Chapter Ninety-Nine: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Path

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If the Jun family had six more masters like Jun Qi, the current situation might have long since been rewritten.

As Nameless rose to leave, Ke Qinghong naturally could not stay any longer and directly followed him out.

The elder was highly skilled in the art of chess; Wang Ning could never defeat him. Occasionally, he would play a brilliant move or two to force a draw, but the next time they played, the elder would have already absorbed and adapted his tricks to counter him, leaving Wang Ning constantly on the defensive.

This couldn’t do. Jiang Hai needed it to unravel everything, but now it lay motionless, and who knew how long it would take to awaken. After all, such fierce beasts could sleep for millions of years at a time.

When the Phoenix appeared, only sporadic memories surfaced. He knew the Phoenix had suffered grievous wounds, nearly at death’s door. It probably had yet to recover fully, even in consciousness.

After half a day of preparation, the council hall designated for the verdict was finally arranged. The head of the Zhuge family, the branch leaders, and the main decision-makers all gathered there.

“There are at least three hundred cultivators above the Qingxuan Realm, including several who have reached the Breakthrough Void Realm to guard the place,” Chu Tianze remarked.

The memories of the Tenth Ancestor felt like an intruder’s, utterly alien and awkward.

They had not departed but were brought by Xue Muqing to the Jiangnan residence, wary of any unexpected events and to ensure someone was there to watch over them.

To avoid detection by the Cheetah Clan, after discussing matters, the Rhinoceros General departed with a few subordinates. Tang Ye also left, but after he exited the valley, several elite Ape Clan members appeared and followed closely behind.

The flute’s melody slowly arose, embracing all around—the mountains, rivers, seas, islands, the rising sun, the sound of waves, and the cries of seagulls. Everything seemed woven into the music.

Outside, people were sternly reprimanding her, but unexpectedly, she smiled and then retreated silently.

“Here! My master will fight you!” Bei Xuening immediately pointed at Ling Yi and pushed her forward.

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The arrival of the imperial edict sent the palace servants in the Defei Hall into a frenzy, each scrambling to find an escape route.

The emperor personally helped Feng Feng to her feet. Today, she no longer wore the pure white gauze dress of yesterday but an apricot-colored blouse. Yet her face was unusually pale, the vigor and youth of the day before vanished, and she had reverted to the coughing, sickly Feng Zhaoyi.

The soldiers stood in solemn formation, each holding a battle halberd, their expressions somber.

At this moment, Tian Xue was escorted by Dongfang Yun, and Shui Ying by Dongfang Erwan. These two moved through the forbidden grounds with ease, their demeanor even more relaxed than his.

Moreover, the museum was equipped with the most advanced ventilation system, ensuring excellent air circulation and quick dissipation of ordinary odors.

That once vigorous and elegant man, now with frost at his temples and white hair—was this the result of a millennium-old body’s mutation, or had he undergone an unimaginably heartbreaking inner journey?

Just now, he had saved Xin Di; the mysterious power within him was somewhat damaged, thus he reverted to a child’s body. Yet this was fortunate—now he could no longer cling to Bei Xuening.

Furthermore, their fierce battle had not begun recently but had raged for nearly ten million years. Could their conflict truly be so irreconcilable that they were fighting to the death?

Though he could not quell the forbidden fiery spell, the infernal blaze had no hope of overcoming him—it was but a fool’s dream.

When Lu Fei sensed their approach, a late-stage imperial-level adversary among them also detected his scrutiny. After examining the ruins left by the great battle, the group swiftly flew toward Lu Fei.

Though it was late, the streets were far from desolate; some shops remained open, and a cart selling grilled cold noodles set up late was parked by the roadside.

“What time did we agree on? Will we still have time for breakfast?” Yan Wan glanced at her watch and suddenly exclaimed.

A wave of true energy rippled through the air, and Lu Fei’s immortal awareness instantly probed toward the disturbance. “Two cultivators at the early Tribulation Crossing stage!” Lu Fei smiled; the Tianxin Sect was finally sending stronger reinforcements.

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By sound alone, he sensed Xi Zuochen had already left Dongfang Sulv, heading somewhere quiet.

The grand gate of the examination hall finally opened. Gu Ji ordered troops to seal both sides of the gate to prevent any disturbance and solemnly led the rest of the forces into the exam grounds.

Zhou Pu sighed in disappointment, swapping back the ring but immediately eyeing a bracelet.

Sun Cheng felt as if struck by thunder. He was no fool; if he truly lacked any wit, how could he have led troops to victory? The art of war is deception. Sun Cheng was not naive; he simply had not expected that even the peaceful haven of “home” could be engulfed by the political storms.

I felt regret at the time, but who would have thought he remembered all these years and bought it back for me? Thinking of his kindness, how could I describe my feelings with mere gratitude?

“Maybe it’s white phosphorus from human bones, but it doesn’t seem quite right!” my father replied.

Tian Zheng paused, looking at the kindly Song Cheng, momentarily at a loss. They had just rejected their contract, so logically, he should have faced hostility. Yet now, it appeared otherwise.

Though also from a lower realm, the gap between him and Chu Shaoyang felt like heaven and earth.

The Viper thought thus, his arm tingling painfully but only momentarily. Then, with effort, he lifted Yang Yuntian, who had been slammed onto the steel pole, back up using the very steel beam.