Chapter 69: Kidnapping a Corpse

Just as I was lost in thought, a shrill ring shattered the calm in the hall. Everyone hurriedly composed themselves, standing along both sides of the hall, scarcely daring to breathe. With such a calamity befalling the family, if it could not be resolved, the Su family would surely be trampled beneath others’ feet. Master Su was always proud and unyielding, never placing anyone in his eyes. Now, seeing himself...

The plump man was instantly captivated by the sight of the strangely shaped, bloodstained mace, and gazed at Ying Zheng with anticipation.

“Physician Fang, do you have any elixirs that can dispel this poison?” Yin Lingyuan suddenly spoke, deliberately emphasizing the word “elixirs.”

At her words, the plump man quickly retrieved two fire-starters from his bag and lit them. The faint glow illuminated the underground cave.

Having been rejected twice in succession, Feng Yuyao’s face could no longer conceal her embarrassment. Her eyes reddened, as if she was about to cry.

“Let me do it. You can start thinking—what do you want to eat?” Mo Nan looked over the group of Su Niannian and the others.

Even if they had to be killed, it would only be after the people from the munitions factory arrived. Killing them now served no purpose.

After a few minutes, Qin Feng found Su Tao and instructed him to bring all the hidden sentries back into the valley, leaving not a soul outside.

Many gamblers who had been waiting to see a spectacle now cursed Gu Fengxian loudly, accusing her of lacking honor.

The word “Minister” slipped from trembling lips, floating on the breeze toward Duan Yue’s headless body. But the headless Duan Yue could not reply.

Xuan Yuan folded his hands in salute, assuming this must be Zhu Yueying’s mother. He immediately imagined Zhu Yueying would rush into her embrace and pour out all she had to say since their separation.

Suddenly, a flash of green light appeared on the stage, like a slender, curving thread, sparkling as it shot toward Xuan Yuan’s acupoint at the top of his head. His body convulsed as if struck by lightning, and he instantly regained clarity.

Each shop was spacious, with a large signboard displaying its name above the door and a cloth banner hanging in front, listing the store’s main offerings on both sides.

Yi Meilian called this the “Unified Universe Concept,” meaning there was no longer a so-called First Universe or Second Universe—they had merged into one common universe.

“Min Lianyi! Are you truly prepared to stand against our Temple?” At that moment, Buddha Page’s face was ashen, and the pressure of a Saint of War made it hard for him to breathe. Gritting his teeth, he spoke to Min Lianyi, hoping to use the Temple’s reputation to force her into submission.

As expected, after following the winding ramp, the group finally arrived at a spacious earthen palace. All around were clay tiles and pottery kilns. Apart from shackles and rusted, half-corrodded restraints carelessly discarded on the sacrificial altar, not a single piece of copper remained in the entire palace.

Ten seconds later, the sound of running water from the shower came from the bathroom, accompanied by Wu Yun’s carefree whistling.

“I’m fine. There are still more than ten days left of the holiday. But when the time’s up, we’ll have to leave,” Lu Fan said noncommittally.

This time, the one leading the Guiyou Sect’s delegation to the royal holy war was Gui Youling, the sect master himself, whose strength was nearly on par with that of a mid-level Saint Sovereign.

After all, Kunpeng had foreseen this day millions of years ago. How could he not have made ample preparations to ensure none of his powerful followers would be lost?

As for how to resolve the current predicament, Shaudi Khan had no effective plan at all.

“Sister-in-law, I heard you and Young Master Chu are getting married in March. Will you still be acting in films after the wedding?” After the introductions, Qing Cheng suddenly asked.

In truth, Fan Jin was calm enough, but not wanting to reveal her true strength, she pretended to be as tense as the others, while secretly collecting a considerable amount of medicinal herbs from the Spirit Peak.

Huang Rong pressed the attack. Seeing her opponent dodging left and right without being forced out of the field, she grew angry, increased her strength, seized an opening, and with a powerful palm strike, sent him flying out of the arena.