116 Even Feigning Illness Can Be Contagious

"The scenery here is lovely, filled with the romantic atmosphere of the aristocracy," Xiao Yan said, leaning out of the carriage window to gaze at the surroundings.

After a brief commotion, the Xiliang army regained some of its morale. Then, with the waving of banners and the beating of war drums, the thirty thousand Xiliang soldiers began their sweeping march toward Lin Tian’s Luoyang camp.

"I fear that by the time you manage to recruit a renowned physician, your sister's life will already have slipped away," Yang Yifeng remarked coldly.

Hong Cheng instantly broke into a cold sweat, dropping to one knee. The wound on his leg tore open, and blood began to trickle down toward his ankle.

Within the Lotus Throne Buddhist Kingdom, commanders at the rank of chiliarch and above are called Buddhist Generals. However, those at the level of chiliarch or myriarch are merely called Buddhist Generals, without any additional titles. Only those above the rank of myriarch—generals of the vanguard, rear, left, or right, who command one hundred thousand troops—are bestowed the title of Earth Buddhist General.

Ji Lexian gritted his teeth, his heart heavy with gloom. His mother had never treated him with such severity before, and for a moment, he felt quite resentful toward Yang Yifeng.

"That is absolutely impossible. Even if a God-Emperor were to descend, they would not possess such means," the God of Order and Games stated with absolute certainty.

Yun Tian felt uneasy. The exposed caravan was undoubtedly a big fish delivered right to the doorstep. He did not know where the ambush was set, how many enemies there were, or what the trap might entail. Forced into a passive position, he could only hope that his ability to improvise would allow him to defuse the crisis.

Seeing that the expressions of Lin Siniang and Fang Hong were not feigned, Lei Chen blinked in confusion. Were they saying... that there was a massive space beneath this ancient tomb?

The talisman looked dark and unremarkable, but as an invisible giant hand struck it, the charm exploded. At least ten thousand spirits appeared in the Valley of Death, shivering as they were overcome by the chill of the valley.

Even his pride—the "Noodle Suit" made of ramen—was easily destroyed by Sanji’s foot-slashing technique. Since his opponent was food and the battlefield was a kitchen, Sanji made an exception and used his hands to fight, his masterful blade-work shredding the noodle suit into smithereens.

"Very well, I am a man of my word, but I want to wager once more. However, you are not to use any talismans," Yang Qingshan said.

Indeed, the three supreme experts moved their hands, tracing patterns in the void. Their three weapons struck simultaneously, shooting out rays of brilliant light. The ensuing slaughter was immense, something no one could resist or neutralize.

The things Meng Qi had noticed earlier were not just his imagination; the pile of corpses in the valley was indeed shrinking. At the time, the reduction was not obvious, and Meng Qi had dismissed it as a trick of the mind, but the current situation could no longer be explained away so easily.

"They are your senior fellow apprentices; let them assist you for a while," Mu Bing said, turning her head toward the people arriving one after another from other ships.

Diana shrank back, feeling increasingly aggrieved. A teardrop the size of a bean rolled from her eye, and she hurriedly wiped it away with the back of her hand.

Bu Chi Yu looked up at the rooftop, then walked toward the shark, a pale, sickly smile spreading across his face.

"Hehe!" Long Tao chuckled, scratching his head before stroking the moon wolf between his legs. The wolf let out a soft, comfortable whimper under his touch.

Even though she acknowledged Qing Ci’s martial arts, how could the people capable of wiping out her general’s mansion be anything less than formidable?

For some reason, he felt a tremor in his heart, as if some great and dangerous event was about to unfold.

Liu Yunfang’s father did not come; only her mother did. She had wept in the mansion all night. Tang Yiyun had also been sullen all night, muttering about bad luck all day. Fang Yanqing knelt on a prayer mat, watching his cousin beside him. With his head slightly bowed, his face was obscured, though perhaps he felt some measure of sorrow.

The messenger had returned to the manor to report. Only Mayor John acted as a guide as the 258 farmer-soldiers gathered, marching in rows of three like a long snake toward the knight’s manor.

It became clear immediately: the burly man before them was not weak in martial arts, and he possessed the distinct advantage of his powerful physique.

A police car was parked at the entrance of the Fu Corporation. Two police officers stepped out and approached the front desk.

As Xiao Tan’er watched a figure slowly approach her location, she grew alert. Subconsciously, she assumed it was a soldier of the demon race coming to find her, and it certainly boded no good.

Richard had watched Zhang Zhiyuan’s journey from the start and knew how much he had sacrificed. For an ordinary businessman to get entangled in such a struggle and reach this point was truly remarkable, and he felt a genuine sense of admiration.

"What is so good about it? He is a man from the general’s mansion. Even if you look at him now, what if he goes to the battlefield later? Or even if he doesn't, he is still a steward's man. If you really marry him, won't there be endless rules to follow in the future?" Shen Mixiang said thoughtfully.

In fact, William was all too happy for them to spread the moniker "The Second Panama," as it provided a perfect cover for him to explore the Room of Requirement in the near future.

He did not want to see Chu Mengyao sad and wished to heal Xu Li, but he dared not attempt his methods of treatment.

As he contemplated the heavens and the earth, he sensed slaughter and death. More importantly, he felt the aura of the Eight-Part Pagoda, as if he had fallen into an Asura hell.