Chapter Seventy-Seven: A Secret of the Assassins' Sanctuary

Su Wannian did not speak immediately; she only looked somewhat puzzled when Xu Xiuning suddenly brought up Wang Xuyang. If not for the gods of Z Country adhering to ritual and moderation, they would have long since extended their reach across the world.

Su Wannian was momentarily stunned, and the others at the table kept their heads down, eating, though some had already begun to smile. Fang Yirou spoke with earnestness, but there were always some who took things lightly. Lin Xiaowei turned to look at Lin Chaofeng, who was about to speak, and asked in confusion, “Brother Feng?” Clearly, she minded Fang Yirou’s way of addressing Lin Chaofeng.

Seeing him so shameless, Zhou Yang chose not to expose him and said, “With Brother Zheng’s martial skills, I’m sure he could have escaped, perhaps even turned the tables on the bandits! I wonder if he found a way out.” He pointed to the sky, where the fiery clouds still blazed, signaling to him.

But at this moment, Chen Zhihao no longer felt any aversion; on the contrary, he was filled with anticipation, his eyes fixed intently on Zheng Yi, eager to see how he would handle that arrogant fellow.

Liu Bei could not accept it, so he uncharacteristically erupted in thunderous fury and then sought counsel from his three chief strategists: Pang Tong, Fa Zheng, and Zhuge Liang.

As for Anduo, though young, her years in Shadowslayer had made her quite adept at interrogating prisoners.

If Zheng Yi refused again, he’d be a fool. He was no Crouching Dragon or Young Phoenix—how could he expect to be visited three times? With Vice Chairman Milan personally persuading him and all worries resolved, to refuse again would be sheer affectation.

“Just as I thought, the people you found aren’t up to the task! Fine, let me find someone myself!” With that, Xiao Ye’s gaze flashed like lightning toward Qin Mengxin.

A mechanical beast wearing a referee’s badge floated over to check the state of the Ice Sea Lion, then blew the whistle signaling the end of the match.

At some point, Yang Qing had started to seem almost possessed, becoming so inscrutable that even his oldest neighbor could not see through him.

Qu Buping himself froze, then rambled, “That’s all the useless skills they’ve got; dealing with them is easy. If they were true experts, they’d be my soulmates, and it wouldn’t be playing music to a cow but rather a meeting of minds like high mountains and flowing water.”

‘Why are there so many bedrooms in the abandoned government offices of the Imperial City?’ Lin Yi wondered in his heart.

Though they hadn’t participated directly, it was they who shouted “Long live the Great Tang!” and “Long live His Majesty!” with the most enthusiasm.

Since the founding of the Great Yuan, seven hundred springs and autumns had passed. At its inception, there were eight dukes and fourteen marquises; over the centuries, many more were granted titles, while others fell into decline. Now, only thirteen such houses remained.

Rurik and the Xixi family were dumbfounded. This was the strategic deployment of the Seven Hills Empire’s troops, supposed to be top secret—yet Ella spoke of it as if counting the coins in her own pocket.

But when her eyes met Chen Mu’s calm and reassuring gaze, for some reason, her worries were suddenly soothed.

Apart from them, many others stood around the martial arena watching—all younger members of the Lin clan.

Lady Lovesickness continued, “Baizhi, Bailing, I too found the news incredible, so I can’t be sure if it’s true. But verifying it shouldn’t be difficult.”

“Hiss.” Zhan Xiu couldn’t help but gasp in pain; his movements slowed as he endured the assault, gritting his teeth and dodging desperately, barely making it through the onslaught.

This was the day Fan Ziyi was supposed to return with Breaking Seal Manor. Fan Xueyi had just changed clothes, preparing to see Fan Ziyi off.

After some unknown powder was sprinkled over the sand table and a flash of golden light passed, everyone in the Sand Table Hall fell silent.

“Your humble servant takes his leave.” The old minister saluted Qin Cangqiong and withdrew, leaving Qin Cangqiong staring absentmindedly at the yellowing leaves outside the window.

Daji sat before Zhan Xiu, drying her tears in silence, surprising Zhuzi and the others. Could it be that Princess Daji had fallen for the second young master? This was even more astonishing than Zhan Xiu’s earlier feat of slaying so many. Everyone exchanged glances, finding the matter utterly inconceivable.

“Scrape off the covering and see what’s written underneath,” the Yaksha King said, handing Wei Xuanyu a dagger.

“It’s been so long—do you still resent me? Even if I truly regret it, won’t you forgive me?” Xiao Li’s voice was already trembling with tears, which began to fall uncontrollably.

“Do as you please. You’re grown now, with wings so strong you nearly gave your old man a heart attack. Next time, who knows, you might just kill me from anger,” Xiao Ye spoke weakly, his face still pale.

“What did you do to them? Leave Qingli at once.” The demon immediately shielded Fan Xueyi, conjuring a long sword with his spiritual power.

Thus it continued into the night. Yu Feng, finally able to sleep, was woken again by the noisy return of disciples to the military tent. Opening his bleary eyes, he had hoped for the dawn but was greeted instead by the sight of companions returning in the lamplight under the night sky.

“No need to thank me—as long as the princess is happy, I’ll do anything…” Ike felt both delighted and slightly embarrassed.

Lü Tianhao, filled with rage, remained in the Wulin Alliance command camp, closely observing every move of Jiang Baitao and his men.

Perhaps the explanation worked, for the two thought-forms perched on Gale’s shoulders gradually calmed down.

In any case, their aim was to hinder the righteous martial artists of Diankun City from supporting Qianshan Sect. By splitting into two groups to wreak havoc, they could create even more trouble for the orthodox sects.

Long Xiaotian understood Ye Luo’s intentions perfectly. Of course, he had never disobeyed Ye Luo’s orders.

Qili’an, who had been about to channel her inner strength for an attack, suddenly stumbled back two steps and dropped to her knees.

The next day, when Ye Hao rode the bus to the TV station, everyone aboard was abuzz with disbelief, discussing the event.

Committing murder is one thing, but couldn’t they have chosen a darker, windier night? To kill openly in broad daylight without even wearing a mask? Even smearing some charcoal on your face would have been better than claiming lives so brazenly.