Volume 1, Chapter 59: Beat Him Up

In the grand prison, Zhao Wu, Wei Qizheng, and the others found themselves standing face-to-face with Huo Wangzhi.

"General Huo, look at you today. Is this accommodation comfortable? Don't sleep too soundly at night, or the wronged souls might come to claim your life and ensure you never wake up again!" Wei Qizheng sat on the ground, sneering and mocking. He had already been at it for a full hour.

Huo Wangzhi was utterly infuriated. He turned around, presenting his back to them, refusing to listen so as to keep his mind at peace.

"General Xiao is here!"

Someone shouted.

Xiao Aoyu?

Huo Wangzhi immediately turned back around and tidied his hair.

The jailer led Xiao Aoyu inside. Xiao Aoyu's posture was upright, and his height of nearly seven Chi left all the prisoners gazing after him with lingering affection.

However, Xiao Aoyu did not come over to this side, but instead turned into a different corridor...

Thinking of all those days prior, the actions she had taken and the tears she had shed, making her look like an utterly foolish idiot—even just moments before, she had still been moved to tears by the other's lies.

A sudden sense of urgency arose deep within the heart of the Black River Yama. Through the wandering ghosts he had gathered over the past few days, he had gained some understanding of this world called Earth.

"Is something like that even possible?" Ye Haojun felt it was incredible. Could this Zhang Babu actually influence someone else's university admission?

"You must be Ye Haojun." A voice penetrated Mo Song's circle, interrupting Ye Haojun's words. Mo Song, Luo Ting, He Yanqi, and Ye Haojun all turned their heads to look at the source of the voice.

"Hahaha! What a coincidence! This guy is daydreaming again!" someone mocked with a laugh.

However, how could the Thirteenth Prince—who had been shattered into formlessness by Long Xing and subsequently severely wounded—ever be a match for Long Xing? As the two semi-divine artifacts clashed, the Thirteenth Prince suddenly flew backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

***

Although their hearts were filled with questions, they did not dare to ask and had to keep pushing forward. In the army, whispering among themselves was strictly prohibited. If this ban were lifted and soldiers talked while fighting, it would easily scatter their concentration, leading them to miss commands and even shake military morale.

The demonic ape felt no fear whatsoever. With a loud laugh, the dao light behind him blazed brilliantly as he lunged forward with a fierce crash, while simultaneously striking out with a palm of his own.

Only then did Yue Fei collapse onto the ground. The recent melee had almost exhausted every ounce of his strength. He hadn't noticed it during the fight, but now he realized his arms were weak and sore, unable to even lift his ring-pommel saber anymore.

The wounds on the young man's body were covered with powder, which then dissolved into the newly flowing blood at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wounds also rapidly stanched and scabbed over at a visible pace. Turning over was just the same.

"You should keep wearing this. There are more clothes in the carriage, I'll go get them. Wait for me here." Knowing that Mu Zhiqing was worried about him, Ji Heng did not stubbornly push through. After offering a word of instruction, he went to fetch the clothes.

Discussing only family matters and not affairs of state, the two brothers exchanged a simultaneous glance, momentarily baffled. What medicine was the Emperor selling in his gourd? The Emperor's thoughts were not something ordinary people could guess. Zhou Qing racked his brains to ponder for a long time, yet came up with nothing.

As soon as the voice fell, the Juehuang Underground Palace immediately shook violently. Cracks began to appear one after another across its structure, and the colorful light within the palace surged brilliantly.

Unexpectedly, the magical artifact was taken away with ease, yet disappointingly, no abnormalities occurred within the array formation, which still felt like it was operating normally.

Sima Qing and Shangguan Wei wore increasingly grim expressions, wondering in their hearts what kind of incredible luck this West Peak had encountered for such a treasure to be discovered by Taixuan.

Lady Liu felt extremely insecure and wanted nothing to do with spinning around endlessly on this topic! If she wanted to stay, she could stay; there was plenty of space at home anyway.

"What?! How is this possible?!" Malzahar cried out in disbelief, the white flames in his eyes beginning to tremble violently once more, fully revealing the terror gripping his heart.

Moreover, the targets of the four bio-organic armor units were not limited to Wu Hao alone; they engulfed Old Ancestor Golden Dragon, Liu Qingqing, and the others as well.

Now, even if she let him know that she left under threat back then, it wouldn't matter anymore, right?

She took the lead and stepped forward. When Gu Mo saw this, he did not insist otherwise and stepped forward as well, the two of them walking back hand in hand.

Ahead of them, a tall, majestic city featuring a codified bell tower appeared in their sight. For a moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and a prompt indicating the completion of the quest sounded in Soolman's ears.

***

Amidst the roars of laughter, several colleagues from the auction house felt utterly ashamed, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Therefore, the senior sister, who had grown up to be composed and sensible, could lower her guard in front of Shimingawa and say from the bottom of her heart that she felt guilty toward Chouruno.

According to the memories of his past life, he did not linger at the bottom layer, but quietly made his way up to the upper levels along the spiral staircase.

In the early and mid-game, Xayah possessed damage and crowd control backed by her skills, the Titan could initiate team fights and dictate the tempo, and Lee Sin was nimble in the jungle and capable of leading the pace.

Before the Money Guild truly stepped into the spotlight, it had been secretly "gnawing away" like a woodworm within the economic circles of the entire Douro Continent for who knows how long in the shadows.

"Living on the tightrope" could no longer describe his current predicament; he had reached a moment of extreme crisis, and Yugenmaru had even resorted to selling his blood. His complexion was now poor, his lips pale, and his once-sturdy body had lost its former vigor.

Towering ancient trees rose from the ground all around, the cries of beasts echoed back and forth, and various colorful birds chattered in the high skies.

Furthermore, those obsessed with alchemy were by no means few in number. Emperor Taizong, Emperor Gaozong, and Wu Zetian had all contemplated extending their lives.

She felt somewhat conflicted: Should she agree, or tell a lie? After all, she still did not know who this man was.

"Go on then, you better wash yourself nice and clean by then." The two of them playfully wrestled and laughed on the long couch.

Moreover, not a trace had been discovered within the Liang Clan's Great Summer; nobody had any idea how the killer had ascended, which was precisely what made it feel so strange.