Chapter 25: Merits for a Thousand Autumns, Benefits for Ten Thousand Generations

Chen Sizhan was not the type to act coy. She offered a slight smile to Zhao Mina at her side and then turned to Liu Qingqing with an apologetic expression.

Li Xuan watched with bored indifference as another group of people gathered at the entrance of Junda, stifling a yawn.

Before him, a strange tree several men tall grew within the room. From its thickest branch hung seven black wooden plaques, each bound by a red thread.

A smile finally bloomed on Li Xuan's face. He reached out and stroked the hand of his senior martial sister, which was resting upon his own.

The hyena collapsed on the ground, baring its teeth in pain, its fierce, malevolent gaze fixed upon the dozen or so people surrounding it.

Ye Sheng shook his head and said, "They would never guess what I am trying to investigate." His focus had never been the refrigerator, the lake, or the deceased male protagonist.

Ruan Qingwei took charge as head chef, with You Yuchen and Xie Xing assisting. The others were free to occupy themselves while waiting for dinner.

The forbidden zone of the gods had long been filled with white lilies, and the sleeper had awakened, only to walk toward the end.

As soon as Lu Yu had signaled Ren Qingshan to call out, he had already reached behind him to take a long halberd from his personal guard.

Lu Yu fought with reckless abandon. While he appeared to be attacking wildly, in reality, every strike was calculated to find the optimal angle, maximizing the damage of his blows.

In truth, both Bai Ruozhu and Mr. Xie could see it clearly: he obviously liked it very much. His once vacant eyes had gained a glimmer of spirit; it was simply that he had sealed off his heart for too long and had yet to learn how to interact with others.

This was an Earth-grade magical artifact. Even with the deep foundations of the four great clans, they each possessed only one or two such items. Treasures of this caliber were essentially the cornerstones of their respective families, rarely deployed without cause.

High-ranking army officials like Masaki Jinzaburo and Nagata Tetsuzan could meet for secret talks at high-end clubs in Shinjuku, but the young officers of the Tokyo Imperial Guard and the First Division had no such places to go.

After a thunderous boom, Chen Mo’s stature sank by more than a foot. Beneath his feet, the immense force had blasted a crater a foot deep and three feet wide. Xiao Feng suddenly vaulted thirty feet into the air, his palms striking downward in a rapid, continuous barrage. Four dragon-shaped currents of energy, gathered by the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" technique, roared as they descended.

During this process, the spiritual energy within the body must be perfectly full; otherwise, one would be reduced to ash under the heavenly lightning.

Just as she was considering whether to scout near the clan's prison, she suddenly noticed someone on a distant mountain sending out a signal. It was the very signal she used to communicate with her subordinates. She surmised that perhaps Jian Qi was worried about not finding them after emerging, and was thus sending out signals from time to time.

As it turned out, Bai Zehao found that while it was easy to think about, it was quite difficult to actually shout. He tried to mimic Bai Ruozhu’s call, but when he did, it sounded like a cat’s mewl—not even as loud as his younger sister’s voice. Even so, his face flushed with heat.

"I see. However, what does this have to do with the business you and I are discussing?" Chektovich continued to ask.

"Uh..." Lin Feng rubbed his nose with a bitter smile. It seemed it would be difficult to get past Liu Ruxi on this matter. Yesterday, he had agreed to Chen Mengjie on a whim; he never imagined Liu Ruxi would be keeping such a tight rein on him now.

The two stone chambers were not far apart, and within a few breaths, they reached their destination. Mo Zichen led the way inside, discovering that no restrictions had been placed there. The room was extremely sparse, with only a large rock serving as a stone bed. Scattered nearby were various items: bottles, jars, an incense burner, and two or three bundles.

Actually, Mo Fu wanted to say that having the fire essence crystal was enough, but given the circumstances, it was likely something Yun Yuyuan had already arranged in advance.

The Xiliang cavalry, having lost their combat capability, were swiftly finished off by the Shadow Guards, leaving behind nothing but a field of severed heads.

Qing Yu was going into labor; she had arrived at the hospital, but no one had informed Lin Ping. Lin Ping had gone to the house looking for her on her own, and only upon finding it empty did she guess she had come here.

"Which of you is the strongest?" Lin Feng did not bother bargaining with her over the issue of bottled water. They didn't care at all—let alone mineral water, he had several bottles of '82 Lafite in his villa's wine cellar that no one even drank.

"..." Yun Xin held a peeled apple in her hand, but she did not eat it. Instead, she stood there in a daze, her mouth hanging open.

Hmph, Qin Hai had already had someone pose as her to board the bullet train heading north; she hadn't expected Sikong Ze and Ye Jinxuan to try and test her.

"Why are you so excited?" Mo Fu looked at it for a long time. In the box, there was only a pale blue, glowing herb that looked like a cicada.

The Demon God was triumphant. The voice from behind paused for a moment before finally letting out a sigh.

Xun Gufeng looked at his father-in-law, and that feeling returned—just like yesterday, when he insisted that the Regent had taken an interest in Shu'er.

"There is an oasis six hundred miles from here," the experienced driver noted, adding that resting at an oasis was a matter of survival.

A glimmer of gold flashed in Yang Hao’s dark pupils. At that moment, his swollen left arm appeared in everyone’s field of vision. Despite the blinding golden light, Yan Ling'er and Mu Wei, being the closest, could clearly see that the arm—far thicker than a normal one—was covered in a layer of golden armor.

Yang Hao let out a roar. Utilizing the torque provided by his wings, he swung his arm and hurled the fire spear, just as Mu Wei had done moments before. However, the spear had barely flown a few meters when a piercing sound echoed in everyone’s hearts.

Yang Hao took a deep breath. He knew well that his master had gone to such lengths to provide him with every convenience, saving him from many unnecessary detours.

Mu Qiu couldn't help but feel a sense of relief; there hadn't been anyone outside the teleportation array at the time. In fact, what Mu Qiu didn't realize was that her temperament and cultivation made it easy for others to mistake her for a disciple of a major sect, which was why ordinary people dared not provoke her.

Naturally, once this spread through their social circles, everyone lamented why they weren't Xia Yuan's students. This was simply too willful! Taking everyone on a trip abroad?