Chapter 79: The Heart Unison Technique

Early the next morning, Bai Yue Ning arrived in the grand hall of the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Arts. Jade slips and ancient texts filled the space like an endless sea; disciples moved silently to and fro, the only presence a faint fragrance of ink and a subtle aura of spiritual energy.

She did not linger on the first floor, but made her way straight toward the stairs leading to the fourth level. At the foot of the stairs, spiritual light shimmered. Two steward disciples, their auras deep and composed, stood guard. After verifying her pavilion token, one of them gestured for her to ascend, informing her that she was permitted two hours.

“No! He definitely isn’t. The Brotherhood of War wouldn’t care about repairing a single set of mecha,” the man with the scent of cologne raised his voice slightly.

That was as it should be. Whether Qing Sheng’s thoughts led him to hope or despair, at least he was reflecting on the meaning behind Takagi Naoto’s words. Takagi Naoto could only hope Qing Sheng would understand his predicament.

Baili Yan cast a deep look at Ji Mo Yun, saluted her with clasped fists, and hurried after him.

“Is something amiss?” Lord Xiong’s handsome eyes turned to Can Xiu, displeasure plain in his gaze. In comparison, he found himself more inclined to favor the child named Bamboo Spirit—mysterious, silent, unassuming, yet the one who had accomplished the most.

Jiu’er was terrified, her pupils widening in fear and her voice sharpening with panic, so much so that the newly risen sun outside seemed to hide behind the scant clouds.

Xia Wan felt only a deep helplessness. The corners of her lips curled into a bitter smile, yet she had nothing to say.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t bring an umbrella?” Qin Chu looked at Lin Yuxi, who hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, seemingly having noticed her embarrassment.

The Emperor Xuan knew Empress Yu well; she was fiercely protective of her own. Anyone she cared for, even if truly involved, would never be cast aside by the Empress for the sake of appearances.

In the next instant, sword energy exploded against the walls and ceiling, sending fragments of stone and dust flying in all directions.

Golden-patterned serpents—such creatures were recorded in the monster compendium that Lin Huang had studied in detail. Their strength ranged from the Black Gold to the Golden tier. Upon slaying one, there was a very slim chance a Primal Relic, the Golden-patterned Sword, would drop. Yet among sword relics, the Golden-patterned Sword was merely entry-level; in Lin Huang’s eyes, it was hardly worth pursuing.

“Who are you? Let me go!” As she spoke, Qin Yun turned her gaze to Wu Qianqian, her eyes burning with hatred. She had not expected Wu Qianqian would frame her.

Suddenly, the door burst open. The rush of air from outside sent Kamizuki Kyohei, who was speaking, tumbling out. They were, after all, high above the city of Tiangong. Of course, Ye Xingchen had given him a parachute pack; with Kamizuki Kyohei’s skills, he was in no real danger.

As a director, she naturally needed to prepare thoroughly for the entire film production, which included gathering sufficient funds.

Tog did not know that the reinforcements being sent to Luanshui Bank were troops from Withered Lands. His request was only for Xu Li to mobilize the army to reinforce the front at Luanshui Bank.

Chen Chen, however, unlike Qin Si before him, voiced no complaints. He accepted the outcome calmly, and only when he did so did Zhou Feng finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’m not sure I dare to go anymore…” Yin furtively wiped away his tears. In truth, he could hardly bear to leave such a glorious stage, but he knew his stamina could no longer match that of the younger generation.

The Celestial Yin Spirit Body was already one of the rarest of unique constitutions; after successful modification, there were perhaps only a handful of such beings in the entire cultivation world.

In the end, Reddy managed to suppress his impulse to attack. He still feared his army might collapse in total defeat. Aside from that, he had another worry: that the enemy before him, appearing as an isolated force, might be nothing but a ruse—a mere decoy.

Even Yi Yue, who had withdrawn to the side, and Xiao Huan, lost in his own world, were both surprised by He Zheng’s decision.