Chapter 103: The Union of Twin Swords

Ye Yu’er watched from the side and couldn’t help but sigh. She knew that it was only a matter of time before they thought about fighting again. Whether they could get past this place was still uncertain, and Yang Mu probably had no idea how to navigate through either. Then he stood between the two, hands on his hips, grabbed Zhou Chen’s arm, and pulled him aside to an open space, telling them to cool down first.

“Why does everyone seem to be rushing in alone like grasshoppers? Stop pretending—you don’t even know how to get out. Actually, you came here to deal with those lone wolves and make yourself stronger, but you didn’t expect the white mist to trap you, so you ended up staying a few extra days. Am I right?”

Ye Yu’er sized him up from head to toe. Only then did she lower her head awkwardly, not uttering a single word in response.

But just a few steps later, a semi-transparent wall suddenly appeared in front of him, forcefully bouncing him back.

Long Bing didn’t mind climbing stairs; he treated it as exercise. His job was simple: mainly to check the fire safety equipment in the stairwells and visit the various tenant companies to make his presence as security known.

By Luo stood nearby, a bit worried. The prince had already drunk three pots of tea that night. If he kept getting up to pee so often, he might catch a chill.

For a moment, Ye Qingcheng felt a surge of rebellious cynicism, almost turning into a disillusioned youth.

The enemy soldiers charged forward in anger. Liu Kai and Guo Fei ran while cursing loudly at the pursuers behind them.

The enemy’s lips twitched sharply as the evil spirit totem suddenly crackled with an eerie sound.

“Brother Ling has truly impressive skills. Even this high-level spiritual beast was hunted down by you. It seems this position belongs to no one but you,” Tian Xuan said calmly.

Qin Rumeng’s gaze darkened slightly, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. Then she was the first to head in the direction where the old interpreter had vanished. Soon, her shadow flickered, and that slender bamboo-like voice disappeared into the deep waters.

He quietly watched her by the candlelight. She had yet to change out of her gown; the splendid, heavy dress framed her bare face and black hair, making her look like an unfinished sculpture.

“Captain, I think we should call it Poison Sting. It sounds more mysterious,” Liu Kai said, never missing a chance to voice his opinion.

Setting aside the large bands of bandits and opportunistic rebel armies rising everywhere, even the military governors commanding troops restrained each other, unwilling to yield.

“What’s wrong with your face?” Zhou Yun was startled, then quickly caught on. She grabbed a handful of wet mud from the ground and smeared it roughly over her face. Then she helped Chen Bao support his elderly mother, and the two fled hurriedly.

When Duanmu Long witnessed Bei Mo Zhiyan’s unyielding spirit, he admired it. He sighed softly and murmured, “Ayan, since you won’t listen, don’t blame me for offending you!” Saying this, his body flickered, and he appeared behind Bei Mo Zhiyan, swinging his palm horizontally toward his neck.

Qiu Huaici was still the leader of the Immortal Dao Sect, the nominal head of the foremost sect in the Daoist world. He was meticulous and careful, and when he deemed something important, it was undoubtedly a matter of great consequence, possibly concerning the safety of the realm and the welfare of the people.

At that moment, the thunderous sound of galloping hooves erupted from all directions on the battlefield. Countless Zhao Fan’s militia forces surrounded the battlefield from all sides, completely cutting off Zhu Wen’s army’s retreat.

After speaking, they spurred their horses and rode out through the city gate. The others followed, and Lin Tianyang and Chen Susu also left the city with the group.

“I really have nothing to do with your brother! The one I’ve always liked is you!” Le Yixian shouted angrily.

Chen Siyao and Jiang Ling’er naturally followed, but when they arrived and saw Chu Yang, their eyes both flickered in unison.

In truth, Long Xiang’s meaning was clear: the house wasn’t his. He was merely a tenant. Of course, he needed to ask the landlady’s permission.

After a few exchanges, Ximen Jing learned that his name was Xia Zheteng, a native of Xiangjiang, currently a freshman majoring in international accounting at a prestigious university. Despite his obsessive-compulsive tendencies, he had a vast breadth of knowledge and was practically a walking encyclopedia. They hit it off, exchanged contact information, and gradually became friends.