Chapter 43: What Is Your Stance?

Elder Guo wore a gloomy expression. "Where is anyone innocent in Shengjing City? Your Gu family has passed down through generations—are you innocent?"

"Compared to you lot, we are practically immaculate. You know very well in your heart that someone has been eyeing your family for a long time. Luoning's action simply added fuel to the fire. Besides, my granddaughter-in-law's grace and composure are renowned. If you don't believe it, go ask around the Qin and Bai families; who doesn't praise her? Even a cornered rabbit will bite, and her actions at the time now seem utterly forced by circumstance—it was either fight to the death or starve." Zhao Kuo was no fool; naturally, he understood what kind of situation awaited them where.

Tigers can swim. Although mice can swim as well, their proficiency in the water is inferior to a tiger's. Furthermore, being dragged backward by the tiger, the rat kept drowning and choked on several mouthfuls of water, looking utterly wretched.

"Only garbage alchemists like you believe that a cauldron is strictly necessary for alchemy. Today, I shall let you witness what the truly supreme art of alchemy in heaven and earth actually looks like." Feng Qing sneered as she glanced at them.

Lin Miaoke was the queen, Anrui was her father, and those individuals like Hu Rui were her subordinates.

"Ever since Your Majesty marched out of Nanyue, the number of demobilized soldiers sent back to their hometowns has reached no less than several hundred thousand. Why not conscript two hundred thousand able-bodied young men to garrison the Yan territory? That should be fully sufficient to hold our ground!" At this moment, another minister proposed.

Meng Fan took a deep breath, feeling a growing sense of anxiety. By inflicting such a toxic forbidden art upon himself, would he end up killing himself?

"The heavy bleeding of these two individuals has been temporarily halted by my acupuncture, but this can only buy us about fifty minutes. Do not pull the needles out before the blood transfusion, or it will be life-threatening!" After dealing with the two heavily injured individuals, Chu Wangshu stood up and said to the crowd.

If he could truly acquire some powerful trump cards at the Celestial Immortal level, he would be able to crush Dugu Zangxian in single combat.

On the return journey, the ships were weighted down by several times their usual load, yet their speed did not drop by much. Nearly all the vessels spared no consumption of beast crystals to fuel the levitating spiritual arrays for increased velocity.

"Wan'er! Do not misunderstand, it is not what you think!" Shangguan Fei chased inside and hurriedly explained.

"Let's move." Gaia took the lead. We silently approached the main control unit; since we could not use energy, we had to rely on brute force to dismantle it.

"It was also at that moment that I began to doubt myself—whether I truly wanted to destroy my own disciple's happiness with my own hands."

Tang Yi and Lian Jia shook their heads simultaneously. Such a suicidal operation left the two of them feeling a mix of awe and dread.

Under Qiu Lingling's control, the green flames transformed into intertwining emerald vines. The vines wrapped tightly around the icy giant python, but an-biting cold instantly erupted from the python's body, coating the vines in a layer of frost.

The person closest to Chen Fei was in the midst of throwing a punch, yet he suddenly spotted a fist appearing before his eyes. That fist grew larger and larger in his vision, until with a loud *bang*, he lost consciousness.

"Whoosh—" Suddenly, the surrounding earth split apart, throwing up yellow dust a zhang high. Sand and stones flew everywhere, obscuring our vision.

Gong Ren was deeply shocked. If Wei Jinshan's words were true, then the uprising in Sanzhoutian held no secrets whatsoever, having long been detected by the Qing army, who had made rigorous deployments accordingly. It seemed a great battle was about to erupt while the Triad remained completely in the dark, leaving him with a heavy heart.

Chen Fei was unsure how the title of "Supernova" was determined. Given that this Huang Shao could fight him to such a standstill, one could easily imagine his strength, yet there was no place for him among the Supernovas. It was impossible to believe his strength was insufficient; perhaps there were other reasons.

Zhao Baiguang had all along yearned for a peaceful passage through the Lianying training camp, followed by settling down as a watchman in some quiet manor—preferably entering Lord Luo Jiulang's main estate where he could deal more with glittering white silver, rather than engaging in bloody, unrewarding combat against others.