Chapter 29: The Insincere Youth

Ying Zhiyao was a genius; she could master a piece of music after hearing it just once and memorize a score with a single glance. She always possessed a unique insight into emotional expression, maximizing the very feelings the music was intended to convey. It was a melody that could strike directly into the depths of the soul.

"Wait, here is three thousand yuan. Take one thousand each, go have some fun tonight, and work hard for me tomorrow." Zhao Zilong pulled them aside and stuffed a stack of bills into their hands.

"This isn't the first time you've colluded with the prefect, is it? What other wicked deeds have you committed in the past?" Qian Jun asked suddenly.

Gradually, his power began to retract into his body and consolidate within his form. No longer wildly venting outward, he focused on disciplined restraint. This avoided unnecessary depletion and further elevated the quality of his cultivation.

In the center of the bib, a pocket had been sewn. Mrs. Wei filled the pocket of every child with a large handful of peanuts, then added a few candies to each.

Xia Zheng was slightly stunned upon hearing this. He realized that Yin Santong’s memories contained no mention of an invitation, clearly suggesting that his status was not high enough to qualify for one.

"Shut up! You are not allowed to insult... you are not allowed to insult my father!!!" The Black Dragon roared, and the massive rock He Xi had been leaning against shattered instantly.

As soon as Yun Xiaoxiao finished speaking, the three doctors stopped their movements simultaneously and looked over. One of them stroked his goatee, looking extremely displeased.

Old Xie and the other two wore expressions of utter dismay; the situation Xu Fan currently faced had clearly fallen into a disadvantage, perhaps even a desperate trap.

Everyone had lowered their banners and hushed their drums. Aside from gazing with yearning, only the sound of the wind could be heard—the calling from afar.

"I... I am willing..." Li Ya was entranced, nodding blankly. Perhaps this was happiness sent from the heavens?

"It's hard to say. If they want to reduce the number of competitors, they certainly won't let us, being so weak and isolated, go free." Ji Muzi knew all too well how brutal the struggle between successors could be, and he understood that sparing any enemy might lead to a counterattack once that person regained strength in the future.

Shining with five colors of light were the Essence Stones of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth.

Even Xia Qianwei, who sat perched on the edge of the railing like a statue, could not help but open her eyes, a flicker of astonishment appearing within them.

The Grand Princess could not discern Su Ziqin's true intentions for the moment. Fearing that her current silence was merely a ploy to gain Tao Zhuohua's trust, she decided to warn her after the banquet not to set herself against Tao Zhuohua.

"Ge Tian!" the Sword Saint shouted, looking down at Ge Tian's corpse before him, unable to hold back his tears and lamentations.

At that moment, a disciple with a cultivation at the ninth stage, having only tempered his physical body to a strength of eight hundred jin, entered the iron cage. Through a moment of carelessness, he was torn into several pieces by the demon.

"Old Huang, do you think there will be any problems with how I handled this?" After the hall masters had left the main hall, Jiang Qingrong asked Elder Huang beside him with a look of worry.

"Pursue them! Ye Qing, that traitor, has caused the deaths of so many of our brothers. We must catch that traitor Ye Qing and avenge them!" Qiu Qiongying said, mounting her horse and riding forward.

Lan Ruoxi did not pay attention to the interaction between Pang and Ji, focusing instead on the conditions of Zongzheng Qianxi and Zongzheng Haoyue.

"..." Struck at my weakest point by Old Qin, my heart began to race, and my expression became strained and stiff, as if I had been caught cheating.

It seemed as if this man truly intended to let Lu Yan witness the true methods of the sword path. He did not use his cultivation to suppress Lu Yan; instead, he raised the willow branch in his hand, focused his spirit, and manifested a brilliant, phantom sword shape from between his brows, channeling it into the willow twig.

Two swift and abrupt sounds suddenly rang out in the tunnel. Zeng Zhi collapsed backward, rolling on the ground like a madman, his hands frantically clawing at his face. Startled by the bizarre noise, Han Lei jumped back two steps as the lotus fire ignited instantly upon his arms.