Chapter 146: Revisiting the Plan

Immortal Demon God You may also call me Little Wang. 1384 words 2026-03-30 05:42:13

“What do we do now? There are people inside constantly watching us, and the things happening now are beyond our simple explanations. At this point, some matters can never be that straightforward. Moreover, those few individuals are clearly displeased with how things have unfolded. If you just walk over so easily, it will send a message to the others that is...” Zhao Yuan trailed off, scribbling on the ground as he spoke. The tension in the room thickened. The faces of the men grew darker; what they had hoped was a situation of ‘the enemy sees clearly but we are hidden’ had turned into the opposite—‘the enemy is hidden, but we are exposed.’

“If you keep going like this, to them...”

Meanwhile, she kept reliving the beautiful memories, even though the future held no hope for her, she never once regretted it.

Chu Yi’s gaze softened as he looked at me. I sensed his concern. Since he was the queen’s elder brother, he naturally had a good relationship with Feng Qingya. Judging from his expression, they were likely siblings.

Even just relying on these specialized questions and insights had already caused Boss Ai to look at us with newfound respect. Liu Xiaoyu, in Boss Ai’s eyes, had become someone very knowledgeable about orchids. After admiring the flowers in the shop, the group returned to the reception area to sit down.

During Ling Feng’s brief moment of contemplation, the two light points at the bottom of the life talisman completely darkened, and even the top had largely turned pitch black. Faintly, a marvelous energy wave transmitted through the talisman into Ling Feng’s body. Ling Feng vaguely felt as if the talisman and his being were merging into one.

“Damn it. It’s just Dragon and Tiger Mountain. Showing you a little mercy, yet you really think Xie wouldn’t dare to unleash a massacre.”

Back in Nanjing, Liu Xiaoyu didn’t rush to leave. Instead, he rested for two days and enjoyed a good gathering with new and old friends.

Helian Rong stared at the mat between himself and Madam Wu, startled, then raised his eyes to look at her. Madam Wu kept her gaze lowered, focusing intently on adjusting the pearl necklace resting on her chest. Helian Rong glanced at Qing Gu, who stood nearby expressionless.

The assembly of great figures exchanged nervous glances, yet no one dared to utter a word of dissent. Helian’s status as a senior alchemist was enough to command respect over nobles and princes alike. His refusal of the empire’s invitation on behalf of the duchy had earned him unanimous admiration. To be scolded by such a man was insignificant.

Xiao Pojun and Xingtian were accustomed to following Ye Wudao’s orders without question, so they obediently led Hong Fei away.

Helian Rong ordered his men to unwrap twenty rolls of fabric, selecting two in subdued colors and one in dark gold, placing them before the matriarch.

Li Mingyang had no mood to argue with Yang Mi. He looked around furtively and quietly approached the lounge area in the hall, tapping the shoulder of a man seated on the sofa reading a newspaper.

Because Guling County was somewhat remote, there was only one tunnel leading outward, so trains had to be kept. However, the previous schedule of about a dozen trains daily had now been reduced to once every three days.

Amid anguish, cold sweat streamed down the youth’s face. His eyes were pitch black and expressionless. Dark energy erupted from his shoulders, and the black dragons that had previously restrained him—baring teeth and claws—instantly cowered like defeated dogs beneath the demon lord’s feet.

If such a thing existed, and if he collected them all, wouldn’t he be like the Earth Dragon—unable to be killed even if cut into thirteen pieces?

It wasn’t that he wouldn’t play when low on health, but if he entered resonance like before and lost consciousness, he would be truly doomed.

Su Cheng briefly explained some family matters and immediately set off with his group toward Chuannan City.

When the old strategist swept through Europe’s three major powers and advanced into Hollywood, Brother Kaizi was still living off past glories, and Feng Kuzi was still worrying about money.

At that moment, a messenger suddenly ran over and saluted, “Regimental commander, the scouts report the latest news: the enemy’s Fourth Regiment has broken contact with our 771st Regiment and some local militias.”

Meanwhile, Zhang Heihu, who had just returned to the mountain stronghold not long ago and had just taken a bath, was about to return to his room to take advantage of the young women his men had already sent there.