Chapter 137: The Martial Tournament (Part IV)

More than three days passed in a flash. Every morning, Dao Sansheng would send Du Xuetao to check the lottery results. As expected, the posted results aligned with what Elder Ding had told him: he would not have to compete and would advance through every round automatically.

"Master, I went to check the lottery today..."

"Damn it, this kid is like my ancestor; just wait until I get home, I'll show you." Watching Bai Chenyan leave in a hurry, Tian Yuhuang clenched his fists and walked into the restaurant.

After inquiring with the staff on duty, he was told that apart from the hospital medical staff, no outsiders had entered the archives yesterday afternoon.

As the person involved, Feng Zhou merely frowned, offering no reaction—neither rejecting nor accepting the situation.

Ever since he began associating with Shen Linglong's family, Qi Yunzhe’s condition had gradually improved, and he was no longer hopelessly consumed by guilt over Niuniu.

"You indeed have no vendetta against me, but I promised someone I would kill you." Yang Feng locked his gaze onto Dongfang Ying, ignoring everyone else as if they weren't there.

Seeing Liu Yi tacitly confirm his suspicion, Cao Cao hurried forward to carefully inspect the five hundred venomous scorpions.

However, since Ren Ruonan had interrupted, Shen Linglong did not continue to ask; she didn't even furrow her brow.

Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, everyone in Jing City knew that Prince Kongling and Princess Kongyu of Tianyu City had checked into the official relay station, and all sorts of invitations and visiting cards began to flood in.

Back in the day, Han Zhuo was the undisputed leader and Marshal of the Demon Flame Legion. His influence and appeal to every soldier in the legion were incomparable to An Xing’s. Thus, An Xing could only claim that Han Zhuo had been ambushed while in seclusion and that his soul had been scattered, allowing An Xing to indirectly seize control of the Demon Flame Legion.

Even if Zhong Sheng Company lacked the ability to repay their fundraising debts when the time came, there was still the Zhong Fu Group.

Zhuang Wangu was surprised. When the Bull Demon King rebelled at Mount Jilei, he had proven himself a man of great talent and strategy who understood the principle of knowing oneself and the enemy to win every battle. Consequently, Mount Jilei kept portraits of all the key figures holding important positions in Lingshan and the Heavenly Court.

Although Yan Guiwan knew it was improper to enter the inner palace so abruptly while on duty, seeing Consort Yang call out to her so desperately suggested there must be an urgent matter to discuss. She hesitated for a moment before following Consort Yang back.

Regardless, with the "Heavenly Sight and Earthly Hearing" ability at his disposal, a distance of ten miles to Li Chu was no different than being right in front of him.

As if to verify Gong Gong's words, wherever Zhuang Wangu walked, people immediately scattered, none daring to get close. Zhuang Wangu could only sigh; he had not expected the Jie Sect to develop to such an extent in a mere three years.

As Yang Sha left Changhe Isle, how could he not toss and turn? Of course he wanted to hold her close, kiss her, possess her, and be with her in endless intimacy. But having decided to return her freedom to her, why should he add another wound between her and Xu Moqing?

If it truly was Zhao Zhengce who offered the strategy, then Deng Zhengxiang owed Zhao Zhengce a massive favor. Because of this, the handling of Zhao Zhengce’s affairs would need to be re-evaluated.

"Seeing as you saved my life, I'll call you Big Brother. Sigh, what rotten luck." The speaker had a languid expression; though not particularly handsome, he gave off a very comfortable feeling. That was back when Daoist Duobao had saved the life of Daoist Wubao.

Beyond the Central Provinces lay the Quicksand Desert of the Western Wilds, the boundless Eastern Sea of the Eastern Lands, the endless Great Spirits of the Southern Border, and the extreme reaches of the Northern Pole.

The battle between Mo Fei and the True Monarch of Morality was the most beautiful and magnificent combat he had ever witnessed. Plum blossoms flew across the ground, and those blossoms were constantly burning; the flickering flames consuming the pure white petals created a stunningly gorgeous visual effect.