Chapter 44 Protecting Yueya

Upon hearing this, Luofan looked at Jiaoyue and said, "Little Moon is my family."

Meng Wenxuan immediately pulled his daughter back two steps, holding her protectively, and glared at Luofan. "How could my daughter possibly be your family? Don't even dream about it."

Luofan showed no sign of displeasure at these words, nor did he offer any rebuttal, yet the expression in his striking, phoenix-like eyes seemed to convey that what Meng Wenxuan said simply did not count.

Yet, this very expression filled Meng Wenxuan with a profound sense of crisis.

"Come on." Watching Yueyi leisurely walk onto the stage, Mengli said earnestly. Although Yueyi gave off a rather bizarre vibe, that alone was not enough to make him back down.

"Do you have any idea about the general layout of a sect's architecture?" Seeing Lizi and the others eager to make a move, Li Tian couldn't help asking rhetorically.

The call went unanswered. After a few beeps, the screen displayed a prompt indicating that the recipient's call had been forwarded.

"The price of this outer garment is two thousand gold coins. Rest assured, this is a very fair price; I would never randomly inflate it for you." Yue'er extended two fingers, speaking to me in an exceptionally calm tone.

Upon catching sight of one fierce ghost after another, all the brothers of the Earth Hall lost their minds, fleeing in terror in every direction. Yet how could these malicious spirits possibly let them go?

Tang Yun lowered the fingers he had pressed against his ears, and as he looked at Rodney and Waters before him, he found them indescribably repulsive.

Liu An, in particular, having recovered from his initial panic and terror, appeared utterly composed. At this moment, he let out a cold snort.

The man's appearance seemed somewhat familiar yet strangely unfamiliar, his face seeming to merge seamlessly with the vast sea behind him, making him impossible to recognize.

They had lost, and they had lost by ten chess pieces at that. For Louling City, losing even a single piece was a humiliation, let alone ten, and to top it all off, Lan Rongyue had remarked that it was "ten out of ten perfection." I'm afraid that from now on, whenever the phrase "ten out of ten perfection" was mentioned, Louling City would recall the shame of this day. Needless to say, Yan Canglan had done it on purpose.

Tang Yun, who had originally planned to use a lavish money-throwing tactic to compel Zunzi into teaching Tian Zhuxian ancient Muay Thai and thus shoulder this troublesome task, let out another massive sigh of relief.

This Hu Dehu was truly incapable of accomplishing anything while adept at ruining everything; he had actually gone and lured a master here. It seemed his mission this time could not be completed—he could neither defeat the enemy nor escape, nor did he have any way to send a warning to the Third Young Master. The only option left was to fight to the death, hoping to stall the opponent temporarily and buy a little more time for the Third Young Master and the others to act.

At that moment, Baili Shouyue could no longer care about Gongsun Li, and mustering his remaining strength, he bolted toward the fork in the path.

From all appearances, Marco Polo had been assisting them all along, so Li Bai had no reason to abandon him to his fate and retreat alone. After instructing Yang Jian to retreat first with Zhen Ji, Li Bai accumulated four streams of "Swordsman's Journey" sword qi and headed straight in the direction of Marco Polo.

Yu Chen turned his head and saw that a crowd of students had already gathered around, while an instructor with a darkened expression was walking up, only to be intercepted by Yuan Youchong, who was asking what was going on.

"Director Shen, when will we be able to see the physical pieces of this jewelry collection?" Qiu Yunqing interrupted Shen Lingfei's presentation, asking with a gentle smile as if he were genuinely anxious to know.

"Don't assassins simply obey orders when killing people? Since when do they care whether their targets are innocent or not?" Jin Feng carefully inspected the wound on the phoenix tree branch, wondering if there was any possibility of repairing it.

This young man was Guan Qing, the Eighth Prince of the Molan Empire. He possessed delicate features and wore a scholarly robe rather than a python-patterned imperial gown, holding a folding fan in his hand. His demeanor was refined and scholarly; rather than looking like a cultivator, he resembled a Confucian scholar.

This matter was going to be troublesome. Qin Wu had no idea what his grandfather was thinking to actually allow his eldest brother and seventh sister to travel together. Though puzzled, Qin Wu did not question his grandfather; instead, he reinforced his demands. The journey to the imperial capital would certainly not be smooth sailing—it was a confrontation with the emperor, especially since the opposing party was a Ninth-Rank Martial Immortal.

"Ah, and what is the situation with this Qiu Yunqing? Wasn't he already suppressed previously? How is it that he still has the strength to fight back?" Yan Chenfeng asked with some confusion.