The mbers from Zhao Ming were flipping through the nas and places on the paper, each with a different expression.
Yuan Sou stroked his beard, scrutinizing them repeatedly.
Ghost Shovel was chewing on raw at, his eyes gleaming with a cold light as he picked through the nas. "Hehe, Li Hui, Pei Jing, Bian Chenpei, Su Feng, Ashina Que Teqin, Li Leqing..."
He spat out a piece of ghastly white bone, grinning. "Quite interesting."
Shangyang swayed his head, nodding in approval from ti to ti, as if appreciating exquisite poetry.
Lady Zhu, hiding her lower face with a folded fan, occasionally let out a light chuckle.
Harvard chanted "Amitabha Buddha," continuously shaking his head and sighing as he looked at the information on the paper.
Ping He’s expression was forever hidden under a mask, rendering his emotions inscrutable to others.
Feilian glanced around at everyone’s expressions, curled his lips, and tossed the paper crane onto the table. "I don’t care; killing any of them would be the sa. But aren’t you afraid that such a big move will provoke hostility from *that* person?"
"Who? Lian Xuanyao?"
A cold snort suddenly ca from the back of Yuan Sou’s head. "He hasn’t even returned to the Academic Palace. He’s probably on the verge of the Heavenly Person Five Decays and is likely scouring the world for ways to extend his life."
"Huh?"
Feilian, startled, subconsciously stood up and moved behind Yuan Sou.
Then, on the back of Yuan Sou’s head, he saw a face resembling a human-face sore.
The face looked similar to Yuan Sou’s but was sowhat shrunken, with skewed eyes and a mouth dripping saliva. Its appearance was indescribably comical.
"How ugly!"
Feilian exclaid in shock, "Old man, how did you grow such a thing on your head? Were you indulging too much in pleasure houses and got syphilis?"
"Get lost!"
A vein throbbed on Yuan Sou’s forehead as he snapped, teeth gritted, "This is a side effect of the Body Reconstruction Magic. The human-face sore will fall off on its own soon. If you don’t know what you’re talking about, shut up!"
"Hahahaha!"
Feilian ignored Yuan Sou’s explanation and clutched his stomach, roaring with laughter. "Old man, you sure play wild! How does that poem go? Let think... Ah, right! ’Half the hundred-acre courtyard is moss; where peaches are all gone, syphilis blooms!’ Hahahaha!"
He laughed until tears stread down his face. Finally straightening up, he clapped Situ Zhi’s disciple, Yu Shi, on the shoulder and said earnestly, "My dear nephew, your master is quite adept at gu magic; you must be equally skilled. Later, you should help your Great Uncle Yuan Sou treat that. It’s quite embarrassing for soone from our Zhao Ming to get syphilis. If word got out, it’d sound awful. People might think we’re a cody troupe..."
SHIING—
A sharp, tallic cry, like a dragon’s roar, suddenly rang out. Yuan Sou’s Longsword was already at Feilian’s neck. A slight slash would sever it.
Yan Fu, who had been standing at the edge of the Viewing Tower, instantly appeared beside Feilian. He raised his right hand, hovering it before Yuan Sou’s forehead. Nurous demon tattoos surfaced on the skin of his right arm, ready to burst forth at any mont.
"What, looking for a fight?" Ghost Shovel lifted his head from the list, his hand casually resting on the chopper at his waist.
A crack silently opened in his abdon, revealing a mouth that seed to devour everything.
As soon as the devouring mouth appeared, a fetid wind stirred in the Viewing Tower. The common people inside, controlled by Ya Jiu, all shuddered simultaneously. It was as if they had encountered wolves or tigers in the wilderness, and goosebumps broke out all over their bodies.
mbers of Zhao Ming usually tead up in pairs. Yuan Sou and Ghost Shovel shared a common interest in consuming humans and considered each other bosom friends, while Feilian and Yan Fu had forged a deep friendship even before they beca cultivators.
"Kid, don’t think I don’t dare to kill you." Yuan Sou narrowed his eyes into slits and said slowly to Feilian, "I’ve eaten countless so-called geniuses like you, who prided themselves on their exceptional talent. Each one I consu enhances my Spiritual Vein Talent."
"Oh, is that so?" Feilian, unfazed by the blade at his neck, retorted with a sneer, "Then why do you still have so many age spots? You are what you eat. Humans eat pigs, pigs eat slop. Why don’t you just eat slop directly? No middleman taking a cut."
"Alright, alright." Seeing that they were about to start fighting, which might attract the two Haotian’s Cardinals and the Zhou Kingdom Tribute still in the Imperial City, Jun Qianzi rubbed his temples. He stood up and said, "The human-face sore is not a sexually transmitted infection. It will fall off on its own after so ti. Let’s focus on important matters."
"Hmph." After all, it was Jun Qianzi who had perford the Body Reconstruction Magic and healed him. Yuan Sou snorted coldly and slowly sheathed his Longsword.
Yan Fu also lowered his arm, the tattoos receding from his skin.
"Tsk." Disappointed they hadn’t started fighting, Lady Zhu tilted her head slightly, tapped her nose with her paper fan, and said in a sultry, bone-chilling voice, "I only joined Zhao Ming last year, so I haven’t been here as long as the rest of you. But for such a significant matter, Jun Qianzi, can you decide this alone? How do you plan to compensate for the risks involved?"
"This isn’t just Jun Qianzi’s idea."
A crisp female voice ca from downstairs. Everyone turned to look.
Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a beautiful girl wearing a yellow veil walked up from downstairs.
"Suo Luo?" Feilian raised an eyebrow. She was You Qiong’s representative in Zhao Ming and had always been the one to issue orders to everyone on You Qiong’s behalf.
The girl nad Suo Luo nodded lightly and said indifferently, "Feilian, the person you were referring to just now wasn’t Lian Xuanyao, but You Qiong, correct?"
Feilian shrugged, indicating his agreent.
He had never seen You Qiong’s true face. He had only encountered him once, long ago, on a desolate mountain. It was when he and Yan Fu had just been promoted to the Candle Cloud realm and were feeling particularly proud and ambitious.
It had been afternoon when, suddenly, all light vanished. An oppressive silence descended, dragging them into a death-like darkness.
Then, he heard You Qiong’s voice recruiting them.
After they agreed, the darkness and silence retreated as suddenly as they had co. It was as if nothing had happened.
Even though much ti had passed and his cultivation had progressed significantly, Feilian still felt a prickle of fear and confusion whenever he recalled the incident.
Even now, he could not see through or understand You Qiong’s thods; he couldn’t even begin to estimate his realm of power.
Doubt bred fear, and fear bred respect.
If Jun Qianzi’s crazy plan didn’t have You Qiong’s approval, Feilian would never have participated.
"You don’t need to worry about that. The plan Jun Qianzi just described was also personally instructed by You Qiong." Suo Luo said lightly. She stepped forward to the railing of the Viewing Tower, resting her hand upon it.
Gazing at the majestic Zhou Kingdom Imperial City in the distance, and at the common people teeming within it like ants, a smile touched her lips. "This world has been peaceful for far too long. It’s ti to set it ablaze."
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