Chapter 24

I looked around but could not find any undergarments, so I pulled open another door of the wardrobe and finally spotted a set of white inner robes. I took one out and held it up against myself; oh, it was far too large.

Li Min opened his hazy eyes, bewildered by his surroundings. Was this not the distinct architectural style of Austria? Could it be that I have not only transcended time and surpassed life and death, but have ultimately been cast away into this pure land illuminated by the brilliance of physics?

However, those undead seemed to be temporarily trapped by a spell; they could neither move nor make a sound, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.

Seeing the Empress Dowager’s gentle expression, Jing Cheng knew she would not make things difficult for Xing’er, allowing him to leave with peace of mind. He immediately seized the opportunity to excuse himself.

Had it not been for the Great Chieftain’s words, he would never have apprenticed himself to the Second Chieftain or become his foster son.

On Mount Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the one-armed Seventh Hero of Wudang, then pondered the tragic life of Zhang Wuji, and shook his head helplessly.

She thought to herself: if both the Emperor and the Thirteenth Prince were to drag this Zhu Chen through the mud, could she laugh out loud right now?

Murong Chu chuckled, thinking to herself that the Lu family had indeed been well-prepared. It seemed they were determined today to make Lu Huaqing and Zhou Xu fight once more.

"Only one task remains. I just don't know if Fang Ruqin will be able to let go of Fang Lansheng and be willing to leave this world with me." Seeing that he had completed three tasks, Liu Yuan stroked his chin and pondered.

Disappointment? Naturally, there was some. The moment those insults came flooding in, he truly had a fleeting thought of giving up on everything... But upon hearing Qing Fengmao’s furious rebuke of those people, and watching him throw punches at their faces, Luo Miao found a reason to continue playing this game against Yu Lian.

He caught a faint scent of fresh blood in the air. If he was not mistaken, the goblet of someone nearby was filled not with red wine, but with blood. It seemed the rumors were true; vampires truly haunted this place.

Following Sun Ce’s instructions, Zheng Laoshi lit the fire and poured the prepared wine into the vessel.

Because it was only a martial arts tournament for the White Tiger Hall, the scale was not particularly grand. Only about four hundred new disciples participated, and aside from the Hall Master, the four Pavilion Masters, and a handful of veteran disciples, there were no other observers.

"You don't even want the money? You're sick!" The young man from a prominent family cursed, but he did not dwell on it and continued searching for the next person.

After enjoying a moment of tranquility, I returned to my room and collapsed onto the bed. These past few days had been absolutely exhausting.

After Jiang Ling left, many nobles and officers from Azure Dragon City immediately swarmed over to strike up a conversation with Chen Ning, hoping to curry favor with him.

Yet, Chen Ning simply felt there was nothing special about putting two force-pistols together. This left him baffled and confused, which was why he asked Helen.

"White Tiger, did you have something urgent to find me for?" Mu Lianzhi sat cross-legged on the grass, waiting for the White Tiger to slowly materialize, occasionally craning her neck to look around.

However, Ah Hong was right; this Concubine Hua and the Prime Minister’s wife would certainly not meet a good end.

"It seems that An Jingsi really doesn't intend to let you off. What do you plan to do?" Ling Xinyan turned her head to ask An Jingrou, who was behind her.

"How..." Chen Zhongju was just about to speak when a piece of stinky tofu entered his windpipe, followed by a series of coughs that brought tears to his eyes.

Talala’s expression was extremely focused, sweat streaming down his forehead, and his chanting voice had grown somewhat hoarse.

Shen Ping'an had changed her attire. She usually kept a very low profile, but now she was dressed in incredibly opulent robes; at a glance, she looked like a divine fairy descended to the mortal realm.

"Men Shuyan, consider this a repayment for what I owe you. From now on, we are square." With that, Wuchang walked slowly to the third floor. The true battle was about to begin.

Zheng Yun’s previous life was filled with smoking, but in this life, the urge was faint, so he simply quit altogether.

The Golden-Armored Knight suddenly lashed out with two lightning-fast slashes. He wielded his clumsy broadsword with great dexterity, not only carving a golden cross-slash into the air, but also maneuvering as four Silver-Armored knights closed in from the sides.

Since the gu-insects in the village were still active, it proved that the one who cast the curse was still alive.

As the saying goes, "He who travels one hundred miles should consider ninety as only half." For a hundred-meter sprinter, the last ten meters are the most lethal. Because all the explosive power and endurance are basically exhausted in the first ninety, the final ten are often the key to victory.

I wonder if it was intentional, but when the phone was handed over, the screen happened to show the contact name: a single character, "Liang."

However, one could not rule out the possibility that the Li Tong before them was an impostor, perhaps the Thousand-Faced King or someone else. Unless the opponent used their abilities, it was impossible to confirm their true identity.

"Blood Sea," I muttered, dodging one of Doss’s attacks. It was a small favor to him, but any more would be arrogant. Judging by his demeanor, he seemed intent on killing me at any cost; it remained to be seen just how much strength he truly possessed.

Jiaoyue’s corpse lay on the riverbank, a white streak from a distance. Only upon closer inspection did I realize she was wearing white robes, her chest soaked in blood, her hair disheveled and dripping with water, her face unrecognizable. Her hand was indeed broken, twisted at an unnatural angle.

Lan Rongyue’s intentions were clear. Although Zhang Yi did not approve of letting Yun Yao go this time, he ultimately nodded in agreement.

The people from before began to gloat; this good-for-nothing truly had guts, daring to challenge the Ancestral Hall. Was this not simply inviting humiliation?