42 Mountain Climbing

"Old man Sun, what do you want then?" Zhang Xiehou asked helplessly, as if bitten fiercely by a venomous snake.

Yet, somewhat strangely, the vast majority of people remained silent throughout the entire afternoon. Strictly speaking, this wasn't really strange at all; firstly, the danger level of this mission was ridiculously high, leaving everyone terrified, so naturally, no one was in the mood to chat.

"Then what kind of look do you hope for from me?" Yang Dong tilted his head, looked at Mu Yunshan, and asked with a smile.

The environment of the Barren Prison was extremely harsh, and cultivation resources were pitifully scarce. Furthermore, some martial artists needed to devour the power of other cultivators. Under such circumstances, some warriors would break through to the half-Ancient Origin realm, and through countless years, they had multiplied to thousands of half-Ancient Origin realm experts and tens of thousands of peak Emperor realm powerhouses.

The onlookers nearby were utterly entranced. Battles of this caliber were equally rare and precious to them; if they could comprehend even a tiny fraction, it would undoubtedly benefit them for a lifetime.

Especially recently, since those sects led by the Iron Hand Sect had provoked the Dark Unit, if Ning Cheng was truly not dead now, there would certainly be a wonderful show to watch.

This was Crown Prince Du Yuan; he had probably never been slapped in the face publicly in all his life, let alone in such a fresh and refined manner.

Many people had already asked Zhang Xiehou this question, but he had not told the truth. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but rather that he couldn't. This was an earth-shattering matter, and speaking of it would inevitably bring about countless unnecessary troubles. Therefore, he could only casually find an excuse, and even with that excuse, troubles continued to pour in.

Almost pierced in the rear by a pitch-black flying sword, Zhu Wuneng let out a startled shriek, rolled on the ground once more, and fell flat on his face in a most ungraceful manner.

His spiritual sense now reached nine hundred meters. To avoid alerting the enemy, Yang Yiyun did not release his spiritual sense until he reached the halfway point of the mountain.

"Everyone in the world knows that the Array Demon Yang Wentian and I are as incompatible as fire and water, but that is just on the surface. Actually, whenever we met, we were both too proud and arrogant to submit to one another, frequently comparing our mastery of array formations. Gradually, we grew to appreciate each other, becoming friends who cherished one another as heroes."

Liu Shiyu was momentarily stunned. Having never been ordered around by anyone before, she unconsciously handed the microphone over to the other person.

***

Xing Ming paused, lowered his head to look at his left hand, and discovered that at some unknown point, the Insect-Transforming Pill in his hand had vanished.

Leng Meiying frowned secretly, not because of the two grade-five magical beasts before her, but because of the several experts lurking in the shadows.

Shen Chongwu was somewhat puzzled as to why he still couldn't defeat Wang Jing despite using the same moves. Even if he couldn't win, he should have scored at least two points out of ten, yet he hadn't scored a single one.

Gu Ruoli was the same. Ever since she left the capital, she had been traveling continuously, and upon returning to Qingyang, matters had piled up endlessly. She truly hadn't had the leisure to spare a thought for such things, and only today did she remember that it had been a very long time since she had properly enjoyed fresh melons and fruits.

Lowering her head abruptly, Mo Qing felt as though her face was being scorched by fire like the roasted pig, turning burning red.

When an Emperor-tier powerhouse went all out in a desperate frenzy of attacks, even the middle-aged man whose cultivation was clearly a stage higher than his felt a creeping sense of dread.

"As you can see, my current condition isn't great either. Could you give me some food and hot water?" Forget about whether he would get to eat chicken or not; right now, Yan Feng was only thinking about getting something in his stomach to stave off his hunger.

Yuan Xiu was slightly startled. Feng Chun was referring to him—though he was the Son of Heaven now, according to what Mu Wangzi said, Guo Shiwu had rendered immense help to Feng Chun and was also an elder to both of them, shouldn't they privately address him as maternal uncle?

Sensing that the Great Yin-Yang Holy Mother was retreating rapidly at full speed, Tairuoyuehua breathed a sigh of relief and did not pursue. Although the Great Yin-Yang Holy Mother had been heavily injured, she herself had also reached her limit; right now, even an ordinary True Monarch could easily take her down.

A thousand demons were sealed within the ancient bronze gates. If the seal were broken, those thousand demons would undoubtedly wreak havoc upon the Bright Moon Country.

Jin Shanshan's hand tightened slightly, her fingertips turning white, and she sneered, "It's just medical expenses, I can still afford it." Though her words sounded light and breezy, the nails of her tightly clenched fists dug an inch deep into her flesh, and tiny beads of blood seeped across her palms.

After settling the two of them, Ziyun went straight to the outer reception hall. Everyone who wished to see Ziyun was waiting here, and naturally, members of the He family were meticulously taking care of everyone.

***

"Ranked first?" Lü Tianming was even more puzzled. If this sword tower was truly ranked first, why had it ended up stranded in a place like this?

Returning to the Deer Sword Garden, Zhuo Mei and Zhuo Jin had already prepared hot water and clean undergarments. Although the July night already carried a hint of chill, the summer heat had not yet entirely dissipated. Du Furi bathed and changed, emerging from the inner chambers with his long hair loose, only to see that Du Mo had also changed into a set of fitted martial attire, sitting in the lower seat waiting with a furrowed brow.

Since a direction had been found, and there was a possibility of protecting the Immortal Realm, almost all the major magnates agreed.

The Third Elder could not endure this provocation, opened his mouth, and spewed a mouthful of blood. Covering his chest with his left hand, he dropped to one knee until the True Flame spread over his entire body, beginning to consume him.

Lü Tianming nodded. Putting it that way, it wasn't too bad. After a moment of thought, he took out a Xiantian-grade magical artifact, a Mo blade, from his inventory to exchange for contribution points.

Having finished these three phone calls, I relaxed completely. I have no classes today, so I'll continue cultivating; the road ahead is still long and arduous.

Huang Qianjian began to ripple the void, creating countless spatial ripples that then condensed into a giant hand, attacking the young man. Suddenly, a water dragon flew out from the sea, merged with the giant hand, and charged together toward the young man.

Zhao Zhijun responded in a deep voice and practically dragged Chu Yu out. It wasn't until they were out of the hall that Chu Yu's shouting could be faintly heard.

Guo Fan's expression shifted slightly. He stood up to open the door, and a short, thin man entered. The man closed the door, omitted any bows, and said, "Fourth Young Master, the matter you asked me to investigate has yielded some news." As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Yin and his companion.

"Alright, I understand. Go greet them first, I'll be right there." With that, the old man began to pack up his fishing gear.