Chapter 125: Settling Accounts

Chu Yuan’s approaching footsteps seemed slow, yet to He Jiaming, they felt as if they were stepping directly onto his heart. As Chu Yuan drew nearer, He Jiaming found his breathing becoming increasingly labored.

"True Monarch, you have gone too far today." Just as Guo Huai was locked in a fierce battle with the Impermanence of Black and White, a somber voice echoed in his ear. Upon hearing it, the Impermanence of Black and White immediately retreated a hundred meters and knelt on the ground.

Opening his spatial ring to stow away his riches, Chen Xuan grabbed a young woman, buried his head into her cleavage, and inhaled deeply.

The far north had become a place of pure terror. Bloody, malevolent energy filled the sky, casting a gloomy shroud over ten thousand miles of crimson clouds. The surging spiritual energy was so thick it felt suffocating. For those with weaker cultivation, this aura would block their meridians, rendering them unable to circulate their own spiritual energy.

But here in the Sea City, no one knew he possessed the bloodline of the Heavenly War God. Without the constant, pressing fear of being coveted by others, Chu Yuan suddenly felt a sense of ease he had never experienced since arriving in this world.

This state continued for half a day until a new change finally appeared within his spiritual vortex. The rapidly rotating spiritual energy began to fuse, its concentration increasing significantly until it took on a dense, viscous quality.

After taking the jade pendant, Dharma Image did not immediately hand it to Jiang Yi, but held it aloft in mid-air.

While Ye Feng was still confused, Qin Ming'er whispered to him, "Hong Saiwan is the son of Hong Baoli, the Lord of Hong City." Ye Feng realized in a flash; it was just another arrogant rich kid relying on his background.

It was much like the relationship between the wealthy and the common folk of old, merely swapping the currency and the way of survival.

"What?" Dai Qi swung at empty air once again, feeling bewildered. This time, Ye Feng appeared directly in front of him, his hands moving in a blur as he landed a dozen punches in quick succession, all striking Dai Qi’s abdomen with force.

To see such an emotion on the face of an undead creature—the secrets hidden within surely exceeded anything a mortal could imagine.

Inside the memorial hall, after collecting the fifteen ancient artifacts offered there, Qin Han proceeded to smash all the soul tablets worshipped by the Shanshui Tribe.

Among them, Feng Qi’s peak-state cultivation remained entirely undiminished. Perhaps spurred by the incident with Long Qingyu, he held a reservoir of pent-up energy that he could not release, and it was this very intensity that kept his divine power in such a vigorous state.

When she returned and told him, "You do not have much time left," she had already been carrying the weight of that emotion. She bore it alone, not wanting him to feel any more guilt; this devotion was something the Heavenly God had to honor.

Looking at his face, one could easily be reminded of the parched earth in the northwest of the motherland, etched with deep, cracked ravines.

Yet, even with a price as staggering as fifteen taels of silver per jin, it was strange that the demand for the Jiangnan Snow and rock sugar in Yingtian City far outstripped the supply of one hundred jin and thirty jin available per day.

Zhu Yuanzhang had done enough; he encouraged the public to report corruption and granted commoners the power to escort corrupt officials directly to the capital. Yet, the result was always the same: one batch of corrupt officials was executed, only for another to emerge. It felt as if they were never decreasing, but rather, multiplying.

Zhu Lang’s words made Zhu Biao frown, though the matter of the Embroidered Uniform Guard was already inevitable. Zhu Yuanzhang had merged the Imperial Guard Command with the Yiluan Guard—it was the trend of the times. Originally, Zhu Biao had hoped his younger brother, Zhu Lang, might offer a different perspective.

The other party wore a long blue dress that sparkled brilliantly under the sunlight, looking absolutely beautiful.

Gold light shimmered in Qin Han’s eyes. Through the howling, turbulent winds, he looked toward the end of the thunderclouds, where a blazing, twisting bolt of white lightning was gathering.

She didn't know how to farm or identify wild goods, but she had a space of her own! That meant she wouldn't starve, right?

Walking through Meiya’s courtyard in such cold weather, a sense of warmth would inevitably stir in one’s heart.

Bo Jin began to study her character. Since she had decided to see it through to the end, she had to present the audience with the most complete and authentic Peach Demon possible.

She was close with Consort Xia, who had visited the Zhenrou Palace many times, so she was very familiar with the layout. She must have slipped out through the back door during the chaos earlier.

Because the Patriarch Bodhi had not gifted him the Demon-Revealing Mirror, Zhizunbao was slower to realize the identities of the two demons.

"Xiaoqing, are you alright? I am currently in a no-man's land near Hami, Xinjiang. Coming here, I knew it must have been an arrangement by my sister-in-law. She transferred me away; she must be planning something. You must have suffered a great deal, haven't you?"

I can see that my Qinghe is a bright child; how could he be an idiot or a fool?

Once the postwar reconstruction reached a lull, he raced home without a moment's delay. He thought to himself that even if his wife beat him to death upon his return, he would never run away from home again. He did not want to spend another day living on longing alone.

Approaching the steps of the Temple of Heaven, she lost her focus for a brief moment and tripped on the floor-length cloak of the person in front of her.

The silly-roe-deer clones were divided into groups of nine. Through the high-speed thinking mode, I deduced that this was the ideal number to form the Spring Slumber Sword Array in this environment.

In the beginning, one with great merit held all living things in their heart and was beloved by the masses. The Heavenly Dao sensed this and guided their ascension.

Ye Buwan was stunned, his footsteps freezing at the doorway, his body rigid and his heart filled with bewilderment.

Xu Ling did not want to beg Yang Ji. Based on her understanding of him, he would surely come. But whether a Venerable-level powerhouse could solve the problem remained unknown. If Yang Ji were to bring a Spirit Emperor-level figure, the Black Tortoise Shell Fragment would certainly fall into the hands of the Spirit Clan.

This reaction left Su Yunliang baffled. She looked at Long Zhan’s head, particularly the golden crown binding his hair, and suddenly felt an impulse to reach out.

Still, such a result was enough to make Xia Qing very happy. She knew this was the first time she had wounded a Starry Sky Monster in a single exchange, even if it was thanks to Xing Ying’s previous attack.