Chapter 37: The Sunset Forest and the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well

Qian Renxue, Hu Liena, and the others entered the room to find Qian Yunyu sitting on the sofa, resting her head on one hand, lost in thought.

"Yunyu, I heard you met with Tang San alone. What did you two talk about?" Qian Renxue asked, feeling a bit puzzled as she sat down opposite her.

Qian Yunyu snapped out of her trance, a smile appearing on her face as she countered, "It was nothing. Tell me, Sister, do you know who Tang San’s father is?"

Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback; she clearly hadn't expected this.

"I really don't understand the point of developing a sealing technique that just restricts chakra!" Kannai muttered, curling his lip.

However, Wendy, having been buffeted by the hell steed, paid no mind to the changes in the constructed white tiger. Ignoring the warnings of the Wind Spirit, she instinctively lunged forward, pummeling the hell steed relentlessly with her "iron fists."

"Boom!" A massive roar erupted as traps and mechanisms were triggered simultaneously. The beast, caught in the ambush, let out a piercing cry, its ferocity ignited, making it even more lethal.

It was no wonder they thought this way; among the younger generation, no one had been able to reach such a level.

The ledger was filled with records of this nature. Seeing entries for soybeans and cotton, Hongzhi felt a bit more grounded; after all, it hadn't been many years since the days of yellow rice and white rice, and he remembered those events very clearly.

"Wan'er, dear, the situation is quite complex and difficult to explain in a moment, but you must trust Mo'er. He would never hurt you," the Princess of Wu said with a sincere expression.

One could only imagine the power of a faction feared by the royal family; it was certainly not something the newly rising Li family could contend with. Once they committed to the path of the royal court, the Li family would be in even greater danger than before, where one wrong move could lead to total annihilation.

At this moment, Ye Yuan was like a plague god; everyone avoided him as if their lives depended on it.

The Third Elder of the Medicine King Valley was dead, and he was the one who killed him. Ghost Prince had no intention of denying it. Even if he didn't admit it, there were too many witnesses on the scene, and the Second Elder knew it was his doing, so it was better to be straightforward.

Weak penetrating power was not a major issue in current warfare. Even if the enemy wore sturdy armor, the kinetic energy generated by a bullet impact was enough to cause internal injuries or even kill them.

"Ye Feng, to show how much I value you, I shall use my life-bound Profound-grade spirit weapon today, crafted from my own serpent tongue: the Ruthless Poison King Spear." As She Wuling held the long spear, his aura shifted instantly, and for a fleeting moment, he seemed to transform into a colossal, peerless venomous snake looming over the earth.

What Zhao Decai and Wu Changxi didn't know was that while they were plotting how to deal with Li Yujian, Li Yujian had already met Feng Qian at the Yang family's "haunted house."

Therefore, regarding the conditions proposed by Bandit Yuan, even if some were unacceptable, everyone had to grit their teeth and accept them.

Ye Ling, seemingly oblivious to anything else, kept his entire focus fixed on the Seven Treasures Pill.

Moments later, Brother Hao’s men rushed forward, subdued all of the Great Commander’s men, and proceeded to stab the Great Commander so many times that he was riddled with holes like a sieve.

"If you are unwilling to act, I wouldn't mind killing all of you right now," Qin Chuan said, his tone shifting abruptly to reveal a hint of murderous intent.

Then, never tell anyone else that you have mastered the most profound way to use the White Lotus Seal.

With a forceful flex, his entire right arm and palm shimmered with a metallic glow, radiating raw, formidable power.

The Independent Brigade was simply too strong; if he sent men to launch a surprise attack, he might end up losing everything himself.

She took the item from his hand, a bright smile still gracing her face, nodded submissively, and then turned to walk obediently into the house.

According to historical precedent, the appearance of a few sages or deities every hundred thousand years was already a sign of a prosperous era. Most of them had entered the life-and-death stone coffins during the late Primordial Era, which is why only about a hundred thousand years had passed since then.