Chapter 116: Ling Xiao

Whose palace was that? Why did it appear in her mind?

“Who are you?” she asked the system silently. “What is going on?”

“The Lingxiao Palace you saw was just an illusion,” the system explained. “It is your nightmare; you need not worry. It cannot harm you—it only serves to provide a memory.”

“I don’t understand…”

“Your strength is too weak now. Only by growing stronger can you escape the nightmare and recover.”

Xu Yang’s spirits lifted. Since he had no classes that afternoon, after dining with Jiang Yunxin, he went to the Commerce Bureau.

The Gemini twins reported the situation truthfully. Captain Wuchang was slaughtering the surrounding Kayako figures as if mowing grass.

In the past, Zhang Xiaoxiao used to bring lunch for the children, but since the school cafeteria opened, the children ate their meals there. However, Zhang Xiaoxiao checked and found the food quality declining. She wanted to bring meals directly for the children but was refused by Jianguo.

Long Yinxie, seated at the head of the table, swept his gaze over the delicate figure in white. His eyes betrayed undeniable admiration, yet he slyly glanced at his elder brother’s expression beside him, who remained his usual icy and indifferent self.

More than half of her skills were honed at Mount Song. As the chief disciple of the Song Mountain Patriarch, he had personally taught her.

Su Shi took from his spatial pouch the poem he had painstakingly copied from memory last night, attempting to lure Qin Wuhai.

Xu Yang hurriedly declined. He had already paid but was refunded; there was no way he would let Ran Xian repay him.

Thus, this banquet was considered the most significant gathering among the capital’s nobility and ministers before Prince Jing’s wedding.

“Did he come here just to disgust us and cause trouble?” Long Maxianlang asked.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes; right and wrong are merely relative. When you change, won’t others change too? Although Ye Zheng couldn’t hear Guangyao’s words over the team channel, he easily discerned the shifts in formation among the ordinary players surrounding him.

Later, despite participating two more times, he still couldn’t break into the top five. The Shenxing family, unable to endure such humiliation, decided not to send anyone to the Western Divine Assembly anymore, marking the decline of the Shenxing clan.

“Please, Lord of the Hall, save my disciple!” Oya Research’s Shenxing Wuji was perhaps the longest-standing. He knew better than anyone how perilous the boy’s situation was.

The old man in the black robe nodded in satisfaction, stepping behind Lu Ming to heal his wounds. White mist rose from both their bodies, and Lu Ming’s injuries quickly closed.

Today, Shadowless City was deserted, tense and eerie. Most warriors of the Shenxing family gathered at the ancestral temple, their faces dark with anger. Here was enshrined the first clan leader, Shenxing Wuying, founder of the Shenxing Bloodline, one of the ten golden bloodlines.

The first thing he did upon waking was to find her, to be with her. Such realization, Axi, was so painful.

Xia Biyao watched the situation intently. It was a crisis, but not a dead end. Yet one wrong move would mean total defeat. Holding the chess piece, she dared not make a careless move.

Zhang Hu had also experienced the world outside and knew that sometimes calling the police was futile—if the enemy retaliated, things could get worse.

The so-called self-deception and mass delusion only fooled those ignorant citizens and the fervent young soldiers, not seasoned veterans like Ah Lin and Wu Yuankai.

“So what does the younger brother mean?” Chen Guanxi, a seasoned veteran himself, cautiously inquired.

Damn! Wasn’t that a blind, baseless claim? Brave Brother hadn’t reacted in time, and by the time he did, the enormous figure of White Stutterer had already leapt over the fortress wall—exactly where Brave Brother had pointed.

Ten minutes later, the muscle car was reduced to a charred heap and twisted molten metal, leaving no other traces.

Having slain Gu Hong, slain the Immortal Lord, and conquered this end-of-dharma world, this man, hailed as “the greatest under heaven,” Lu Zheng showed no joy. Instead, he grew even more serene and cold.