Chapter 128: A Filthy Deal

“Is that killing intent?”

The black-robed man’s heart shuddered as he sensed the icy murderous aura.

Before he could react, a figure slowly stepped into the hall. It was none other than Chen Yang, his entire body emanating killing intent.

“Chen Yang?”

The Chen family members were likewise stunned when they saw him.

……

Yan Chen happened to be visiting him and Ji Ruoyu with Yan Xinran, so he took the opportunity to discuss the matter with him. Since falling ill, the two had grown much closer, and their relationship had increasingly come to resemble that of father and son.

Once Gu Mo had made up his mind, he acted at once. Since they could not communicate in the same language, he brought Fangzi along on this trip. Fangzi had initially refused when she learned that the people of Great Xia intended to occupy the island nation. Only after Gu Mo promised that they would not massacre innocent civilians, and that the people would thereby be spared the suffering of enslavement, did she finally agree.

His mood ruined, Qian Beiye frowned. He said nothing, merely picked up a piece of clothing and draped it over Gu Ruoyun.

Suddenly, Xiang Chaoyang, who was running at the very front, shouted sharply. The moment he finished speaking, his figure blurred, and when they looked again, he had already appeared high in the sky.

“Your Highness, what happened?” Feng Qingyu asked as she looked at Jun Mohan, a trace of concern in her voice.

Ever since Dou Kou had slapped Ding Yan, she had ignored her completely. Now she merely chatted and laughed with the others.

“My goodness!” Qian Jiyao exclaimed as she stared at Bloodweeper. With fresh blood staining its sharp blade, the weapon appeared even more sinister.

In the face of such power, ordinary experts—even those at the king level—would likely find themselves overwhelmed.

Yang Chen could not bear to listen any longer. The words were simply too hypocritical. Were Lin Jing and her mother nothing more than sacrifices for the Lin family’s military ambitions, meant to win them glory?

Fu Jinding was only eighteen that year, the sixth of the Fu sisters. Unlike her two elder sisters, she was not fortunate enough to marry into the imperial palace and serve the emperor. Instead, she married Zhao Kuangyi, the younger brother of Zhao Kuangyin, the Deputy Commander of the Palace Guard.

After all, this world already had dragons and Titans, so it was only reasonable that the waters might contain some extraordinary treasures as well. Even if there was nothing, they would lose nothing by investigating the environment.

If you lack the wisdom to scheme, then do not indulge in too many delusions. Unfortunately, how many people in this world truly possess the self-awareness to understand that?

“So heavy. It’s actually several times heavier than Master’s hammer.” Though he said this, he was able to lift it with one hand.

Upon use, it instantly restores the health of all allied forces within a thousand meters of the user.

To support them, Jun Lin hurled four or five grenades in succession, restricting the enemy’s area of movement and forcibly driving them back.

Zhao Da had repeatedly warned him about this: if he did not want to die, he should keep a low profile. Those who went around telling everyone that they had once saved the current emperor’s life had all become commoners by now—not because the emperor was too embarrassed to kill them, but because he could not be bothered to.

Guo Zongxun was growing somewhat displeased. Had Fu Jinhua come here to control him, or what?

The group continued hiding behind the fortifications. From the direction of the test blast, they could faintly hear the thunderous rumble of massive stones rolling down the mountain, mingled with the clatter of loose rocks sliding away.

Zhang Sheng nevertheless spoke respectfully. He knew that the spirit of the Xuanyuan Cauldron meant him no harm. Moreover, it was the strongest trump card currently in his hands, so it was best to maintain a good relationship with it.

News like this concerned the students’ academic performance. For those whose rankings had fallen by one or two places in particular, it was deeply frustrating and infuriating.

The handsome, delicate “youth” furrowed his brows, his expression showing a hint of pain. Then a pair of bright, pure black eyes opened halfway, glancing sideways with evident displeasure. Yet upon closer inspection, one could detect a smile hidden deep within them.