Chapter 161: Terrible News

When the incense pellet had burned halfway down, occupants in two of the rooms began to react, and roars echoed from within.

Another chashu later, everyone in all five rooms showed reactions.

Advisor Sun and Steward Xiao pushed open the doors to inspect them one by one.

Shortly after, the two men walked out.

Advisor Sun wore an arrogant expression. "What kind of rubbish is this? It completely fails to meet our master's requirements."

Bai Huan raised an eyebrow. "I have already modified the Bai family's fragrance formula, significantly increasing the proportions of the key ingredients."

Li Cuixuan lay horizontally across Li Zhongyi's waist. Although it was much more comfortable than a horse saddle, it was still uncomfortable in the end.

Regardless of the sect, each possessed such guardian formations—ranging from one or two to as many as several dozen. What players needed to do was choose three sects to challenge, break their grand formations, and earn their recognition before being eligible to participate in their server's top ten masters tournament.

This was a place blessed by generations of Dragon Gods. Every dragon warrior holding a Purgatory Token in their hand was a future star of the dragon race. Once the power of the token was activated, divine might would descend upon them, allowing them to traverse the void and escape into the Dragon Purgatory from no matter where they were.

"Picked one out? Then let's go, take us to see the house!" Danton no longer wished to stay at the Golden Goose Inn; it was too crowded and mixed with all sorts of people, making it inconvenient to do anything. Besides, he had no idea when the Assassin's Creed assassins might strike again. Moving into his own house was the safest option, as he could release a large number of ghouls to patrol.

Regarding this near-supernatural phenomenon, I could only express my heartfelt admiration. In every trade, there is a master; the ancients truly did not deceive me.

Thinking along these lines, could Li Ru's ultimate goal be to take advantage of the situation and help Lü Bu seize this territory?

This gentleman's voice initially sounded as calm, bland, and wave-free as an ancient well, just like any other Holy Alliance member. Yet upon closer inspection, it carried an indescribable eeriness and charm, with every single word stimulating the most primitive and deepest recesses of the human brain.

It was common knowledge that the "Ling family," a vassal family of the Purple Extreme Sword Sect, was going to resolve the chaotic situation in Wunan.

Consequently, the Song Dynasty market suffered from a severe shortage of circulating currency. Yet when unearthed in later generations, thousands upon thousands of strings of copper coins were frequently dug up from underground, eighty percent of which dated back to the Song Dynasty.

"Very well, I'll do as you say. Carlos's Heavenly Death Knell—tsk tsk tsk, that's really not easy to endure." The barbarian muttered this softly, harboring a hint of psychological shadow. Could it be that he had suffered from it before?

Thus, he ordered an extra-large Simmons mattress at this shop. Since it was close to the manufacturer, the proprietress directly told him to come and pick it up the day after tomorrow.

Ruan Meng also joined the ranks of envy, jealousy, and hatred. She looked at other people's mount demonic pets, then back at her own Earth Dragon Breaking Sword, and let out a sigh.

She had never lost her memory at all, nor did she know that Brother Zilong had once wanted her to lose it. When she appeared here, there was no one else around her.

Yet he possessed one virtue: he was extremely willing to help those solitary rogue cultivators. As long as one could find him, he was happy to assist with any matter. Over time, he gained an exalted reputation among the rogue cultivators of the cultivation world, and was even hailed as the guardian deity of the solitary cultivator.

Xiao Yan also carefully analyzed the matter. Throughout the entire day yesterday, apart from having breakfast at the old Xiao residence and sharing lunch with him at noon, Ji Xinliang's only other activity was keeping Ji Nuanxin company for coffee during her lunch break.

However, the moment these two venomous snakes were severed, black snake blood sprayed from their wounds as well, acting almost as if it possessed a spiritual awareness. Large swathes of snake blood lunged toward Long Xingyu, and the foul, rancid stench left no doubt as to its toxicity.

The ten Divine Mechanism Camp cultivators standing grimly behind Dongfang Lingmu remained motionless, their masked faces revealing no expression. The wind continued to rustle the red robes they wore, producing a soft, snapping sound.