Chapter 123: The Imperial Son-in-Law

The Ministry of Justice prison.

Gu Yuanzhou huddled in a corner, his eyes vacant. Suddenly, hearing footsteps approaching, a jailer led someone toward his cell.

The lock clicked open, and the visitor entered, carrying a food box.

Seeing the face beneath the cloak’s hood, Gu Yuanzhou’s eyes lit up. He scrambled toward the man.

"Chief Steward, has Prince An come to rescue me?"

The visitor was indeed the Chief Steward of Prince An’s estate.

He smiled and set down the food box. "Prince An—"

Not all demonkind are like this, of course. There are always those with shallow understanding who have never witnessed the true power of a Spirit-Devouring Rat. They scoff at the warnings recorded in ancestral texts, dreaming of the day they might defeat a Spirit-Devouring Rat single-handedly and make a name for themselves among the demon clans.

How later generations would write their own history is something Lü Feng would never know. In truth, even if he had discovered these accounts years later, he would have merely smiled and brushed them off, never giving them a second thought.

After all, if one is too low-profile while building an organization within a game, no one will even know who you are. What kind of organization could one possibly build then?

"Hmph! I’ll spare your life this time, just to give Fairy Yin some face!" Having heard Yin Meng’s words, Moli recalled the situation and ceased his assault, turning away with that parting remark.

"Very well. Although you have joined my Zongjian Sect, I trust that most of you understand very little about it, having perhaps only heard its name in passing. I shall provide a brief introduction now; as for the rest, you will have to discover it for yourselves in time," Elder Jin said, turning to address the crowd after leading them inside.

King Zhou’s expression was as dark as deep water. A sharp, piercing glint flashed in his eyes, and fury began to gather. Wisps of blood-red energy emanated from him, causing the temperature within the great hall to rise steadily.

Zhao Yuan was a man of action; once he decided on a plan, he began immediately. In his mind, he possessed not only the ancient techniques and formulas for making paper and ink but also several modern, publicly available advanced methods.

In that instant, the warriors of the three sects, locked in a brutal struggle, felt the crushing, soul-shaking pressure of an array.

The waiter at the tavern did not slight Zhao Yuan despite his appearance as a common villager—at least, not on the surface. Zhao Yuan nodded to himself; it was no wonder the Wan family’s business was so successful.

"City Lord, what is the matter?" After Lü Feng and his companion went upstairs, the man accompanying Wang Xiong asked, clearly puzzled by his behavior.

Liu Song chuckled. Upon learning that two of his brothers had fallen in battle, he paused, tears welling in his eyes.

Watanabe had wanted to fight to the death, but he was unarmed, and the Great Justice Hall was surely filled with formidable fighters; resistance would be futile. In particular, with He Dashan watching him like a tiger, he dared not make a rash move.

"Spirit Venerable, you did not lose because of your speed, but because of your methods," Han Bing said with a smile.

Yet now, Juqu Mengxun had done it for him! This was naturally a cause for rejoicing. Even Tufa Rutan’s expression was stirred with excitement. He had always prided himself on his knowledge of Han studies, but he had never even imagined compiling such a genealogy himself. Unexpectedly, it was his own tribal enemy who had accomplished it.

Yu Yan, however, had already gauged the orientation before the two collided, vanishing into the void.

Ye Yanqing released his grip on Liu Qifeng, shifted his stance, and in the next moment appeared beside the lackey who had spoken earlier, driving a fist into the man's nose.

Xiao Fan muttered a word, then turned and left the back mountain, arriving shortly after at the courtyard where Tian Buwei resided.

Tufa Ling, who had hoped to watch Duan Ye continue to deny everything so he could expose him, had not expected Duan Ye to admit it so readily. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.

"Is that so? I think it’s possible. When I was practicing this Demon-Subduing Staff Technique, I was only in the Condensing Qi Realm and my control over primordial energy wasn't as refined as it is now. If I were to learn it today, I believe that with my talent, it would take me two months at most. Don't you agree, Brother Han Bing?" Sun Youwei said shamelessly.