Chapter 101: The Ruins of Taiyin Mountain

Xia Kingdom.
Taiyin City.

Having obtained a disguise technique from Old Yu, Qin Yue—transformed into a robust, dark-skinned man in his early thirties—was reading the newspaper in an inn.

[The Zhaoyang Sect has recently suffered upheavals: Vice Sect Leader Yue Mingxi, hailing from one of the sect’s seven ancient families, betrayed the sect by allying with the demonic Tianluo Sect, assassinated Sect Leader Ling Jinsong, and attempted a coup. However, the returning former sect leader Wang Hongxian from the celestial realm immediately struck him down, foiling the conspiracy.]

“I will find the Soul Stone,” Tiger said solemnly—a man’s vow.

Xiang Wentian’s words, merely a few, about the reappearance of soul worms on this continent, fell upon a silent crowd.

It was about half a month until the legendary Penglai Immortal Island would appear, yet those who rushed to the scene had already clogged the docks of Qinglong Island, leaving no space to pass.

What was he supposed to do? Was it really so obvious what needed to be done? Or did this fellow consider his presence perfectly normal?

It was simply not yet the time for all cards to be laid bare. The last time, the Xuanping Marquis’s mansion was able to dispatch ninety-eight deadly warriors; now, with an unorthodox approach, how many more trump cards did they hold? Were they plotting something sinister? These were questions Emperor Renshou was determined to unravel.

Rice felt his cheeks flush under Tiger’s gaze but quickly regained composure and met Tiger’s eyes calmly.

Hans was stunned, utterly unable to accept the demand to apologize to Sobis. Being beaten up and then having to apologize himself—no matter who knew—was a blow to his pride with nowhere to rest.

“Alright, alright, let’s not talk about that. How have you been lately?” He Chuan smiled, shifting the subject.

Suddenly, the auction hall erupted like a boiling pot. The once quiet venue transformed into a clamorous scene. Every bidder with even a shred of influence began raising their bids; even the previously reserved nouveau riche in the front row grew lively, becoming the main force in this round of bidding.

“Qing’er.” Xuanyuan Qimo looked helplessly at Qingyuan, who had suddenly become emotionally agitated—something he had never witnessed before.

Marrying Zhang Qingtin was certainly a safe bet, but no matter how capable she was, could she support the expenses of six mouths to feed? Even if she could, breaking even was all it amounted to—what benefits could the old Zhao family really reap?

Before leaving, he deliberately sought out He Yutang to ensure he would send word along the way, informing them of the exact departure date. He planned to arrive at Yonghe Town a boat ahead of Zhang Qingtin and then rendezvous on the larger ship.

“No need. It’s better if everyone goes together; there’s no need for special arrangements.” Fatigue was no issue, but a dull ache had begun to gnaw at his stomach.

The second officer also sensed the pain and couldn’t help but howl to the sky, then swung a punch at Xiao Feng again.

Back then, the position of family head was almost certain to fall to the eldest brother, but after his death on the battlefield, the old master took over. Since then, the family succession had long remained undecided, mainly because the old master himself hesitated.

After Angie left, my mood plunged into an indescribable melancholy. I truly wanted to catch up with her steps, but what would it matter once I did? Even our most basic communication now was painfully difficult.

This passage was long—several thousand meters—and Xiao Feng could clearly feel it was not a straight corridor. But such a length was nothing to him.

Mother of Xiniu had stood behind him for a long time without noticing. Only after clearing her throat twice did she finally react.

As the saying goes, giving gifts must cater to the recipient’s tastes to achieve the best effect. In this, Xu Zhiling was far more adept than Tian Xue.

“You bastard, how dare you lie to me…” Xia Siyi was nearly enraged beyond control and lifted her delicate fist to strike Lin Chen. But before her fist fell, the ringing of her phone startled her. Seeing it was her father calling, she hurriedly answered.