Chapter 104: The Tale of the Celestial Pivot

The cloth pouch on the unicorn’s head looked rather unusual. To be safe, Xiao Yun used his True Dragon Martial Soul to venture into the mountains and capture two wild horses, keeping them together with the barbarian giant and the unicorn.

Li Yan sometimes felt that his cold demeanor toward others was a bad habit. Many times he wanted to change, but ultimately failed—without common topics, there was truly no way to connect.

After leaving the palace, Wei Tao was still pondering the meaning behind the conversation, but could only vaguely sense something. Sitting in the comfortable official sedan chair, his mood was heavy with gloom. Although the new ruler had been confirmed, the court’s affairs seemed far from stable.

The next day, the sun rose slowly. For the first time, the senior brothers entered the ancient battlefield. Naturally, Rong Qing led them on a tour. The group of over a dozen were all masters of the Divine Power Realm, an imposing sight.

Two of them pushed forward bit by bit through the mud, using their hands and feet to probe and search, hoping to find treasures hidden in the muck.

After all, with Sheng Hongming, Old Bone, and Old Fire backing him, even if he committed a capital offense, would Sect Leader Ye Kai dare punish him?

The young lord’s regret surged to its peak in an instant. He bitterly wished time could rewind so that when he first encountered those three terrifying figures, he would have simply let them pass.

These were Qin Xiao’s inner thoughts, which he now conveyed to Linglong, hoping she would accept them. Tears stained Xiao Linglong’s eyes—she had been waiting for exactly this kind of response from Qin Xiao.

While Song Keke was still thoughtfully considering any overlooked details, Zhang Ruonan’s phone suddenly rang.

“But you really don’t know how to take care of anyone!” Hu Xue wanted desperately to shout out her displeasure.

Ye Chen said nothing after hearing Ziye’s words, only casting her a deeply meaningful look—so profound it was frightening.

“You bastard!” Su Qianxun was so furious she felt dizzy and collapsed onto the sofa.

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Grandmother spoke with a very serious expression. Only then did I notice something was wrong with her; usually, when going out on errands, she appeared completely unconcerned, but today her brows remained furrowed.

It was a metal token, and although Ye Wushuang couldn’t see it clearly, it resembled the token belonging to the Fourth Prince.

“Fairy, why have you come again? Didn’t I tell you not to come?” Yue’s father emerged from nearby, and upon recognizing me, reprimanded me sharply.

Master Qin cast a cold glance, his eyes icy and piercing. Even Feng Jing flinched and quickly responded, thinking as he dialed the phone, “The colder his gaze, the angrier he is.”

Though I’m not clever, I roughly understood that Ning Qingzhi’s deadly misfortune was probably inseparable from me and Su Zhi.

In the next moment, the pebble transformed into the shape of a ring, quietly resting in Qin Zong’s palm.

“So... if I have enough silver, I can witness a duel?” Hua Nongying asked with keen interest.

Jiang Ge spoke briefly, then quickly took out his phone to call the other colleagues still asleep, giving them a simple update on the situation.

Unable to sleep, I often drifted into random thoughts, unconsciously recalling the time since that night I was chased, and my interactions with Junzhe.

Qin Zhen’s approach was a reckless barrage designed to overwhelm the master without giving him time to react.

But because their meals had been mostly eaten by others over such a long period, Li Zheng went to the supermarket midway and even asked Jiang Qingxue if she wanted to come along to pick up some snacks.

With only about a month left before the college entrance exam, the third-year students were extremely busy. After negotiations between the leadership of Beishan No.1 High School and Huashi Affiliated No.1, they decided to hold a multifaceted social event to help students relax before the exam.

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In other words, the three of them possessed many advantages that Lü Bu neither had nor could imagine. From the very start of the battle, Lü Bu hardly stood a chance of winning.

Seeing the butcher still dazed and with a mist forming in his eyes, Sun Yang helplessly reached out and patted his head, waking him up.

That evening, once again at Yun Jin Tea Restaurant, in a private room at the very back, someone was hosting a dinner party.

Opposite the three sat a computer screen showing footage from not long ago—recorded in the basement of the neighboring breakfast shop.

The reason was simple: this strategy and tactics resembled those of the Anti-Wokou National Salvation Army, as if prearranged.

All the hard work to strengthen himself and transform into human form earlier was meant to be able to spend more time with Ye Xingchen. But Nangong Threemonth’s obstruction had completely ruined his initial good mood. Now with Tianzong Mercury’s appearance, Zhuque had found a very convenient vent for his frustrations.

“It’s fine. Let me calm down properly,” Chen Yi said, then prepared to rest. But after a few steps, he stopped, took something from his pocket—the black bead given to him by the Corpse Demon King.

“Dad, is this ‘intelligent translation software’ from Super Dimension Technology real?” Principal Wang asked the boss with a frown.

With three heavy thuds, Qin Tianxiong and the others were forced into the storage space’s underworld section.