Chapter 28: Connected to the Heretical Cultivator

In the eyes of Yan Kong and the others, the mastermind in the surveillance room must have sealed off the surrounding walls to protect the remaining individuals from the aftermath of the battle.

However, the transmigrator had no choice. In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, the forces that would eventually breach Beijing would be either the Manchus or Li Zicheng’s rebels. Although Zhu Youjian loathed the roaming bandits, if forced to choose, he would rather perish in Beijing alongside the Tatars.

The name of the Assassin had faded into legend; those present had not even heard of it. Zhang Nianzu did not offer much explanation; Assassin was currently suffering from severe, unhealed wounds, and her abilities could not be demonstrated. To speak more would only embarrass her.

Yet, after experiencing this incident, he felt that this object was not as simple as he had imagined.

For a moment, when Yang Xiao pointed this out, Duan Zhixuan, who had remained unmoved by his side, felt his body tremble slightly.

Compared to the enthusiastic guests within Thunder Eagle City, Archis, the Lord of Heaven’s Might City, was far more dejected.

"I have some trade secrets they need in my possession..." Zhang Shuxin could only explain as straightforwardly as possible.

Tang Wansheng utilized his affinity for the metal element to control the metallic components beneath the earth, probing for various pieces of information.

Likewise, if the battle on the flank was destined to be a victory for the Allied forces, then the outcome of the frontal battlefield held little suspense; the battleship fleet led by Wilton would inevitably be devoured by the Imperial army. This was an unavoidable result, or rather, one that was bound to happen.

"I am Shangguan Haoxian of the Shangguan family from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. May I ask what business you have?" Ye Ziang asked.

At the same time, Jun Yao was provided with recent intelligence on the Colonel Mercenary Group. They had successfully completed several missions, but the difficulty of these tasks was low, as if they were merely training their troops.

Yu Zinuo was startled, as if she had truly never considered this question. Let it be; she had nothing to hide, so she had no reason to fear the shadows.

"What is the matter? Can my beloved consort present calligraphy and paintings to Huangfu Jun, yet I am not worthy of the same?!" Someone was angry, and the consequences were grave.

The pendant, emitting a faint white glow, released a strange ripple that vanished into space, transmitting to some unknown destination.

***

Indeed, a solitary swing sat in the center of the arena, draped in vines and leaves, looking exactly like the one seen at Entai’s place. Yu Zinuo felt a sudden tremor in her heart and instinctively recoiled, wanting to turn back.

It was already noon when Hai Lan woke up. Hearing voices outside, she rubbed her eyes, completely unaware of what had happened. She only heard the sound of the door closing, and then Old Man Lian entered.

"Yun'er, it's me." Sikong Han’s voice came from the other end of the phone, and Yu Yun could still detect the weariness in his tone.

Isn't this what you all said? That she was ungrateful? That she, Ye Hailan, was frivolous and disdained all men?

A faint smile curled at the corners of Hai Lan’s lips, which appeared dazzlingly bright to Li Hong. Li Hong showed no embarrassment at being clad only in his underwear; instead, he smoothed his side-swept bangs and began to preen. Kong Dawei, standing nearby, felt his heart sink. Young Master Hong, do you even know who she is?

"It is not a matter of the country, Your Majesty. Do you know the difficulties of sailing?" Zhang Nan said earnestly.

Because upon entering, one would see clear skies and sunny weather, or perhaps a starry night during a rainfall. No one would believe these were illusions, and no one suspected that this gathering place had any issues.

Although Hao Shuai was arrogant in his words, when it came to actual fighting, he hid behind Chu Feng like a rat scurrying across the street.

Upon learning of the Heart-Devouring Worm clan, Chu Feng was shocked, but he felt little fear.

Lychees were rare in Chang'an because they were extremely delicate; their color would change in a day at room temperature, their fragrance would alter in two, and by the third day, they would be unpalatable. Furthermore, they grew in the Shu region and Lingnan, both places far from Chang'an. If transported by ordinary means, they would likely rot before reaching the city.

Shen Ling'er was also carried onto the Magic-Horned Flying Eagle, looking at Yun Xiaotian with eyes full of admiration.

After all, in a place like Shanghai where land was worth its weight in gold, building a luxury five-star hotel in such a prime location was not something an ordinary person could achieve.

Just as Mietian and the Controller were stunned, a figure shot out. Mental and soul power surged simultaneously toward that figure, and a tremendous force hoisted Meng Batian, suspending him before Mietian and the Controller.

Although the Aoyan Universe God was known as the first Universe God of the Guanghan Star Domain, Chu Feng was no pushover. If it truly came to a fight, who would win would only be known after the battle.

***

Shen Hao watched Shen Yan’s face, which had turned radiant in an instant, and also offered a gentle, happy smile.

But this habit seemed impossible to resist; it was simply how it manifested. However, such an explanation was merely a form of consolation.

Shen Wanyu took the note. She looked at it curiously, and after reading it, a cold sneer curled the corners of her lips.

The "Heartbreak Grass" is a highly toxic vine plant. Legend has it that Shennong, who tasted a hundred herbs, died after consuming the Heartbreak Grass.

"You tell me!" Ding Ning had already begun to grow suspicious. She looked at me, then at Wang Zeliang, and asked.

Weishang laughed softly, reaching out a large hand to tousle Shangguan Jin’s hair, messing up her soft, dark tresses before finding a place to sit down.

Chen Luo felt no fear. He pressed his fingers together into a sword shape and struck out fiercely. Crimson light intertwined, and in an instant, a red sword wreathed in silver lightning pierced forward.

"My dear minister, look at this!" Zhuge Feng threw a memorial at Nalan Gang with an expressionless face.

With a smile on her lips, framed by a red fox-fur coat, Jiang Yunxian’s face appeared increasingly delicate and flower-like. Her maturing features already hinted at the peerless beauty she would become. Before long, the title of the number one beauty would surely return to Jiang Yunxian.

The canary seemed to understand her words; it flapped its wings and flew away. He stared quietly at the receding canary with obsidian eyes, not looking away until it was no longer visible.