Chapter Seventy: Hidden Sorrows

Hearing Ye Yuer's words, the woman replied, "That's impossible. You must understand that unless he defeats me, I will never let him go to see his mother. This is my bottom line, and I will not agree otherwise."

Ye Yuer said, "How can you be so heartless? You know full well that Zhao Yuan's strength can't match yours, yet you demand he defeat you. Isn't that making things difficult for him? How could he ever be your opponent? It's almost impossible for him to beat you right now."

The woman replied, "You're right, it is impossible for him to defeat me. That's precisely why I demand it. If I didn't, what would he do? Tell me."

Lu Bai and Hong Han's bodies trembled with rage. Hot-tempered Hong Han let out a furious roar, shaking the void, as thunder rumbled faintly across the sky. The killing intent in his eyes seemed to take on substance as he swept his gaze toward the region where the humans resided.

"This beast in human form isn't worth your sorrow," Shen Feng, seeing her distress, offered a simple comfort.

Xu Yinzi was surprised after hearing this, for she was somewhat familiar with what Shen Feng spoke of. However, Xu Mingzi had always kept everyone away from that great hall, so no one knew what scene lay within. Now that Shen Feng had revealed it, she was greatly shocked.

Watching from outside, Wang Wei had no idea what he intended to do and trailed behind from a distance.

An hour later, Liu Min, who was resting in the military camp at noon, received an urgent summons—the commander called for him to appear immediately. Liu Min hurriedly donned his uniform, strode out the door, mounted his horse, and rode swiftly toward the commander's residence.

That night, the ashes of Yanzhou City lingered with ghostly gloom, tragic and desolate. That night, the city’s armor gleamed, warhorses paced restlessly, reborn through fire.

All because of this fellow! Catch the king to catch the thieves! For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through the minds of the martial artists at Tianma Town’s Zhenrong Manor.

If expensive monster cores were not used as medicinal catalysts, the cost for Baicao Hall’s new Great Nourishing Pill might be only a third or less of the original, perhaps even lower.

Unfortunately, the Han family fell into decline without ever finding a chance to rise again, their treasures and wealth left unused and now benefiting Wang Wei and the others.

In truth, as the main protagonists of heaven and earth, the humans no longer needed to treat every cultivator with such caution.

As if he hadn’t noticed the expressions on Zhang Ming and Wang Le’s faces, Lin Feng continued calmly, glancing once at Zhang Ming.

Of course I won’t directly help Ming Fei through the dangers on his path, but I must guide him, show him how to become strong, and protect him until he grows.

"Very well, sir. Please follow me." The smile on the waitress’s face grew brighter as she gave a sweet grin and gestured for him to proceed.

Qin Feng only drank a single cup; he didn’t much care for the wine, though it was better than before, it still tasted harsh and pungent to him.

Li Mo wore white, her face pale. When she saw us return, her eyes flickered and she spoke, "Now that you’re back, don’t leave again. The young master won’t keep you, but I hope you’ll stay with him. It won’t be for long."

Hua Meiyan paused for a moment, then quickly shook her head. Her curiosity about this fellow had made her glance at him more than once, but she didn’t expect Sun Ming, that rascal, to ask such a question.

Qi Xiaohan brewed tea nearby, dressed in a pale yellow gown embroidered with lotus flowers at the hem. Her jet-black hair flowed down her back, the setting sun bathed her face in crimson, making her look utterly beautiful.

At this moment, a mysterious force acted upon Fuxi. As a mid-stage quasi-saint, he was utterly powerless as he was pulled away and vanished from the spot.

These two forces, belonging to the Martial King and the Monster King, though only two in number and not as abundant as Xiao Chao’s true energy, were purer. The most crucial point was that they forcibly resolved within Bai Lingyue’s meridians, worsening her injuries.

Finally, Yu Wuming felt his back against the cliff wall and a sense of security at last. The wolf clearly didn’t want Yu Wuming to feel safe; its body tensed and sprang toward him like an arrow released from its string.