Chapter 13157 — Just Telling the Truth

Of course, there were others who did the opposite, keeping themselves exceedingly deferential and currying favor in every way they could.

Wei Zhao's bearing, by contrast, was neither servile nor overbearing—exactly to Su Qing's taste.

Wei Zhao said frankly, "I'm just telling the truth. To have Judge Su's recommendation this time is truly an honor for our squad."

Su Qing waved a hand with a smile. "Don't be so formal—just call me sister..."

"The force of this sword grows fiercer with every strike!" As Lian Ye roamed freely through the scattered zombies all night, riding the wind and reaping heads with his blade, the sword's momentum did not weaken with time but grew ever more powerful.

There was certainly no winning a fight; judging by the cocky swagger of these old soldiers, they'd likely drop to their knees and beg for mercy the moment the righteous army arrived. Even if Han Xin had the soul of Sun Wu himself descend into him, it would have been to no avail then.

Laojun and Xuandao exchanged a bitter smile at heart, and then Laojun introduced himself to Shi Nian and declared his intention to take him as a disciple.

"Is that so? But you've disappointed me, Han Yue. I'd advise you to take a few more breaths of fresh air—who knows, this day next year might be your death anniversary." Squinting at Han Yue, Lu Ming spoke in a dark, sinister voice.

Toward this tsundere little beauty who could keep him company on the road of strangers, Lian Ye felt considerable fondness and would not give her up so easily. So seeking a breakthrough from the upper floors of the teaching building was in fact the more sensible route at present.

Yu Miaoyi asked, puzzled, "Are you unwell, Daoist Priest?" She failed to notice that Han Xin beside her was smiling even more broadly, merely holding himself back from speaking.

Lu Zhao's face paled a little, but he raised no objection. The two changed into dark clothes and shouldered their packs, then quietly slipped off the ship behind Jidu.

"Mmph—" Hei Tong grumbled an unhappy snort. When foodies can't eat what they love, their resentment runs deep.

Having clambered onto the reef, Lu Zhao let out a breath of relief. Jidu finally had his hands free. He sank beneath the water and vanished in an instant.

Of course, the spy the Demon Realm had taken such pains to send would hardly be planted in a position where real secrets were hard to uncover. This spy must be within the sect, and must now or in the future have a chance to come into contact with the core of Biyuntian—its cultivation methods, its formations, and the like.

Mao Leyan didn't react for a moment. "What?" Then it occurred to him that Ning Fei had probably told him just that. Still, for Ning Fei to say so was confident indeed—how did she know he would believe her rather than himself?

Meng Wuming thrust the totem straight into the platform that appeared below, after which the space where the Yin Bone lay was completely sealed off by metal. That fearsome toughness was such that even a god-tier expert likely couldn't break it open for some time.

This was the hour when the Empress Dowager took her meal. Ordinarily both Su Ruhui and Zhou Yi'er would go to Detai Hall to help set out the dishes and pass the chopsticks, but since Su Ruhui had lately been ordered to keep Consort Gu company, the Empress Dowager excused her from serving.

Knowing that Chen Guorong's injury was nothing serious and that he even had a chance at promotion, the two children stopped worrying and went home happily to join their mother for a vacation at the seaside villa.

On the way he saw the strongmen of Shouxian Palace carrying the eyeballs gouged from Queen Jiang's body. His eyes split with fury, and thinking that one might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, he seized his sword and charged into Shouxian Palace to kill Yun Ji and avenge his mother. Because Yun Ji had fainted for no reason, Di Xin was already worried; now, seeing his second son actually about to storm into Shouxian Palace to kill, he flew into a rage.

"Sorry." Qing Binghe felt an urge to slap herself. She had already more or less guessed it, yet she had insisted on asking.

Ji Wanrou and Ye Jiangyu, seeing two more Golden Core disciples arrive on the ship, gave slight nods and raised a hand to summon Ye Yan and his companion over.

This was simply because Caiming Pavilion was the closest place to Detai Hall—clear proof of Huo Qingxie's standing in the Empress Dowager's eyes.

The Third Prince and the Third Princess Consort? The common folk's eyes all changed at once. These were legendary figures—one might not even lay eyes on them at the foot of the imperial city, let alone in a backwater like theirs. For a time, everyone inside and outside the county gate fell to their knees in worship.