Chapter 102: The Artificer's Journal

The two ascended along the steep, narrow exploration path, the uneasy roars of the Golden Stone Beast behind them gradually fading until the rocks blocked out the sound completely.

Only when they once again felt the relatively thin yet normal air of the upper mine tunnel, and saw the faintly glowing lighting ores embedded in the distant mine walls, did Bai Yuening’s tightly wound nerves finally ease a little.

Leaning against a relatively dry rock wall, she panted heavily, every inch of her body screaming with pain and exhaustion.

Spiritual power.

Since this place, the Silent Extinction Valley, was a gathering ground for many sacred sites of the demon clans, with numerous shrines like the Fire Emperor’s Palace standing deep within, concealed among countless skeletal remains...

“What a pity,” the Eighth Prince said, his gaze towards Tian Ling mirroring exactly the look Song Que had cast at Tian Ling long ago.

Even though separated by thousands of miles, Lei Jiuye’s voice seemed to thunder directly into Liu Yanjun’s ears.

Everyone looked up to see how the storm clouds above had already blanketed an area spanning a hundred miles in every direction.

Xuanyuan smiled with relief, patting Hanshi on the shoulder: “Since we are friends, we should trust each other. No one is more or less qualified than another.” As he spoke, he extended the fist symbolizing unity, meeting Hanshi’s fist in solidarity.

“I understand now,” Xuanyuan’s fractured consciousness pulsed, sending out a mental wave. He was very excited.

In the living room, he picked up his phone and dialed Li Huizi’s number, but no one answered.

However, these icy attacks were ultimately limited; they could not inflict any fatal harm on the leader of the Beixuan Sect. All efforts were in vain.

With the method of spirit attack broken, Bai Mo’s heart was thrown into utter terror, but only for a fleeting moment before he regained his composure and continued to retreat.

“Since I have asked you, I expect the truth. If you resort to the evasive answers you gave during court, then there is no need to speak at all,” the emperor said.

But I soon understood why: he picked up the dagger again and asked me, “If it gets any longer, it won’t fit inside. What then?” It seemed his main reason for lingering in the mortal realm for a year was to devise a perfect assassination plan.

This order was transmitted via spiritual sound. Over twenty early-stage True Martial experts trembled in their bodies, ready for action, their faces etched with grief and anger. Today’s loss of masters was severe; Fengyun City was destroyed. If the madman could not be captured, Fengyun Manor’s reputation would be lost entirely.

Du Yan was a third-rank official. During the Zhenguan era, the annual income from salary, allowances, land rents, and servant subsidies for a third-rank official amounted to roughly one million yuan in today’s currency—naturally, that was sufficient.

Your Majesty, I share the same view. Lord Lu has been preparing in Liaodong for years, with well-trained troops and ample supplies. This is the perfect opportunity to attack the Later Jin Jurchens. In my opinion, these negotiations need not continue.

Since Liu Bang arrived, he has neglected his duties. I know he likes to gamble, but how could he lose a million when his usual bets are only a few hundred? I feel something is amiss. The urgent matter is to go and listen—judging by their tone, they are no good. Despite everything, Liu Bang is my client, and over time we have gotten along well.

No further questions were pressed regarding the Dark Assassin organization, for he knew that with Phantom’s warning this time, unless the Dark Assassins were utterly foolish, they would dare not attack him again. As for the Wang family, hmph.

At this moment, the Northern Emperor withdrew his gaze. Divine beings do not communicate directly. There was no benefit in sensing each other now.

What concerned him was Chen Fang. Though he was killed upon revealing himself, Liu Yi clearly saw a unique divine power atop Chen Fang, shielding the radiant light above.

“As long as you’re happy, whatever you ask Zhiyun to do, she will gladly comply.” Once the words were spoken, Zhou Zhiyun relaxed, wrapping her arms around Zhao Dong’s waist, her large, enchanting eyes gazing at him with deep affection.