Volume 1 Chapter 24: The Villagers' Reaction

Liu Feng prepared to strike. To him, the tiger in front of him was a treasure. Moreover, handing it over to the authorities would not only yield a bounty but also spare innocent commoners from further harm.

"Don't blame me, you were meant to die anyway..." As Liu Feng’s voice rang out, he grabbed a tree branch with one hand and swung down while holding a heavy crossbow in the other.

The tiger, hearing the noise, had just lifted its head when it saw a fierce, menacing shadow pouncing upon it. Before it could react, Liu Feng arrived, using the momentum of his descent to kick the tiger squarely in the neck. The immense force sent the beast tumbling out from behind the boulder, startling the horses as well...

Mu Yuchen gathered his men, handing each a pill and emphasizing its importance.

Cui Bin gritted his teeth and pulled back his leg, which had been suspended in mid-air. He then swung his hands with great force, causing the handcuffs and shackles he held to coil around his fists, transforming them into a formidable and lethal weapon.

Prompted by Wu Tianliang, An Dingguo suddenly proposed a new strategy. It was a viable plan; if the ruler of the Desolate Kingdom were short-sighted, he might have agreed. Unfortunately, the Salt Town was dealing with Xiao Mo, a man who cared little for face and considered matters far more deeply.

Suddenly, the star-filled galaxy before his eyes dispersed, like veils being lifted one after another. The vast, infinite universe appeared desolate and empty—void of life, filled only with chaos. Yet, this chaos was not stagnant; it was in motion, slowly evolving.

Previously, Xiao Mo and his men had lost over fifty warhorses and their most precious soldiers. Consequently, the development of the Xiao Village cavalry had not gone smoothly. While there were men who could ride, warhorses were in desperately short supply. To train the cavalry, livestock such as donkeys and mules were even being used as substitutes.

A silver dragon with icy eyes suddenly emerged from Jiang Yu’s shirt, circling him in flight.

Cui Bin had no desire to pay attention to such a person. In his eyes, Huang Guangqiang was nothing more than an ant, one he could crush into dust with a few casual steps. Since his previous conversation with Gu Chongyang, he had finally understood the ranking system for beast masters, though he only knew as far as the Guiyuan Beast King; anything beyond that remained a mystery to him.

"Bring Yuan Yi to me!" Yuan Shao commanded in a rage. Yuan Yi had been tasked with guarding the rear, and since the mission had failed, Yuan Shao naturally demanded an explanation.

Xia Ziqi’s body was taut like a spring, her pretty face filled with shock and her watery eyes brimming with panic.

The two departed in haste. After traveling through the mist for about two or three hours, a stone forest appeared ahead. Chengtian said, "Brother Xu, look at that stone forest ahead. Why don't we stay there for a while? Once you have recovered from your injuries, I have something important to discuss with you."

Due to the haste of their departure, he had only partially refined his weapon, leaving it unable to unleash the full power of a mid-grade spiritual artifact. Now that the situation was urgent, Chengtian had to intensify the refinement.

Damn, why did that sound so familiar? It sounded like something Mo Feng had shouted not long ago... Now that it was being thrown back at him, one could only wonder how he felt—he must have been wishing for death.

"Alright, you can answer my questions now." Ye Qian threw him onto the ground, stepped on his chest with his left foot, and pressed his gun against the man’s forehead.

To be honest, Patterson never thought the word "friend" could be so depressing.

This was a wide-open space, located about ten kilometers west of the city. As the siege began, the "Moonlight Tiger" guild had designated this area as the base and takeoff field for their aerial combat units.

The path Di Sama had taken was the latter, which was why he was so much more powerful than other death knights. This was also the type of path Yu Bin hoped to take, rather than what he called the "castrated" version of a death knight.

However, things were not that simple. A massive, overwhelming pressure suddenly descended, rendering Chengtian and Xu Changde unable to move. In an instant, Chengtian, still clutching Xu Changde with an expression of pure terror, remained frozen in mid-air, looking incredibly eerie.

"Alright, everyone get ready. I will charge out first. The fire-attribute techniques I cultivate have a suppressive effect on these ghost mists. Follow closely behind me," Zhuo Yihang volunteered.

Although the "Immortal Food Pavilion" had the word "immortal" in its name, it was merely a place for the Ziqi Sect’s laborers to eat; inner-sect disciples did not dine there.

"The rules of the military camp do not allow for special treatment for anyone. Seventh Prince, I am sorry, but I cannot make exceptions!" Mu Ying said with a stern expression. After speaking, he looked at Yun Rong with softened eyes. "Yun Rong, this place is not suitable for you. You should return to the palace early." Though he felt reluctant to let her go, he could not bear to see her suffer here.

Cai Jiao knew Wang Xiue well and was clear about her mother's preferences. Even if Wang Xiue didn't usually wear such jewelry, she loved it. She was happy just keeping it in the safe, as she would secretly take it out to wear when she was alone.

Yun Rong ignored them and continued to eat heartily. Jing Yao had no appetite, while Chu Ruoxi, who was always carefree, chatted incessantly about this and that. Only Wanwan seemed to sense something, occasionally staring blankly at Yun Rong.

Over the next week, Pei Zhen led Cai Jiao and the others all over the area, eventually finding a suitable location for their sect. For Pei Zhen, the harvest from this trip was immense. They had surveyed the land and found a site for their sect; now, it all depended on the official response.

Jing Yao’s eyes flickered at these words, her lips turning pale instantly. She lowered her head to take a sip of tea, her heart churning with regret and pain, and said nothing more.

Jing Heng frowned slightly, feeling puzzled. How could Yun Rong be connected to Jiang Yuan? Could it be that Jiang Yuan had malicious intentions and was using her? Jing Heng could not fathom it.

The monk master he saw every day, whom he felt he knew so well and who had such a gentle temper, seemed to have become shrouded in a mist in his eyes, making him difficult to see clearly.

The invitation in Yan Jiu's hand explicitly requested the ancestral grounds of the Nine-Tailed Fox clan, specifically the lands of their venerated immortals. To be bullied to such an extent—even if Xi Yu had not accompanied him this time, he would not let this matter rest.