Chapter 113: The Script of an Accidental Killing

Uncle Tie nodded. Although he had many questions, he refrained from asking, respecting Yu Qiuyin’s privacy.

Traveling from Qufu City in the State of Lu to the imperial city of Zhou Luoyi took some time. However, the route was along an official road, which made the journey relatively convenient.

At this rate, not only would this room no longer need air conditioning, but the upper floors wouldn’t need it either.

It must have happened like this: the eldest daughter inquired of Sister Lang, who couldn’t keep the secret and confided in her. Then, the two of them exchanged messages, weaving a coherent story out of the dreamtalk.

Neither she nor Fang Qin had time for a proper lunch—not that they didn’t eat, but they skipped the main meal.

After the tattooed man finished speaking, he took an antelope mask from the security guard and grabbed a white paint bucket from the floor. Using a brush, he covered his bare upper body entirely with white paint.

“Trying to ward off bad luck? There aren’t many young people left in the hometown nowadays; most are elderly. Maybe it’s their time... They wouldn’t willingly leave, and besides, where would they go?” The innkeeper shook his head thoughtfully.

Nearby, many merchants and passersby, energized by the sounds of a challenge match, quickly gathered around.

“If things continue like this, Shuiyue Sect won’t just be one of the leading sects in the Greater Xia; in just a few years, it might rank among the top sects on the entire continent,” Yun Yue remarked.

Not only Lin Xin but also Gu Juechen had advanced their realms during the duel.

Within the crimson lotus blaze, he had witnessed a miraculous lotus world. At first, Lu Qiming thought it was merely an illusion, but as more events unfolded, he became increasingly convinced that it represented the true nature of this world.

He unleashed over ten consecutive punches, the ringing sounds unceasing. He thought to himself that even if Zhang Qiaoer could withstand it, such a brute-force fight would inevitably end in defeat. Suddenly, he felt the ground sway beneath him; sensing danger, he spread his wings and flew into the air.

At this moment, looking at Lu Qiming in the arena, he sighed inwardly—if the same words were spoken by different people, would it still be a joke?

“We are willing to obey your commands, train diligently, and uphold the honor of our Brocade Guards!” The captains’ eyes were irresistibly drawn to the glinting silver coins. Most eagerly agreed, though their voices lacked perfect harmony, their spirit was much stronger than before.

Seeing Huyan Ba’s relaxed demeanor, Huyan Baidu’s cloudy old eyes revealed a trace of indulgence—keen and experienced, yet not diminished in the slightest.

They silently stared at each other for a long while; even the fans around seemed to sense something, quietly observing this perfect pair in the center.

Thanks to his innate comprehension and the Yuan Shi Lotus Soul, You Kuang had overcome this shortcoming. It could be said that the Mountain Burial Technique he wielded now ranked among the best fourth-level martial techniques and might even rival fifth-level skills in strength.

Amid the vast starry sky, a solitary spherical body drifted uncertainly in the sea of stars, its blood-red aura suffusing the entire Celestial Kingdom. The Void Sacred City was but a fragile leaf afloat in this cosmic ocean, tossed by the waves, always in danger of capsizing.

Today, the stone path in the cave was much shorter than Yin Qiushui remembered. As they spoke, the two arrived at the spot where the blood pool once lay; the horrific scene of that night was no longer necessary to witness.

On the eve of the new term, neither mother nor sister showed much sadness. Of course, there was a hint of reluctance; for example, classmate Ji Siyu played a farewell melody.

After hearing so much praise, Han Feng was eager to learn the details—such as the prices he quoted.

Lu Yu was on a cruise ship beneath the main island, not far from the capital, Tokyo. Yet, the vehicle wasn’t heading toward downtown Tokyo but rather the suburbs.

The north gate still gave no response. Even if willing, simply holding their positions demanded all their effort; Lu Jiu, Bieli, and others had no time to spare.

“Calling this a large-scale fantasy and wuxia comedic dialogue sounds easy, but how exactly would one perform such a dialogue?” Lu Yuhao asked in puzzlement.

“General Ling Su guessed correctly—it was those three sea clans!” Zhang Liang nodded with a smile. To the ambitious and loyal Xuan Ling Su, who supported the Tianhuang Principality’s regime, he had great hopes and regarded her as a promising military talent.

Han Feng felt inexplicably annoyed upon hearing this, though he couldn’t pinpoint why. Was it the gossip of others, or something else?

In just three days, twelve companies under the Bai family declared bankruptcy, suffering losses exceeding tens of billions.

Nis observed the situation but did not reorganize his troops because General Laims casually told him that these chimpanzees before him were mere cannon fodder for the British Empire, even lower in status than the Indian sepoys. Finally, Nis shook his head, preferring ignorance, and returned to his unit.

Ares utterly disregarded Diana’s attacks, allowing flames to lick his body. Little did he know the true power of this swordsmanship—combined with Yuan Ying’s starfire, the Flame God’s Sword had reached the level of a divine blade.

The Dou Qi barrier exploded simultaneously, catching several assassins off guard. Although some owl-headed assassins dodged, most were struck.

“Father!” The young man in black hurriedly brought him tea and massaged his back, while the young man in white remained indifferent, sipping royal wine alone.