Chapter Seventy-Eight: You Should Not Have Come

Jiang Wangshu was struggling to endure when a familiar spiritual presence suddenly broke into her mind. A surge of moisture instantly soothed her parched consciousness; unable to resist, she reached out, turning herself in a slow circle to let every corner absorb this comforting essence.

Xuanse was startled by such enthusiasm, shrinking back a step. Suddenly recalling his purpose, he opened his senses as much as possible, enveloping the withered forest before him.

Gradually, life returned to the yellowed trees, and deep within the forest, Xuanse...

Though his fate might be unyielding, even he could hardly withstand the Empress and First Prince, who sent people every few days—one day poison, the next an assassin’s arrow. It was truly overwhelming.

It resembled a black python, yet its head was enormous and triangular. Its blood-red maw gaped open, revealing razor-sharp fangs that sent chills down the spine.

The remaining ships, though not sunk, were battered and riddled with holes, drifting helplessly on the canal until they became lodged at a certain point.

“Not yet! I just placed first. The supervising teacher told me to rest a bit before jumping again to see if I can break the record,” Hu Haibin replied modestly.

“I request that you unconditionally return three hundred French prisoners of war, four gunboats, and one warship,” McArthur stated bluntly.

Of course, he deliberately ignored those chat screenshots; they were sent during the live broadcast, before Ye Sheng’s identity was revealed.

Meanwhile, Friedrich, sitting in the stands, fell into deep thought, having just witnessed another side of Bai Ye.

After this battle, Dongning was gravely weakened, with little gold or silver left. They could only make do by offering these artifacts.

Before they could stop, the yin-yang fish spun, unleashing endless killing intent and vast true fire, engulfing all realms. Four black-robed figures were instantly reduced to ashes.

On the contrary, the more he struggled to break free, the tighter Lin Mu's embrace became. At this moment, Hou Cheng's face was pressed against Lin Mu's chest.

“Who are you, and how do you know us?” Tang Feng’s words sent a chill through the group of cultivators.

Tang Su had already regained his composure, wielding his sword like an axe and slashing forward. Purple light blazed as Gou Zhu raised his blade to block. With a thunderous crash, the two swords collided—the Underworld Fire Sword rang with a harsh buzz, its edge notched half an inch deep, though unbroken. Instead, Gou Zhu’s hand trembled violently, the skin splitting at the web of his thumb.

Moreover, most long-range classes were fragile, unable to withstand a single combo from Tang Chen. One strike was often enough to finish them off in an instant.

“Well, I think you fully deserve this title, Old Fourth!” Liu Feng said with slight embarrassment.

Investment meant delivering money. If they were truly chosen, prosperity would finally come to Longkai.

Tang Chen frowned. The time it took to slay an armored rhinoceros was far too long.

Standing at the prow, Sails watched the coming and going of ships in the harbor, recalling all that had transpired recently. He was filled with emotion.

“I expected you’d say that. I’ve already made arrangements. Soon someone will come to fetch you personally. Don’t ask anything, don’t say anything, just follow him,” Emperor Huizong of Song said with a gentle smile.

Soon after, the nutrient pod activated, red and white lights flickering across its surface as white mist billowed out.

No sooner had Tang Huai left than Zhang Xian arrived, wearing a green silk turban embroidered with a peony, a green silk robe also embroidered, a red vest and sashes, a soft gold belt at his waist, and green silk boots with silver soles.

When Qin Weiguo appeared again, his stern countenance was restored, the earlier gentleness hidden away.

“Whether or not they dig a pit, we have to fight. We might as well see what exactly they intend,” Fangfang said, leaving no further room for retreat.

After her three-year suspended sentence was confirmed, Su Yi’s future became a matter of public interest. She had no home of her own and seemed to have nowhere to go, but with her current strength and influence, everyone knew she could go wherever she wished.