Chapter 56: Using Her as a Favor?

The young guide stood motionless, devoid of any conscious projection. All they could see was darkness, and the young guide standing within it, looking bewildered.

Mellia’s intensified suppression and guidance only managed to flash a few vague shadows of objects.

“Not working?” Alex sensed Mellia’s mental energy guidance had reached its peak, yet they still couldn’t summon Yu Xia’s spiritual form.

“How is that possible?” Ariel was the most...

It was like the outstanding graduates from Tsinghua and Peking University—they didn’t need to take extra exams to prove their excellence. Similarly, Lu Xiaoxiao didn’t have to audition repeatedly to demonstrate her superb acting skills.

“Your Highness, are you trying to sow discord between the Emperor and Gu An?” Lu Haiyang suddenly grasped the key point.

Before Lu Zhi’ang appeared, and before Li Qin explained Lu Xiaoxiao’s true identity to Sister Hua, Sister Hua hadn’t given it much thought.

Huangfu Zhaoyang exhaled, brought his palms together, then separated them, raising his right hand to greet the morning breeze. Along the path, faint sounds of wind cutting through the air could be heard.

The farmer’s courtyard wasn’t far from the massive tree. Fu Sheng and Ying Luo followed the villagers forward, while Luo Yu hurried to catch up. Yan Yanli led the horses; four horses, somewhat reluctant, trudged along unwillingly. Yan Yanli dragged and pulled, trailing behind at the rear.

Ye City was truly peculiar! The broad streets and numerous shops—if it was a market day, it was closed abruptly. Could it be that even pedestrians were forbidden to roam?

She hadn’t expected that a casual remark from Xiao Xiwei would earn her the enmity of both the Grand Matriarch and Xiao Yan. But now, she had no way to back down.

The other was the wife—on the wife’s side, there was affection and loyalty, which was also a significant reason for people.

According to Teng Jiang and the Fourth Master Jin, the golden coffin contained no good thing, but an evil entity capable of annihilating their entire army and affecting the fate of humanity.

As she walked back, passing Yu Hua, she suddenly noticed the grass by the roadside was crooked and disorderly, looking quite messy. Her heart stirred. Following the trail in the grass, she saw drops of blood at her feet, deepening her cold dread.

Although the martial saint experts of San Qian had mobilized fully, occasionally one or two black ships still drifted across the sea, and the strength of the beast-men disembarking was increasing—strong enough to trouble even the martial saint experts.

When Medea first encountered Kang Mang’ang, she had already transmitted his information back to the insect tribe, but the spies planted within the human tribe had not found Kang Mang’ang, or they would have acted long ago.

This place felt like a dream—perhaps she was still dreaming. White stretched endlessly, blurring the distinction between sky and earth, the invisible distance and the clear whiteness only deepening her confusion.

It seemed the Tong family held real influence in the army; otherwise, those special forces would have long since razed the Tong family. Lin Yifeng thought to himself.

There were many private cars on the road, and the common people were dressed elegantly, prompting him to nod repeatedly. Now that Huaxia was the world’s strongest nation, it was reflected not only in military power but also economically; Huaxia alone accounted for over 35% of the world’s economy, demonstrating its immense strength.

“Noted.” Shangpin responded heavily without further words. The grand contest would truly test one’s real ability.

After entering, Lin Yifeng took from his pocket the sheet of rice paper on which Shangguan Ling had inscribed the character “Ling,” casually handing it to Xuan Ge.

The remaining martial saints, seeing Huang Xuanling depart, hurriedly bowed and bid farewell to Huang Xuanling and his group.

Strangely, throughout the journey, the entire southern border demon realm felt overwhelmingly gloomy, even permeated with an inexplicable sorrow that hung in the forest.

Liu Cheng watched his artillery brigade continuously fire, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. In the past, the People’s Party’s entire division only had an artillery battalion, armed mostly with spears and broadswords—there were no guns, let alone cannons.