Chapter 103: Manifold Incarnations

Luoxia Mountain, Qingfeng Temple.

This Daoist temple, renowned for centuries and held in the highest esteem throughout Six River County and the surrounding regions, suddenly seemed shrouded beneath a sky full of dark clouds. The atmosphere within had grown oppressive to the extreme.

The Daoist novices and laborers moving in and out among the dormitories and ritual halls scarcely dared to breathe.

They feared becoming targets for someone’s anger.

Yet the cultivators who normally held themselves high above all others had no mind to spare for these lowly figures.

Que’er rarely revealed her possessiveness in front of Yuchi Jue. Perhaps for that very reason, after she finished speaking, Yuchi Jue remained silent for quite some time.

Besides, everyone at Prosperity Group had treated him with exceptional courtesy that day, which left him feeling rather embarrassed.

Anyone who dared bully her son would be made to pay the price. Unfortunately, he could not afford to provoke the Gu family. What could he do, when every member of that family was so fiercely protective of its own?

Without resolving this issue, the circulation of currency could never be achieved. Forcing it through might even bring about the collapse of the nation.

Though he was inwardly unwilling a hundred times over, he did not dare refuse too bluntly, lest the audience accuse him of putting on airs.

From that day onward, the Mohist school of Shaoliang Zimo diverged from the Mohist branches of Xiangfu, Dengling, and the other states. Though it still upheld “non-aggression” and “justice,” it no longer opposed sending troops abroad under the banner of “just war.”

Nor were they the first to collapse. The reinforcements led by Zuo Liangyu and Deng Qi entered Shaanxi from Henan, passing through the Prince Fu’s residence along the way, and several hundred men deserted there as well.

Beneath this great banner stood ranks of standards representing one camp after another: imperial troops, rebel forces, peasant armies, Han soldiers, foreign auxiliaries, and Mongol warriors.

The fine horses tethered outside became a feast of flesh for the venomous insects, their shrill neighs rising into the heavens. Some, driven mad by pain, stampeded wildly, dragging carriages whose reins had not yet been untied. No wonder Ye Lan Yu had severed the reins of their carriage earlier.

Just as Ye Zhong was wondering about this, Li Guo’er hopped into the main tent and casually shut the door behind her.

It was because half-step supreme experts were rejected by Heaven and Earth. Whenever they appeared beneath the heavens, the laws surrounding their bodies would collide with the laws of the world, producing brilliant sparks. Thus, one could identify them as half-step supreme experts without the slightest possibility of error.

In other words, cultivators of the Tribulation-Transcending Realm who had come from the mundane world accounted for only a very small portion of the total number of people in the square.

While Ye Tian was still reeling in shock, the dinosaur-like ferocious beast swept its long tail across the ground and immediately coiled it around his body.

Li Guo’er suddenly thought of something. She sprang from the bed and clung directly to Ye Zhong, like a koala hugging a tree.

Passing through the rat nest was exceedingly difficult and came at a terrible cost. Fortunately, this was the time of year when the rats were at their weakest. Through the combined efforts of everyone from the Main Altar and White Tiger Hall, they finally made it through.

They all knew that this was no longer merely a matter concerning Lilith or the vampire race. The fate of everyone who had taken part in this affair today now rested entirely on a single thought from Lilith.

The moment Mo Tianyi and Lian Fei heard Xu Wuyou say this, they grew anxious again. They hurriedly protested, yet seemed unable to believe it themselves, and could barely get the words out.

He had already done everything he needed to do. Whether he handed in his paper early or late made no difference. So he did not take it back, but simply said that he was submitting it.

More than two hundred of Chu Xiu’s subordinates gathered before the villa, every one of them tight-faced and brimming with murderous intent.

Qin Zhen’s strike, the Formless Divine Fist, landed slightly too high. The martial cultivator’s chest caved inward at once, and his body was sent flying.

But the situation was critical. If the more than twenty surviving Japanese soldiers were allowed to flee into Dawangzhuang Village, wiping them out afterward would become far more difficult. Naturally, the others were utterly baffled when Liu Yiming ordered them to cease fire.