Chapter 137: Great Tomb, World-Devouring Whale!

Li Chang'an gathered everyone who held a place in his heart at the Scholar's Mansion, where they partook in a grand banquet together.

During the feast, Li Chang'an seized the opportunity to set several arrangements in motion.

The scope of the Covetous Wolf organization's activities could not remain forever confined to the vicinity of Chun'an County.

Once a solid foundation was laid, they had to blossom across the entirety of Liyang.

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The morning after they had eaten and drunk their fill, Li Chang'an lingered no longer, departing the Scholar's Mansion at the crack of dawn alongside Ran Qingqiu and Leng Yanran, heading toward Li

Every art of the sword was like a blade unsheathed, surging through his memory and constantly stirring Ye Fan's understanding of the sword, until a sense of resonance seemed to emerge from the continuous vibrations.

The moment it entered their bodies, the three brothers felt a chill that penetrated to their very bones, as though they had plunged into an ice cave in the dead of summer, a cold so severe it made them shudder, and accompanying this chill was naturally a numbing sensation that spread through them.

It turned out that Guan Yu had only feigned defeat in those three battles, losing little of his actual strength; before retreating to Yangxian, he had even ordered Zhou Cang's flank army into Lake Tai to unleash its waters upon Zhang Chao. Though the waters of Lake Tai were not vast, once the dikes were breached, the rushing torrent still claimed Zhang Chao's army on Guan Yu's behalf.

As the middle-aged man spoke, he cast an ill-intentioned glance toward the burly man's crotch, his meaning regarding the so-called younger brother completely unmistakable.

"Simple, we just go look in the morgue. Aside from the old gatekeeper, ordinary people never go there—it gives you the creeps!" Huang Long hurriedly threw on his clothes and got out of bed.

"What!" Huang Wan gasped in shock. "With no one to receive us outside the city, and the gates so heavily guarded, and that villain Dong commanding the watchmen everywhere to bar our exit, whatever shall we do?" Huang Wan instantly grew as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing frantically in circles.

Though stung by Wang Bo's sharp taunts, Wang Mingxing nevertheless composed himself, calmly sinking both free throws as if completely indifferent to Wang Bo's mockery just moments before.

After witnessing the clash of cavalry between Ma Chao and Zhao Yun, Pao Dayou no longer believed in the tales of two horses circling each other for dozens of rounds; such spectacles could only occur among infantry, for a cavalry duel could never last that long.

Caibao desperately wanted to throw in the towel, but when he recalled Niu Gong's kindness in elevating him from a five-star apprentice to a one-star mentor, he could only steel himself and endure Zhang Yong's attacks, which felt like being butchered with a dull knife. His sole remaining hope was that Zhang Yong would give out first and collapse.

Yet after taking only a few steps, Du Ziping frowned and said, "This is not the way to the Wantong Chamber of Commerce." Yesterday, while strolling with Wu Sheng, he had committed the route to the Wantong Chamber of Commerce to memory.

"Is... isn't that the battle standard of the Heavenly Ladder Kingdom? Why have they come? Has He Yunlong... has He Yunlong come as well?" The lord of Wind and Snow City scanned the army with his eyes, searching for the figure he longed to see.

She truly wished to slap her own mouth; what if Huo Yi's curiosity got the better of him and he went poking around, only to find out about her egg-peddling business?

From the moment Ning Fan stepped through the door, she had found him eyesore, disdaining his poverty, loathing him as a loser who was unworthy of Xu Rongfei, let alone fit to be compared with Xiang Qingfeng.

He tightly pursed his lips, and though he suppressed it, the depths of his eyes still betrayed a flicker of the true emotions residing in his heart.

Yan You trembled as a strange sense of dread washed over her, making her somewhat regret her decision to come here.

Promptly, she stepped on the accelerator and started the car, eager to escape the lingering gaze of the man beside her.

For reasons unknown, Rong Hua refused to face me in direct combat; no matter how hard I pressed her, she never struck back, choosing only to evade.

Immediately, he turned his gaze toward He Yunlong, only to find the other man's eyes wide with what seemed like utter disbelief.

At this moment, Long Yichen's mind was not occupied with thoughts of learning spiritual arrays at all, but rather with matters concerning his mother.

Born prematurely, plagued by poor health, and burdened with a biased father—I can already foresee his miserable life ahead.