43. Chapter 43

After Ye Xuan and Lin Kong checked into the Tianyi Hotel, the two disciples of Gu Tianhong remained in Wang Tianfu's office, studying the bloodstains left by Ye Xuan.

This season, Leeds United had suffered a multitude of injuries, and ideally, they should have written off certain matches. Yet, Zhong Cheng had clearly chosen not to do so. Now, the time for Zhong Cheng to pay the piper had arrived, and Leeds United was on the verge of a complete collapse.

Without Feng Haochen, the lower realm of the Third Heaven might have long since shared the fate of the Second Heaven, reduced to a desolate wasteland.

Every day, people died. Some deaths went completely unnoticed, fading into obscurity without a ripple, while others sparked massive shockwaves upon occurrence.

"Apologies, this is merely what the senior masters of the sect have passed down. The older generation has always handed it down this way, and I am not familiar with the past," Tianran blurted out, only to realize she had perhaps spoken out of turn, prompting her to explain hastily.

Despite colliding with the fists, the impact points throbbing with pain, numbness eventually set in over time, breeding a strange sense of familiarity.

Clearly, however, the expanse of water closest to the few tents had been thoroughly scoured long ago. If they were truly hidden here, they would have been found ages ago; why else would they need our assistance?

Even in the dead of night, she harbored the urge to seek out Ling Yang, swallow her pride, and beg for his forgiveness, asking only that he spare her. Yet she also knew that she had thoroughly alienated him beyond redemption, and he would never, under any circumstances, forgive her.

This actually caught Ancelotti quite off guard, as he so rarely encountered such a situation.

Xie Dong cast a puzzled glance at the chubby fellow who had been lamenting self-pityfully just moments ago, only to transform into a spirited and ambitious figure in the blink of an eye.

"Dong'er expresses her gratitude to the Big Brother for saving her life!" Approaching Su Hong, Dong'er curtsied gracefully like a proper young lady.

Glancing up at Ren Tingting, Qiusheng let out an internal sigh. He probably truly had no hope left; the occurrence of that event had completely transformed Tingting's father into a creature neither human nor ghost.

"Game, what other antique calligraphy and paintings have you collected? Before giving them away, could you at least give me a heads-up..." Shen Li attempted to communicate with the welfare game within his mind, only to receive a series of "beep, beep, beep" currents in response... Unsure of what this signified...?

So he chose to retreat, while the pilot was truly desperate. If he failed to keep the Graves pinned down, it would be a completely wasted lane, and he would become the laughingstock of internet users everywhere.

Wu Dahai shared no genuine affection with his primary wife, but even so, watching his original spouse perish before his eyes still filled him with a fearful, sorrowful weeping.

Who were the potential water-style masters with a shred of hope at this stage? And ideally, someone with some connection to Namikaze Minato.

Wang Jingchen looked at Li Ye with a trace of uncertainty, considering that in this mission, aside from the Vanguard Bureau personnel, thirty percent of the participants hailed from other supernatural institutions.

In Daoist scriptures, records of this nature were hardly rare: high-ranking Daoist priests utilized ritual swords to command talismans and subjugate waters, whereupon those afflicted could drink the talisman-infused water and recover instantaneously; for instance, the Sixteenth Celestial Master wielded a divine sword of miraculous efficacy, and sufferers of various maladies frequently sought to borrow and venerate the ritual sword to swiftly banish their ailments; when a master brandished the ritual sword against the afflicted, malevolent qi would dissolve away while the patient remained entirely unharmed.

"Whatever is the matter with you? Qiusheng carried you back on his back," Ren Tingting inquired curiously at that moment.

"It's a deal, then. I'll give them a five percent discount." Sterling wagged his finger and rose to leave.

Upon entering the room, one could see some luggage still set out. Two attendants were busy unpacking various items from the trunks and arranging them around the quarters.

With the facts staring him in the face, Davis instinctively wanted to argue back a couple of points, but utterly failed to find anything to say.

"An order from the Grand Tutor! No passage allowed during martial law. Anyone violating this shall face a fine of three hundred coins for pedestrians, and a thousand for carriages and horses. Defiance of this command will be treated as treason!" one of them barked.

"I say, surely we haven't wiped out all the bugs in the eighth ring in one go, have we? With so many carcasses around, not a single new bug has been lured here," Chuchu laughed heartily.

Song Shan pinched the bridge of his nose. Undertaking this task would bring pressure upon Fengsheng, yet failing to do so felt like a betrayal of his duty as an agricultural practitioner of Cathay.

Old Cao and Tiger both sported bruised eye sockets, looking as though they too had been excessively "toil-worn" the previous night. Scol, by contrast, appeared refreshed and full of vitality—the fellow had slept soundly indeed through the night.

Yet, in truth, his criticism was not entirely unfounded. If Rolburg had indeed held out for one more day as he claimed, the outcome might have been entirely different.

Accustomed as they were to looking down on everyone around them, the might of the Melander family and their status as members of the imperial lineage filled them with boundless arrogance.

"Having you as a brother is the ultimate misfortune for Big Song Corporation!" Wei Anqing remarked disparagingly.

Mimicking Li Ye's technique, Du Yun used her alluring lips to bite a small opening in the skin of the soup dumpling, allowing the savory broth to instantly flood her mouth. "Exquisite... It seems Young Master Li truly knows how to savor fine cuisine."

Wang Jie gazed at the smiling visage of the Demon Sovereign, a flicker of anticipation stirring within his heart. Currently at the peak of the Spirit Ancestor realm, ascending to the legendary Emperor realm required the mysterious qi spoken of by the Burning Heaven Elder, and he could only wonder if it might be found here.

"What? Has he lost his mind out of terror? With his meager strength, he dares to charge straight at the blade qi—isn't that pure suicide?" Clearly, Wang Jie's action had left the onlookers utterly dumbfounded.

Scrambling with all his might to roll over, he managed just in time to evade the subsequent gentle blow.

"Haha..." For a moment, Mu Qingzi seemed to recapture his past detachment and open-mindedness, brushing aside the inexplicable present sorrow with a single laugh.

Within the army, he steadily accumulated prestige. Many—naturally including the military generals—harored both a deep fondness for Liao Xiuzhang and immense pride in him.

"Indeed, stealing imperial artifacts is a capital offense punishable by the extermination of one's entire clan." Commander Zhang also rose to his feet, bowing and cupping his fists toward Maternal Uncle Yang.

Now had reached the final juncture. Once the rankings for the top six were decided, Feng Qingyang would effectively occupy the seventh position. Yet none who had managed to reach this stage were pushovers, so safeguarding that seventh spot would likely prove no simple feat for Feng Qingyang.