Chapter 106: The Sovereign

My Years as a Tomb Raider Uncle Jiuyou 1256 words 2026-04-13 15:54:58

I lifted my weary head slightly and inscribed the Ghost-Slaying Technique in the air. This technique was boundlessly powerful; a crimson light shot forth with a roar, vanishing in an instant.

Within less than half a minute, He Yiwen seemed utterly drained of strength before collapsing heavily into my arms. Seeing her frail, boneless appearance, my heart immediately tightened with worry.

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My attacks were nothing if not formidable. Yet, what vexed me was that even with both hands attacking, it took roughly seventy effective strikes to subdue this creature—unless every hit was a critical strike or skill was fully unleashed.

“Can you really trust words spoken in drunkenness? They’re like sleep talk—hardly to be taken seriously,” Liu Haiying dismissed with a wave of her hand. She still relied on her parents for meals; where would she find money to travel?

Jinniang entered the room to find the prince already seated inside. Alongside him stood a middle-aged covert guard, while the princess sat close by the prince. Jinniang was confused, unsure who the real prince was.

Suddenly, Leng Huating relaxed his grip, disdainfully pushing the second master aside. Then, with a swift kick to his waist, the wheelchair slid back. Leng Qian stepped forward, pushing him back to Jinniang’s side.

“Stay here to cultivate. Call on us anytime if there’s trouble.” Before the words had even faded, the three had vanished from Yun Guo’s sight.

This was truly a gathering of masters; no one dared act rashly. Aside from a few high-ranking figures of the landlord’s sacred battlefield, even the peerless foolish ruler felt somewhat oppressed.

“Can creation and destruction coexist?” the Great God of Creation murmured, then disappeared into the void. Both were gravely wounded—requiring a full million years of recuperation to recover.

“From now on, matters concerning my son are your responsibility.” His talent for judging character was no match for his wife’s keen insight.

When Helan Desheng said this, the three exchanged a subtle change in expression. When had their eldest brother become like this? It seemed he feared the one who sought to seize the Dimensional Manual. Moreover, Helan Hui’s death struggle was not to be publicized by the clan.

Twenty minutes later, the three arrived at Wolf Fang Mountain, where jagged stones loomed, wolves howled incessantly, and various wolf demons prowled the stone forest. The two warriors, Zhan Tian and his companion, felt chills crawl up their spines; if not for their trust in Yun Guo, they would never have dared come.

Willow branches brushed the ground, azure birds soared, and two figures of unparalleled elegance moved gracefully—so beautiful it was like a painting, making one unconsciously ignore the vast chasm that lay between them.

Ever since the incident in the operating room, inspections of inns, rental houses, and newcomers had been ongoing, hoping to find suspects through such means. Yet no trace of Chu Qi was found; the only result was uncovering some criminals hiding in the shadows.

Jiang Lang briefly recounted Lei Nu’s background. He knew little about Lei Nu and could not elaborate further.

“You two must leave Linhai City immediately and never return!” After a moment, Luo Zhenggang left these words before departing with a flick of his sleeve.

“Should we intervene? Should we? As colleagues, can you just watch him die?” Sister Hong grew irritated by Wei San’s foolish question.

The Zibingxin siblings widened their eyes in disbelief. “Impossible.” They exchanged looks full of unspoken astonishment—it was simply too incredible.

“Rou’er, don’t worry. Haoqi was injured and has gone into the tower to heal,” the Ninth Concubine said softly to me.

An identical face. Mu Yan’s face. It seemed all the clones had arrived at this moment.

Because Princess Aidana’s appearance, manner, speech, and bearing could hardly conceal the noble and exalted aura of royalty, while Jiang Lang’s plain, rustic looks would arouse suspicion if they were said to be engaged. It was better to regard them as master and servant.