Chapter 137: The Treacherous Jianghu

Chu Wanqing was deep inside a permafrost cave, meticulously peeling the frozen soil away from a rare botanical treasure.

This girl’s luck was quite a mixed bag, hard to define simply as good or bad. Having been rejected by Qin Yue and harboring a long-held desire to venture out and temper herself in the outside world, she had impulsively slipped away from her sect. Yet, unexpectedly, this allowed her to successfully dodge a calamity. According to the original plans of Wang Hong and the others, had she remained behind, there is no telling what kind of unforeseen variables might have arisen. But for Chu Wanqing, it was merely—

At this moment, however, "the people" did not truly include the general populace; even the media rarely reported on the matter. Furthermore, various national governments and the financial sectors remained relatively optimistic.

He had no idea that this was merely a natural reaction to ingesting the ten-thousand-year ice marrow. Once the ice marrow encountered the gastric acid in his stomach, it would immediately dissolve, and at that instant, the wondrous effects of the celestial marrow would manifest without delay.

"Smack..." Zhang Tianyang suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his eyes catching the hazy, fishbelly-white hue of the dawn sky.

"But if we leave right now, will your grandfather agree?" Ron asked after a moment of thought. He truly had no desire to remain here, especially after the events of the previous night; the urge to escape was overwhelming, as this place made him feel profoundly uneasy.

Her crying grew increasingly violent and utterly unstoppable. Lu Rong's heart was thrown into complete turmoil by her distress. As he pondered the possibilities she had raised, he realized that if he failed to cooperate and something were to happen to Mo Ran, Fu Tianze would undoubtedly pull out all the stops to destroy him.

The blue-eyed man had no intention of showing mercy. He strode forward, looking every bit ready to pick up his weapon and ruthlessly end the Red Scorpion's life.

Thus, I began to spar with Zhao Xin. Whatever she said, I would respond with agonizing slowness, scrambling left and right for excuses and pretexts.

You Luo let out a loud cry as he leaped into the air, deftly extending his hands to cushion Huangerbo's head just as it was about to strike the ground.

The words had barely left his lips when Yangzi transformed into a sand crab, shrinking down to the height of Fairy Xiao's knees, with her garments draped over its shell.

The situation seemed to be spinning out of control. Backstage, Chu Yueting felt a wave of dizziness wash over her as her face turned pale. Out in the audience, Xia Xinran and the others wore similarly tense expressions.

In truth, Luo Yicheng found group dinners utterly tedious; he merely wanted to finish his work and enjoy a thorough, uninterrupted rest.

It was still the young man who suddenly thrust himself before her, acting as if he wished to intercept some lethal blow on her behalf. The very next instant, his chest was pierced right through, blossoming with a spray of crimson blood.

None of the tavern proprietors had ever heard of the name Han Yingshuo, so when someone appeared out of nowhere with such grandiose maneuvers, they could not help but feel a touch of curiosity.

Who says snake pearls have no other uses? Anything that NPCs utilized as quest materials could never be deemed useless.

"Are you going to break your word?" Li Yuan articulated each word with chilling precision, his tone turning fiercely menacing. The warning implicit in his declaration was self-evident.

"Ah—" Su Jingfeng let out another theatrical sigh, putting on a sorrowful display as if life itself had suddenly become unbearable.

Emerging from the Celestial Palace, she summoned a patch of drifting cloud and flew straight toward the mortal realm. Zhi Qian simply wished to witness with her own eyes what this realm between heaven and earth had ultimately become.

"Your words were not meant for me. If you wish to apologize, you should apologize to the person you bullied!" Xuan Yuanling said in a cold voice.

Zhi Qian had completely lost her reason and was entirely incapable of registering anything Yue Xia was saying. Her sole obsession at that moment was to reduce this world to ruins.

"Aunt Xu, he must have been bewitched by that vixen." An Luoyu's gaze carried a depth of hostility that was truly startling.

Walking side by side with the Crown Prince was a young man in white, possessing breathtaking features and an ethereal aura, refined and elegant as an immortal. Clad in garments as pristine as snow, he moved with a fluid grace that seemed almost alive, the hem of his robes sweeping through the air in a flawless arc. He was none other than the Prime Minister's only son—Liu Haoxuan.

This gesture also served to demonstrate to Wang Feng that he was genuinely capable of consuming such a massive quantity without the slightest bit of waste.

As dawn broke, the capital ushered in yet another bustling day, the streets alive with a ceaseless chorus of clamor and peddlers crying their wares.

Huiying spoke, while Haochen and Wudao concluded that lingering here any longer would yield no benefit, prompting them to retrace their steps and return the way they had come.