Chapter 29: Companions on the Train

"Ah Zhu, don't be like this. To your cousin, he is far more important than my own life. If he is unhappy, I will not go on living! It is because he is happy that I am alive, and that I find meaning in life," Qing Qiudie said to Murong Fuzhu.

Nodding slightly, Zhu Yifeng watched the eloquent Sun Maolin, pondering the meaning behind his words, while smilingly offering a reminder.

Suddenly, the Wild Wolf Army made a move that shocked everyone: they all disengaged from the Heavenly Dragon Army soldiers they were fighting and turned to head left.

Yet now, the appearance of this automobile overturned his previous thoughts. Deeply stirred by this epoch-making vehicle, Zhu Yifeng could not help but reach for the telephone.

Alas, it was merely a fleeting thought. As soon as it crossed his mind, the Ethereal Realm cultivators all collapsed to the ground in a faint.

If this were truly the case, it would be extremely disadvantageous for Ye Fan. Although Ye Fan was formidable and could fight against students of the first or second level of the Earth Realm without being defeated, the strength of a fifth-level Earth Realm practitioner was in no way comparable to those of the first or second level.

Wang Ming’s words were the truth; he truly did not know where Su Han had gone, and the spiritual herbs in Su Han's possession had certainly not fallen into his hands.

The train was about to depart. Wu Xinglian was on the train, and Luo Bingzhang was on the platform. As the two waved goodbye, Luo Bingzhang suddenly dropped to his knees and kowtowed to Wu Xinglian. Startled by this sudden act, Wu Xinglian was taken aback.

If she had known, why let her come here at all? How could events have unfolded so differently from her beautiful expectations?

Ceding Ezo was of no great consequence. Although it was a land "forever under the Emperor's rule," apart from the Matsumae Domain, how many daimyo in the realm even knew of that place, and who would care about it?

Even in such a perilous situation, Meng Hui could not help but admire the precision of Shen Yu’s archery. One must understand that this was not a level shot, but an upward trajectory; had he not been a master archer, he likely would not have had the ability to strike with a single arrow, let alone pierce through two men at once.

Recalling the past events he knew of, he showed a rare display of resolve, stepping forward to speak with indignation to the onlookers.

On a muddy road, laborers pushed heavy supplies side by side when they suddenly heard a commotion in the distance. A troop of Great Qian garrison cavalry charged out from the right. The commander of the defending Nanchun Army ordered his men to intercept, drawing their bows to loose arrows.

This left Chuxiu even more astonished. Hearing the implication in Yun Xiangrong’s words, it was clear she had made up her mind to take Zhuoyan away.

Returning along the same path, the dark gold gargoyle charged toward them, shaking the earth with terrifying force. This time, the dark gold gargoyle was not as depraved as the hellhound leader, which had trampled its own companions in pursuit.

"We cannot retreat. We must protect Lady Huo with our lives!" Having been "bullied" by the Gaochang people to such an extent, even without Lu Xiang’er, these hot-blooded men would not have retreated easily.

Thus, Tiansheng recounted the events of five years ago with some omissions. He did not mention that Master Wuming had lost his sight, for Tiansheng was still looking for a way to heal the master's eyes.

Shen Yongqi’s expression darkened, but he said nothing more, merely casting an unfriendly glance at Jiang Yijiu.

He had already made up his mind: rather than entangling himself here with Jin Fu and the others, it would be better to quickly seize the Nine-Sun Fire and escape. In any case, he was actually perfectly fine.

The people of Xu Family Village were startled from their sleep. As they prepared to ask what had happened, the moment they heard the shouts outside, they were struck with terror. No longer concerned with their earlier grievances or curses for being disturbed, they scrambled to put on their clothes and shoes in a panic.

What was even more eerie was that the fish, shrimp, insects, and spirit beasts beneath the sky seemed to be drawn by some unseen force, all flying toward the sky like moths to a flame, rushing into the rift from which the golden lightning tribulation erupted.

When the youths drank or lost money gambling, they would take their frustrations out on her, beating and kicking her, finding amusement in humiliation and violence.

Li Chao was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Song Dandan?" He felt it was incomprehensible that such a beautiful girl would have such a strange name.

Song Yi had not made a move in the cultivation world for fifty years, yet legends of him still circulated among the practitioners.

Sun Fengzhao had arrived here on foot, while they had used a temporary teleportation array set up by Long Ba to reach this spot. In terms of timing, it should have been perfectly aligned, but Long Ba still could not be one hundred percent certain that the person hiding here was indeed Sun Fengzhao.

I walked into the inner hall of Chongguang with my head bowed. Everything here remained as it was, yet seeing it now felt as if a thousand years had passed. Perhaps my current state of mind is simply that of a stranger in a familiar place.

While his companions moved to act, Fox did not join the counterattack against the biochemical specters, but instead rushed quickly to Su Mubai’s side.

"Shinji has given you enough trouble, but you really are a busybody," Toji said, his tongue sharp as ever.

After finishing his talk with the director, Li Chao hid with the MBC staff in an empty room very, very far from T-ara’s waiting room to prepare the evening’s surprise, while Li Chao busied himself making various phone calls.

Therefore, during the period it remained dormant, Li Jiang had to find a way to approach it and erase the original consciousness of the Heaven-Swallowing Beast.

The two men, one wielding a giant axe and the other a heavy blade in both hands, began a contest of strength against strength, and speed against speed.

Lu Xuan was overjoyed. He summoned the Remnant Goose Sword, poured all his spiritual energy into it, and shot toward the light.

From the moment they entered the Secret Realm of History until now, six or seven hours had passed. When Wen Xin entered, it had been nearly dusk outside, yet here it remained as bright as day, white as snow, as if night did not exist.

This was the second time the Carefree Sword had been defeated. Although it was only a rock-thorn beast cub, it possessed the peak strength of a second-tier spirit beast.