Chapter 126: Why Not Stay and Face This Trial Together!

Meanwhile, on the mountain peaks several miles away, Zhang Zongcheng, Cao Kun, and their companion suddenly underwent a drastic change in expression, looking up toward the sky. Above their heads, a thick layer of tribulation clouds had gathered, seemingly out of nowhere, locking onto them firmly. Within the clouds, countless lightning serpents danced wildly, emanating an oppressive atmosphere that chilled the soul. Seeing this, the three men did not hesitate, fleeing instantly in three different directions. However, the tribulation clouds in the sky seemed...

Hundreds of cultivators, as if by mutual agreement, began leaping off the cliffs. In an instant, figures flickered, and cotton-like substances continuously emerged from the void to catch these cultivators, whisking them away to safety a hundred meters out. They acknowledged the rule of the Great Tang, but they did not necessarily share its joys and sorrows or stand united as one.

Although everything went smoothly and Fan Tong successfully retrieved the divine artifact before leaving to rescue Mo Chen and his companion, who were being escorted to the Holy Capital, Tang Ming’s mouth twitched. No wonder the school hadn't expelled Chen Cang; it turned out this fellow had secretly threatened them.

On the surface, his job seemed decent and glamorous, but in reality, life was exhausting; his salary was modest, yet he constantly had to subsidize the household expenses. With less than two days left until Gao Ming’s execution, Mo Chen had exhausted every possible strategy, save for Zheng Yi’s involvement. Yet, so many years had passed that the "Mother" had likely already calculated the location of the Peach Blossom Realm.

Lin Yi saw the crowd ahead growing denser and gradually slowed the carriage. After their mad dash, the twelve White Dragon Colts were all huffing plumes of white mist from their nostrils. The noble scions of Yuan Province finally understood that the current Tao Qi was truly someone not to be trifled with. Offending the Duke of Dingnan’s estate was one thing—the nobility had their own set of rules, and besides, the estate was already showing signs of decline—but Tao Qi was a different matter entirely.

At this moment, Zhu Pengcheng’s face was the color of liver, his hands struggling to pry open the wild boar trap clamped onto his foot. His efforts were in vain, however, and disturbing the wound caused him to cry out in pain.

"Are you not waiting for my apology, you base wretch? I shall give you a proper apology this time!" Consort Dou’s malice was fully ignited, her alluring face now twisted into an ugly, hideous mask.

"Indeed, I have watched all the videos of this Shinji’s performance in the current Quartz Tournament. His strength is truly greater than Sanda’s," Lance said, leaning back on the sofa with a smile.

"Prince Yun—no, the Prince of Huainan—you don't look well. Could it be that you are ill?" A trace of mockery flickered at the corners of Wei Miao’s mouth. He fanned himself with the folding fan in his hand, his demeanor suggesting not a funeral hall, but a breezy spring day with blossoms in full bloom.

"Since you're idle, Optimus Prime, have a spar with me. Ever since you became the hidden 'Heavenly Guard' class, we haven't faced off. Come on, treat it as a warm-up, what do you say?" Seven Kills leaned against the black stone wall nearby, watching Optimus Prime with a smile and calling out to him.

Suddenly, all sleepiness vanished. A faint fragrance drifted on the breeze, and the chirping of birds could be heard in the surroundings.

Ye Mei looked around awkwardly. It wasn't as if he were the one who made the person cry, so why was everyone staring at him? Even the usually taciturn Ye Chi was smiling at him with schadenfreude.

The closer they got to the encampment, the more familiar the area became to these hidden guards. Based on what they saw, there was no telling how many traps were hidden in the forest. One could guard against people, but traps laid in advance were impossible to defend against. On the way deeper into the woods, Lan Rongyue did not forget to deliberately leave behind traces.

On the road, there were several expensive sports cars parked. Some looked rather ordinary, but the moment the engine roared, one could tell they were modified and packed with power.

Consort Dou spoke with blunt candor, piercing the fragile layer of paper covering Wen Yucao’s heart. Consort Dou had never cared for the feelings of others; as long as she willed it, everything else was merely passing smoke. Why should she care about such ethereal, trivial things?

"Do you mean to say that one day, Fu Zhichu will return to my side?" Hearing Liu Yuli’s words, Cui Yinghao’s eyes brightened, and he couldn't help but ask. His voice trembled slightly with joy.