he felt like a lone boat adrift on the vast sea, ready to capsize at any moment beneath the waves.

Ten minutes later, his mental energy was utterly depleted. Jianan could no longer summon the Holy Light Greatsword; in fact, he was so drained that he felt faint and dizzy.

But what sort of person could be so elusive that even the Central Safe Zone had no records? The impostor Xu You, who knew the garrison system inside out, was well aware there was once a team in the system—a mental arithmetic squad that had once calculated the launch of an atomic bomb using nothing but abacuses.

The maid Xue'er, along with the two other Yue family servants, Yue Ping and Yue An, also took defensive stances, forming a protective circle around Madam Yue, Lady Jiang, and the two young masters.

"Don't rush, don't rush. Why not recall the middle three incantations of the Nine-Word Dragon-Lifting Formula?" The Pioneer Child pulled a lollipop from who-knows-where, licking it as he answered.

This was no simple task. If there was a mistake in the restoration, and he ended up at the wrong location, it would be more than a wasted effort—it could spell disaster.

More importantly, because of Gu Yu's presence, he wouldn’t brazenly seize Xiang City’s resources. However, if he could capture an important figure from Xiang City as a hostage to negotiate for supplies, that would be acceptable.

Jin Sheng narrowed his eyes, keenly aware of the way people kick a man when he’s down. If the Shen family showed any weakness, others would seize upon it without mercy. This time, the incident was a major one, so the attacks would be relentless. He immediately made several calls. Learning that Elder Jiang and Madam Zhong had already taken action, his heart grew heavy.

At this moment, Long Fei grew even more agitated, his composure slipping. In a frenzy, he slashed at his opponent’s head with his right hand while his left reached for the opponent with a Ghostly Underworld Claw.

Furthermore, teaching the technique wasn’t out of the question. After all, it belonged to the mage system, and with a few adjustments to the activation principle, it could be taught to almost anyone. Although it might not achieve its original power, once mastered, it would be enough to dominate a world.

In Wang Hong’s eyes, every move “An Hong” made seemed gentle, every breath a lingering reluctance.

Being targeted by human traffickers, especially without knowing when they might strike from the shadows, was even more dangerous.

“Speak. If you utter even a single useless word, or if I sense you’re deceiving me, I’ll make your life worse than death,” Long Fei said coldly, fixing his gaze on the other.

His nearly fatal wounds, inflicted by Jiang Han, had healed without a trace—even the gaping wound through his chest was gone.

“He’s to inherit my position one day. Such reckless behavior is not acceptable,” Simba shook his head.

After all, she was merely using Li Ke, and she didn’t expect him to hold them off for long—her own skills meant she would only need a short while.

Xuan Mo was silent, his quietness giving Ling Zefan all the more room to speak. Ling Zefan grew ever more animated, eager to expose every secret of the person who had stood him up.

“All right, with the setup we now have, I doubt anyone could threaten us!” I said.

“Young master, this is the ‘Secret Gold Key.’ It is both the token for entering the bottom of Lake Erhai and the key to the ‘Spirit Herb Garden.’ I’ll hand it over to you now,” the old steward said.

The Thunder Beast tapped into the air several times, and above the middle-aged man’s head appeared nine silver bolts of lightning. In the starry sky, they looked bizarre and ominous, like nine heavenly tribulations, and in an instant, came roaring down.

Regardless of whether Zhang Yan was willing, and regardless of whether Zhang Yan could guess whether the venomous beauty Zhou Fang intended to push him into the abyss or offer a helping hand, the fact was he had no choice but to go.

At this moment, Tong Que and Yan Lu caught up, and Yin Shaoxuan signaled for them to go in first.

Someone emerged from the rift, shrouded in divine radiance, with symbols of order blazing around him—more dazzling and brilliant than any super-star body in the sea of stars.

All the demon kings fixed their gaze upon him. Zhang Guolao alone remained calm and unruffled, unmoved by the spectacle.

They all knew that Tang Lin possessed a divine power that allowed him to detect enemies in advance. Just as that day at the Alice residence, Tang Lin had not moved, yet every enemy who infiltrated the villa to capture him had been slain by his hand.

The flood dragon beast howled as it twisted its massive head aside to dodge the oncoming bamboo spears, its gaping maw spewing a cloud of black smoke toward the black whirlwind. The whirlwind, which had been sweeping toward Grandpa Duo’er, suddenly swelled, growing more ferocious as it surged in his direction.

Zhang Yuan knew she could no longer hide the truth, but she feared Yin Tianzheng would despise her for it. Little did she know that her expression of concealment had already chilled Yin Tianzheng’s heart toward her.

For this, Siqi actually felt grateful to Lin Mengxi—grateful that she hadn’t used the lives of his family as bargaining chips.

Thinking of the garden before Zhi’er’s house, bursting with blossoms, Ye Tian couldn’t help but recall Zhi’er’s dance. That beautiful figure, so graceful and enchanting—even in dreams, Ye Tian could not conjure such beauty.