Chapter 86: A Contest of Ruthlessness

Although I found Old Guo’s explanation hard to accept at first, upon reflection, it was indeed the truth.

I couldn’t help but ask, “What do you mean by the ‘Great Immortal blocking the road’?”

Old Guo replied, “Every year at this time, the immortals block the path to the Watch Mountain Pavilion. During this period, the Fox People are most active in the mountains. If outsiders intrude, casualties might occur. So, the Hall of Enforcement controls every entrance into the mountains until the Fox People retreat back to the Pavilion.”

“This period lasts for about half a month.”

I nodded. “So, if anyone enters the mountains during this time…”

The Heavenly Emperor, who commands the will of heaven, destroyed his own sect. The Path of Mercy, being a mere vassal of the heavenly order and his enemy, could never be allowed by him to alter his soul and heart through this Soul Stone Tablet.

Her pitifully beautiful face drew sighs from many of the male cultivators arriving behind, some of whom were devoted followers of Song Qinglan. A few, indignant, even raised their swords and stepped forward.

A thirty-five-storey building would be unremarkable amidst the forest of skyscrapers in the magic capital—at best, it was decent, but certainly not a landmark.

Deer Snow’s powers of observation could only be compared to that group—Jiraiya and the others. In fact, coming from the modern world, Deer Snow sometimes showed more talent for creative ideas than the original ninjas.

“Your eyes are truly beautiful!” Peach Blossom couldn’t help but exclaim, gazing at Su Jincheng’s eyes. They were like black crystals placed in water, shimmering with shifting light, or like a summer lake’s surface, speckled with starlight in the breeze—especially bright in the dim night.

“Just woke up?” Liu Jun sat down next to Lin Xue and gulped some water from the table.

“Maybe Mr. Zhao’s medicine took effect. I feel much better since I woke up—more clear-headed than ever before.” As he spoke, Su Jincheng stood and walked two circles.

He had planned everything meticulously, even having an escape ready, and everything went smoothly—until, at the last moment, an arrow came out of nowhere. With a sharp twang, all his plans and calculations shattered like ice.

Her first reaction was to quickly put on her mask and pull down her hat, hiding half her face—only sunglasses were missing.

According to Grandfather, he had never heard of anyone from another continent coming to Tianxuan. But finding the way back would require inquiries in the cultivation world—an endeavor fraught with difficulty.

Chu Li glanced at her grandfather a few steps away. He looked only thirty-something, graceful and serene—a handsome middle-aged man. She wondered why he always referred to himself as “this old man.”

Yet his intentions were clearly wasted, for Jiang Lan paid him no mind, being too busy excitedly surveying her future new home.

The Northern Emperor’s body broke through Ye Fantian’s domain of annihilation and charged straight at him.

The bald man’s strength surprised Pan Yuhong, but not to the point of awe. After all, the bald man wasn’t fully conscious now—it was hard to gauge his true power.

The attacker stood with arms folded, speaking either to his companions or to Ye Fantian and his ally, but his scornful posture was obvious.

Could it be that the affair with the Third Prince had been exposed? Tang Tang trembled, losing all confidence.

Chu Li recognized that as a rare spirit fruit capable of advancing demonic beasts. Only a cultivator at the Great Ascension stage could possess such treasures. If she could get a few for A’Bao, it would be wonderful.

“Just say what you need to say.” Yan Qiu sat back down, unwilling to move. Princess Qinde was cunning; she was wary of being tricked and sold off.

The colossal Demonbone Glazed Serpent, thousands of meters long, screamed in agony. Through the thick dust, one could vaguely see a fire-red and ice-blue dragon tearing it apart, reducing its body to ash wherever it passed.

Before nine o’clock, while the players were discussing outside, the Tower Guardians inside were also deliberating how to survive the night.

Yan Ming charged forward again, closing ten steps before being knocked back seven. Enduring the searing pain, he charged at the puppet once more. An hour passed, then another… Yan Ming was getting ever closer to the golden-armored puppet.

Gu Yuanfang held Xing Tiantian’s hand as they strolled along a country ridge. Their city, A City, was on the plains, and Gu Yuanfang rarely visited the suburbs. Accustomed to the city’s neon lights, he found the rural landscape refreshingly novel.

In his desperation, Zhao Huan once again sought out Guo Jing, famed for defeating the Jurchens with the “Six Jia Method.”

After estimating, he had a clear idea of how many Red Team players had entered the tower ahead of time.

When a man falls for someone, two common expressions show in normal circumstances: one is to stare greedily, unable to look away; the other is to lack the courage to face reality, instead observing her every move with his heart. Niu Qing was certainly the latter—yearning for a glance, yet lacking the nerve to steal it.

The three cultivators took the wine cups and drank in one gulp. Instantly, Li Changhe felt a warm current flowing through him, followed by a surge of spiritual power.

In that world, even the greatest sects of Central State could only select disciples from cities of tens of thousands—at most.

Zhao Su recalled that the Western Region’s overall strength far exceeded that of the North, especially since the West, with its vast, sparsely populated lands, hid countless spirit stone veins.

A golden eagle shook its wings, sending a rain of arrows down onto Song Han’s protective shield, ringing with metallic clamor. The Red Wolf used its innate power to conjure a blood moon and pressed down upon Song Han.

A wetland lizardman swung a steel blade, but the nimble merman dodged with ease.

At home, food supplies were limited. Bringing back these red-crowned brocade pheasants to breed would help diversify their meals.

The killer’s technique was clearly practiced; these assailants had come for Xiao Qingyan, but before they could strike, they were slain by a hidden enemy.

A single sword slash severed Jack Vanma’s right arm, hot blood spraying in all directions, accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream.