Chapter 47: A String of Coincidences Forms a Conspiracy

Last time it was the Jade Accumulation Pavilion, and this time it was the Feast-Welcoming Tower.

Pan Ji acted as if he could turn all the high-end restaurants in Huaian into his own private quarters. Without needing a single instruction, the waiters led them straight into the most secluded and scenic private parlor.

Just like the previous Pavilion of Listening to Snow, there were only four of them here.

Taking their seats, Pan Ji glanced at the three unmasked men and poured tea for Tan Jiuding in the seat of honor first. "I was blind and failed to recognize a person of importance last time, offending Your Excellency the Censor."

As Jiang Yan spoke, he took out a piece of paper, wrote down his phone number, and handed it to Blind Chen.

At that time, driven to a desperate strait by his creditors and hounded like a stray dog, he had no choice but to turn to Liu Xiaoxiao for help.

As soon as the words "death by a thousand cuts" were uttered, the area beneath the feet of the two servants with severed arms grew damp, their last remaining shreds of courage and soul seemingly shattered by fright.

Shen Tang brought over a trash can, watching as he vomited everything he had into it, looking thoroughly wretched.

However, a flash of cold light sliced through the air, and an arm flew straight up, rolling onto the ground trailing a crimson line of blood.

Seeing that both Du Longfei and Zhao Ling'er were cultivators with spiritual power, she immediately felt that she was in for some terrible luck today.

Turning her head away so she wouldn't have to look anymore, she picked up a bottle of red wine and gulped it down straight from the bottle.

Su Jingge lacked the ability to scale walls and vault over eaves, leaving her to watch helplessly as Zhao You executed his lightweight kung fu and vanished into thin air in a heartbeat.

This explanation was indeed reasonable; Zhou Dachun hesitated for a split second, his expression turning gloomy. He had thought he'd caught a few deserters and intended to interrogate them.

The next moment, Jiang Jiaojiao's figure vanished instantly. Seeing this, Zhao Li hurriedly followed, disappearing from the pagoda as well, and the two of them simultaneously reappeared within the Qi-Gathering Array.

"Ha, I was wondering why you two hadn't returned, only to find you hiding here to amuse yourselves," Chang Sheng teased.

What they hadn't expected, however, was that right at this moment in Luo Imperial City, in a rather desolate spot, stood the very same Qiankun Teleportation Array where Long Yan had first set foot on the Profound Martial Divine Realm.

These three types of fierce beasts appeared to have established themselves as the overlords of this immense mire. To proceed any further, it seemed they would have to carve a bloody path straight through the swamp.

Amidst Ye Tianlin's emotional sigh, the members of the Ye family aboard the treasured boat finally managed to snap back to their senses with great difficulty. They gazed down at the spot where the middle-aged man had fallen, their eyes still lingering with profound shock and horror. Especially Qinggu, Han Yitian, and Ye Yunfeng, whose hearts were stirred by unprecedented, tumultuous waves.

"Let's go." Master Kong grabbed Li Ranzhi, unwilling to let go in the slightest. With one hand behind his back, his body soared into the air, lifting Li Ranzhi up into the firmament as he swept away.

The Shattering Stone Palm was a low-grade Yellow-tier Daoist technique. Once mastered, a single strike could shatter boulders, break open a person's skull, and unleash immense, tyrannical power.

Wherever the sonic waves reached, those underworld soldiers instantly evaporated into thin air. The terrifying soundwaves rippled across the entire Spider Valley! Under this single strike, the expressions of those people altered drastically, turning ashen to the extreme.

With over a thousand years of experience at my disposal, coupled with the formidable and terrifying nature of the Daoist sect's swordsmanship, could I possibly lose to you?

Regret came too late now; there was no turning back. They watched as the Gate of Creation collided with the first pitch-black long needle, instantly shattering it to pieces. Then came the second pitch-black long needle, which met the same fate, effortlessly smashed apart.

Daoist Zhunti had long since heard that the Azure Lotus was protected by the Primordial Five Elements Spirit Fire. Seeing the spiritual fire soar into the sky within the formation, nearly burning the Bodhi Great Array to ashes, he couldn't help but feel a shock of alarm inwardly, thinking to himself.

Moreover, although they had hurried together from who-knows-how-many light-years away, they had no intention of merging into one.

"Well, obviously. Then do you know where the weakness of someone with this kind of body lies?" Delia asked again.