Chapter 195: Shrine, Setting Out for War!

War, war, and nothing but war.

The chronicle of human civilization was a history of warfare's own evolution, an inescapable tether to the bitter strifes of kin for interest and gain.

Yet of all the conflicts ever waged, the Sun Tribe stood alone as the only power capable of stoking Li Chang'an’s fury into such a silent, towering inferno.

With his tempest of emotions finally mastered, the grand ceremony welcoming the Fusang Tribe's new guardian deity drew to a close.

The skull descended another three spans, hovering a mere three meters above Lin Yue's head, circling like a spectator eager for the impending storm of passion between Lin Yue and Ye Mingyue.

[Berserk Potion with Mild Side Effects], brewed by an alchemist of exceedingly inferior skill, offered a fleeting surge of martial prowess at the cost of a lingering, enervating exhaustion.

Even as the house echoed with the man's boisterous, barking laughter, Gan Yuanba had already stepped past the threshold of the Qi manor, casting a cold, disdainful glance over his shoulder before leading his sister away.

Blood had been spilled, yet the bounty hunters' tavern carried on as if nothing had transpired; barkeep and patrons alike remained unmoved, long accustomed to such scenes, caring naught for the fates of desperate mercenaries so long as the property remained intact and the coin kept flowing.

Qin Kewan emptied all the delicacies from her satchel into the pond, drawing back the fish that had just been scattered in fright; they swarmed and fought fiercely for the morsels, sending crystalline droplets dancing across the water like scattered pearls.

"Brother, be a dear and open the gate. Ah, the traffic was dreadful, that's why I'm late," Mo Xi said, offering a bright smile to the security guard posted at the entrance.

For the Seven Stars Hall to establish a foothold in the Central Plains, true talent alone would not suffice; they needed gold, for since time immemorial, the greatest brilliance was but naught without the wealth to sustain it.

Back in Hangzhou, Zhou Ruoning abandoned her dreams of ascending to nobility overnight after her repeated attempts to probe Lu Jue bore no fruit. Ever since Lu Jue's departure from the Zhou estate, she had remained dutifully indoors, playing the part of a proper, cloistered young lady of breeding.

"I must admit, as hounds go, you cut a far finer figure than the Navy; at the very least, you look quite intimidating.

"What, are you afraid?" Red the Aloof murmured with a playful malice, his narrowed eyes mocking the other man's apparent cowardice until the Golden Lion's blood boiled with rage.

By now, the demonic legions had vanished from the city, leaving behind only a desolation of shattered walls and towering mounds of the slain.

Nanny Li shot a venomous glare at Fairy Luofu, laboriously untying the ropes binding him before turning on her heel to leave, pursued by the fairy's unbridled, mocking laughter.

Seized by absolute terror, Huang Wei and his three companions stumbled back a few paces before their knees buckled, sending them crashing to the floor as a foul, pungent warmth soaked through their trousers and pooled upon the wood.

Leaving the mission hall, Chong Yi tossed both his and Chong Qi's guild cards to Qin Yan; the slates bore the details of the quest and a illustrated description of the Quju Fruit, though Qin Yan merely cast them a cursory glance before stowing them away.

Not only could it mend the backlash wrought by temporal arts, but it also served as a vital catalyst for chronomancers seeking to advance their cultivation or master specific enchantments.

"To the capital! Since she holds me in such disdain, I shall rise to greatness right before her very eyes!" Ning Xin declared.

A restless urge stirred within me, and I was just about to speak when Murong Yao pressed a firm hand against my shoulder, absorbing the stranger's menacing pressure on my behalf.

Two souls ill-suited to share a life could never breed a child together, even if their flesh harbored no infirmities.

Someone spoke the words in jest, yet the undertone was dripping with malice, a transparent attempt to stoke the fires and watch the spectacle unfold.

His energies spent from the commotion, Qin Yun sat quietly in his chair, a picture of serene masculinity. After taking a few pastries and a cup of tea, he requested a half-hour's reprieve from Fairy Luofu, intending to take a leisurely stroll through the general's gardens.

Dr. Eugene had ordered the artifact brought directly to the table, having never entertained the slightest notion that Felix could possibly refuse it.