105. A Little Trick

Liu Yao, the former Inspector of Yangzhou, has passed away at the age of forty-one.

In his youth, to rescue his uncle, Liu Yao once led a dozen men into a bandit lair, seizing the opportunity to slay the chieftain and save his relative. He had also fearlessly confronted the powerful eunuch Zhang Rang, successfully kept Yuan Shu at bay in Yangzhou, and defeated Zuo Rong. All in all, he was a capable member of the imperial clan. Yet, he died, leaving behind several concubines and five children; his eldest son, Liu Ji, is only ten years old this year.

Such massive upheaval naturally alarmed the Profound Silver Sword Sect, situated deep on the western front. No sooner had their scouts been deployed than a large number of sect members arrived seeking refuge. Among them were some old acquaintances, also classified as second-rate sects, though none possessed the formidable strength of the Profound Silver Sword Sect.

Baby Dragon stayed quietly by Solo’s side. She loved his scent, finding it immensely comforting. Most importantly, as long as she stayed near him, she was constantly rewarded with delicious treats.

The situation reversed as the seven demons and Mu joined forces to besiege the Dragon Spirit. Though the Dragon Spirit felt helpless, Mu’s avatar refused to return. He could not bring himself to drive away his avatar—after all, the avatar had once lowered his pride to sign a contract with him, and today, he had turned against his original body for his sake. How could he cast him aside like a worn-out shoe?

"Congratulations to the host for gaining one point of divine power!" The system’s voice rang out, leaving Solo very satisfied.

Below, some could no longer restrain themselves. As Tongxuan had said, regardless of his personal character, the common people were currently suffering under the scourge of monsters. Even if only for the sake of humanity, they had to step forward now. The people of Tongtian City were masters of slaughter; they proved their path through killing and used violence to end violence. This was their way of upholding justice for the heavens.

The match concluded. The members of the Feiyang team removed their helmets, their faces beaming with the joy of victory.

Although these low-ranking skeleton cultivators did not possess high cultivation levels, many were quite clever. After all, in the chaotic Southern Border, no fool could survive for long.

Among these five great monsters, the weakest, the Demon-Swallowing Tree, was at the ninth level of the Earth Realm. The Azure Serpent was at the tenth level, while the Giant Bear, the Great Roc, and the Poison Frog were all Heaven-level beasts.

Meanwhile, standing to the side—neither approaching Shen Qiang nor joining the great monsters—Amaterasu frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Indeed, every emperor of the Dragon Blood Empire was titled the Dragon Blood Emperor. This was the custom of the empire, and few people knew the personal names of the emperors.

Three heavy-armored warriors surrounded the boss. I acted as the primary attacker, unleashing a barrage of blows, while Lin Ruoyu provided heavy magical bombardment from behind. The boss couldn't even put up a fight and collapsed with a wail in less than ten minutes.

Constable Li continued to interrogate the two maids, his eyes fixed on Qingyan, whose body trembled with fear.

The Ninth Prince finally said, "Once this period passes, I will consider it, and then we can discuss the matter further." In his heart, the Ninth Prince did not believe the Tenth Prince was fit to be emperor; both politics and commerce were crooked, winding affairs, and the Tenth Prince was far too blunt.

The night passed in a flash, and Jing Shu successfully left the Eastern Palace the following morning. She finally understood why she had never been discovered during her previous visits: it was because the Crown Prince had summoned her. As long as it was the Crown Prince's will, no matter how capable Consort Li was, she could never find any evidence.

Moreover, the Overlord of Western Chu and the God of War, Yuntian, had always been at odds, and Yuntian was a mortal enemy of the Xiongba Alliance. Looking across Tianfeng City, as long as they could not unite, Jiangnan Xiyu stood a fifty-percent chance of seizing the territory.

Lan Chengcheng and Mu Chengfeng, bound tightly with ropes, were tossed onto the weeds as they slowly regained consciousness.

Upon hearing this, even Old Madam Su could not help but gasp in secret, to say nothing of Madam Su Ye.

"It is too late," I said, looking at him, my voice low. "It was ingested at dawn; by now, it has reached the internal organs and permeated the blood."