Chapter 53: The Long and Cruel Three Years

Pei Heng gently turned the ring on his finger, his eyes dark and unreadable. “That man and that woman are not good people.

“They adopted me for no reason other than to make money.”

Seeing the sorrow on the man’s face, Jiang Ning said, “So it was only because their motives for adopting you were impure that you…”

“My name is Zhongwu. To die by my hand is an honor,” the leading general declared, raising his spear and pointing it at Jiang Dongyu.

Just as the two teachers were worrying about Bai Sui and Ye Zheng’s safety, the ancient city changed once more. Mo Jun discovered Bai Sui and Ye Zheng’s intention to take Skeleton Two away and located their trail. All the skeletons throughout the city began to stir, surging toward the direction in which the two were trying to break through.

“What do you mean, Lie Yuan?” the Ice Wolf Spider asked in equal surprise. The two had bickered constantly along the way, yet their bond was remarkably deep.

“One life saved is better than none.” Leng Xin laughed softly. She knew that she would never live to see the Immortal King of her clan arrive; sending the message had never been intended to save herself.

Li Yanyang was helpless. Knowing that she was afraid he would run off again, he followed Zhong Miaoke to the cafeteria.

Ye Feng listened in silence. It was as though another obscure thread in the history he had encountered was being drawn out. It seemed to have nothing to do with the secrets of the insect race he had investigated before, yet somehow, it also appeared connected.

“Too bad there’s no corpse of a Black Jade-grade ferocious beast.” After saying this, Jiang Dongyu could not help mocking himself. How fearsome were Black Jade-grade beasts? Even when a struggle for royal authority erupted, they still had many ways to preserve their lives.

In the Eastern Lands, to be honest, swordsmanship had developed into two or three hundred different schools. Swordsmanship there was different from the sword techniques spoken of in China. Chinese martial arts encompassed the weapons of a hundred schools, yet all belonged to a single path. The principles of martial study were ultimately one and the same. Put simply, Chinese martial arts emphasized integration and mastery, so that understanding one thing meant understanding them all.

This question likewise lingered in Dongfang Xunyu’s heart. By the time they returned to the underground forge, Old Duan was already waiting anxiously. The moment he saw Ye Feng return safely, he instinctively went forward to greet him.

Three days later, Jiang Dongyu finally arrived at the Imperial City. Beneath the city walls, he saw that they were not built of brick or stone, but formed by a vast golden barrier enveloping the entire Imperial City.

Her movements were not complicated, yet every move was perfectly measured, without the slightest waste of strength.

Liu Moyan’s pupils were deep and distant. Her gaze was fixed on Duan Jinrui’s face, yet empty and without focus. The man frowned and asked in confusion.

Ye Yao and I exchanged a glance. We walked over and pulled the long arrow from the wall. A slip of paper was attached to one end, bearing only four words:

Long time no see.

“I can’t loosen my hand.” His voice was low and aggrieved. Jinse looked at Xuanming, sorrow impossible to conceal in her eyes.

“What were you two whispering about just now?” Jinse grinned broadly. She carefully described to Xuanming what she had seen in Minglong’s room, embellishing the story as she watched Minglong’s face turn first red, then green.

Indeed, judging from their deductions, the thing the Dragon-Guarding Clan had awaited for decades could only be dragon scales.

“Where’s the money?” Guo Tao asked softly, while the gun in his hand slammed hard into Ma Jun’s back.

Sun Hao’s detailed explanation left the audience below dumbfounded. Combined with everything they had witnessed themselves, his words infused the fans of Battle Gate, who had still been wavering moments before, with an overwhelming sense of excitement.

After this back-and-forth had dragged on for quite some time, by the time the monk finished dealing with the others, Wan Zihong’s figure had already vanished.

“This girl… Could it be that after her spiritual energy dispersed, she started worrying again?” Lin Yichen frowned as he looked at Christine’s somewhat wooden expression.