Chapter 117: Joining Forces

The two were chatting when a palace eunuch reported that Prince Gong and Lord Dong had arrived. Bai Huan quickly stood up as Dong Yi entered, accompanied by a boy of about sixteen or seventeen.

Prince Gong? The youngest brother of the Princess Royal, he had been named Crown Prince at birth. However, his mother died from complications during childbirth, leaving him without her protection. With Noble Consort Wang elevated to Empress and her son—the current Emperor—gaining immense influence, the young prince had no support, overshadowed by the powerful Wang family.

“In that case, I won’t insist. You should rest well at home and not overexert yourself,” Zhou Qingyi said with a smile, clearly pleased with Yang Ruoliu’s reaction.

Xie Xiyuan was his backup, so he knew well what he and Jiang Xian had done, though he was unaware of exactly what had been said.

The most famous example was the story of Lü Dongbin and Han Zhongli. Lü Dongbin, originally the Eastern Emperor, once had a sudden inspiration and, through calculations, foresaw the tribulation and reincarnation he was about to undergo. He then took Han Zhongli as his disciple, forging a benevolent bond.

Qiong’er, eyes closed, bore a trace of bitterness on her face. Could the word “suffering” truly capture the harrowing escape she’d endured across the lands?

In the world of Helena, there was no wind, only a faint mist lingering in the air from the excessive use of talisman ink.

Madam He reluctantly agreed, though her gaze kept returning to her as if to confirm whether she was truly pleased.

Moye carefully observed his surroundings. What met his eyes was a corridor remarkably familiar, yet he knew this was not the same one he had walked before.

This puppet’s power had surpassed the realm of spiritual liquid cultivation. Though its exact strength was unknown, it was certainly beyond their capacity to confront directly.

At once, the scene erupted into chaos. Everyone began displaying the gifts they had received, eager to trade for those more suited to their needs. Only a few gods had been given exactly what they desired.

Speaking as he dove toward the ground, a flash of yellow light appeared, and then he vanished without a trace. The legend that ginseng-like spirit creatures disappear upon touching earth proved true.

Gu Chen watched as countless attacks surged toward him. With a low roar, he unleashed a torrent of retaliatory strikes from within himself.

If it were merely a heavenly tribulation triggered by a life treasure, Qin Yuan would feel no fear. Instead, he would rejoice. With such a powerful treasure in hand, whatever lightning struck him was but a blessing.

“Damn it! You know exactly why I’m here and you’re still pretending!” Locke slammed his fist on the table with such force that everything on it bounced nearly a meter high.

As Rosen’s voice fell, every formation here trembled sharply in that very instant before bursting forth with dazzling brilliance.

A low growl came from the ancient corpse’s mouth, its speech slurred and unclear. Huang Xiaotian’s eyes widened in surprise—he had not expected a corpse long dead to still speak.

“Are you joking, Dean Pang? Asking me to become the sect leader—that’s far too difficult,” Elder Bi replied.

Suddenly, at that moment, Gu Chen received a message from Xiaoyaozi: they had appeared in Lingyang’s city at this very time.

Yet He Qiancheng had not slaughtered the human race and had even offered his own method to curb the bloodlust, thereby atoning for his sins. The Divine Court did not punish him but instead assigned him to oversee the management of other species and their bloodlust rehabilitation.

Qin Yuan’s heart was heavy with anxiety, narrowly escaping disaster thanks to the secret operatives of the Ten Directions Sect, who had served as his bodyguards. Without their intervention, he would have had to provoke that venomous dragon, a perilous and terrifying act likely to end in the same tragic fate as the others.

“Hehe! It’s just too delicious—I couldn’t resist, sorry about that. Though the portion was still a bit small,” Harry said contentedly, reclining in his chair with not a trace of embarrassment on his face.