Chapter 34: Preparing for the Celebration Banquet

Fang Can fixed his gaze on the figure, and a tremor of terror seized his entire body.
Was this not Han Yang? How could he possibly be here?
After leaving Purple Phoenix Villa last time, Fang Can had gone to pay a visit to Chen Hu the very next day. He had been desperate to learn who exactly this Han Yang was, that Chen Hu would go so far as to transfer the deed of Purple Moon Villa to him. It was then that Chen Hu revealed the terrifying extent of Han Yang’s capabilities. He had not...

The auction continued. The staff of the Imperial Auction House were remarkably efficient; by the time the third item was being bid upon, a specialist had already delivered the Raging Falcon. Once the card payment was processed, the creature remained in Box 50.

Blocking the Wind-Devouring Finger, Ye Feng’s expression remained unchanged. He flipped his left wrist, which had been parrying the strike, and clamped onto Jin Bupo’s right hand with the grip of an iron claw. Simultaneously, he threw a right hook, his fist wreathed in a faint, shimmering cyan battle aura, and slammed it directly into Jin Bupo’s cheek.

Yue Le’s remark left Lu Zhanfeng completely bewildered, but a moment later, he realized that Lu Tianxiang was nowhere to be seen. Connecting the dots with Yue Le’s words, he concluded that something terrible had happened to Lu Tianxiang—most likely, he was dead.

However, it was clearly too late. The moment the orb of energy was cast away, no fewer than ninety figures had already swarmed in to surround them.

Luo Haochen’s eyes betrayed a complex mix of emotions. He wanted to hear the truth, yet he dared not listen; he truly did not know how to choose. He was all too familiar with this feeling, having once been just as conflicted over his childhood sweetheart, Chu Mengyao. Even knowing she loved only Luo Haoning, he had remained stubbornly unable to let go.

With a flicker of his spiritual sense, the captain of the guards produced a golden token. An imperial, overbearing aura that one could hardly bear to look upon slowly radiated from it.

Chen Sheng had always considered himself an expert archer, capable of hitting a willow leaf from a hundred paces. Upon realizing he had been targeted, he knew immediately that his opponent’s archery skills were likely no match for his own.

A great battle was imminent. The atmosphere in the city grew stiflingly heavy, and as fewer people ventured out at night to seek entertainment, it seemed even they sensed that something was wrong.

Back when he was in the Great Earth Abyss, Yang Mufeng had cultivated the Eternal Vine to its absolute limit, reaching the pinnacle of a mid-grade innate treasure, with combat power sufficient to slay a peak expert of the Second Tribulation. As an Eternal Vine, it could no longer evolve; without the massive quantities of innate treasures Yang Mufeng had used to nurture it, it would have been nearly impossible for it to reach such a level.

The arduous training bore beautiful fruit, though the price was exorbitant; within three days, the final supply of physical stamina tonics was completely depleted.

"Sigh! It is indeed as you say. If only this Xiao Yi had some merit or contribution to his name—" Li Hongzhang feigned a thoughtful expression, sighing with profound implication.

"Where is this?" Wei Suo rubbed his eyes, realizing he was not dreaming, and began to scan his surroundings, looking up, down, and all around.

Hearing Han Bingqin’s concerned tone and seeing the worry on her face, Li Tianfeng opened his mouth, but eventually said, "I... perhaps, I must leave the East Sea." Although he knew his words would sadden her, he knew he would have to leave eventually; since departure was inevitable, what difference did it make whether he said it sooner or later?

Wu Sihui, the county magistrate, was a sensible man. He chose not to clash with Zhang Qianfa over certain matters, and consequently, Zhang Qianfa had gradually begun to intervene in the affairs of the government.

Upon hearing Li Tianfeng’s words and observing his actions, Feng Lengyue seemed momentarily stunned, as if she could not process them. Then, she shook her head and downed her wine in one gulp before saying, "I never expected that there would be someone who would drink a cup for me, Feng Lengyue." Her voice held an indescribable sense of desolation.

Watching Nangong Xiangling, who was sobbing uncontrollably while pressed against him, Wei Suo felt a sense of helplessness. He thought to himself: She was the one who reached out to touch me, and now that she has, she starts crying? What is the meaning of this? And besides, I was the one being touched, so why does it feel like I’m the one who took advantage of the situation?