Chapter 73: An Unexpected Injury

As she thought this, her mood improved! She lifted her chin proudly and walked over, pretending to browse the jewelry as well.

Dongfang Yan was nearly ninety years old. Though the Dongfang family’s health preservation techniques kept his body in good condition—his face unmarked by age spots, his hair still lustrous and black—the wrinkles from sagging skin were still plentiful.

It must be said that every profession has its expertise, and on this continent, the profession of apothecary was deeply respected—a most noble and rare calling. Apothecaries were generally considered far more distinguished than warriors and enjoyed far greater influence.

After butchering the sheep, Bai Shanshan instructed Bai Fei to cut off the leg meat and pound it with a wooden mallet until it became a fine mince.

The golden python was wounded, and the golden scorpion was faring no better; its neck had been bitten nearly through, blood pouring out incessantly. Yet its vitality was formidable—its head still twisting, pincers clamped tightly on the python’s vulnerable spot, determined to break and tear off its opponent’s head.

A link of iron chain struck a soldier’s leg, making him cry out in pain, his leg trembling uncontrollably.

Chu Yan and Qian Xue, understanding the situation, sat themselves at Mo Xize’s table. Mo Xize looked across at the two of them; with Bai Liuli absent, he had no desire to speak to them.

Han Shuang and Xie only now walked over, faces blank with confusion at the scene before them, having no idea what had transpired.

Night had fallen. Bai Zhenfeng was still waiting for Bai Liuli. Upon hearing from a servant that she had returned, he hurried outside to meet her.

She remembered that when Xu Mengmeng was newly pregnant, not only was her body extremely fragile, but the child had nearly been lost as well.

As for the black-clad guards, it was clear that the Empress Dowager Zhao’s orders took precedence over those of Lord Chang’an. With boisterous laughter, they hoisted him into the air.

Judging by Huang Zijiao’s tone and expression, it was clear she genuinely did not want any gifts. After so many years of hosting, and as a highly popular streamer, she surely had plenty of money and didn’t care for the gifts given out of competition by Chenfeng and Brother Lai.

The disciple’s face changed, a chill washing over him. When he next glimpsed Ye Chen, Ye Chen was already standing before him.

“Xiwei, do you know why I came with you to Chao’an Temple?” Chu Yanzhi looked at Xiao Xiwei and spoke in a heavy tone.

The Dragon Crocodile Clan’s prodigy convulsed violently, losing all ability to fight, and fainted in terror.

“To avenge his son. Alas, Shield killed his son,” Elder Fu said helplessly.

Yan Song glanced over secretly. Seeing Yan Su in such a state, she could hardly keep from bursting into laughter.

“What are you talking about? Who told you Xi Zhi was still alive? He’s dead—I saw his corpse with my own eyes!” The emperor lunged forward, gripping Consort Yan’s eyes with both hands, his sinister gaze fixed upon her.

Jiang Xinyu mumbled a few words, recalling her own experience, and her face reddened with embarrassment—after all, she was not so thick-skinned yet.

He even suspected that the Xuan Cang Shrine, unwilling to accept its defeat, had sent the Nine Fiends Warriors to sabotage him.

Part of the force was the two hundred thousand soldiers led by Bai Qi—the Iron Army of Great Qin, their murderous aura towering and momentum unmatched.

The Flower Nation, as always, avoided raising any major banners. Many wanted to come and pay their respects, but the Flower Nation politely declined, preferring to remain partners. So, even if others bore grudges, it mattered little—especially since times had changed.

“I feel awful everywhere…” Zhong Ling cried with a pout, like a child suffering a great grievance.

The Dragonblood Warriors, once transformed, saw their defense, attack, and speed all increase dramatically.

Surrounding them were endless stars, with nothing else in sight. It was clearly not a room—they seemed to have arrived among the cosmos itself.

When they arrived, the Yun family had already activated the defensive barrier, and the entire mountain was shrouded in its protection.

The Zifeng Group owned many ventures, but the most profitable were Zifeng Hotel, Zifeng Pharmaceuticals, and Zifeng Real Estate. These three sectors brought in the greatest wealth and were the easiest to profit from.

The fox spirit giggled sweetly at the side—a remark that cut straight to the heart. The tiger demon was already wavering and uncertain, now even more hesitant.

The higher the realm, the harder progress became, and the greater the need for spiritual energy. The resentful ghosts of Qiu Zhi High School had almost all shed their mortal coils, but the spiritual energy released upon their deaths was impure. After purifying it, the amount left was enough for his current level—already beyond his expectations.

Though there was some exaggeration, one could say that the Victory Team could be compared to movie stars in the entertainment industry.

By a little after five in the morning, the rain had finally stopped. I had not slept all night. After Du Tingting left, there was no more business. My mind was filled with images of Liu Yanyan—I simply could not find peace to sleep.

Yu Jin shuddered violently, and He Ying was forced several steps back by the shock. Even Kaifu, who stood behind He Ying, was thrown off balance.

Her eyes were bloodshot, burning with fury. The intense emotion made the meridians in her body throb with a vague, tearing pain.

“Why do you keep trying to harm me? I have no grudge against you.” I looked at him and asked.