Chapter 208: Is This Reasonable? This Actually Seems Quite Reasonable!

Suma shook his head, sighing once more. "With just the few of you, how much help can you possibly offer our honored guest? More likely than not, you will only drag them down. It would be one thing if we chose not to assist at all, but since we have decided to help, there is no sense in being a hindrance. Let all who are willing follow along. Purgatory cannot shelter us forever, nor can the glory bequeathed by our ancestors."

Hearing these words, Kuimu realized that Suma was not joking, and only then did he nod, his expression shifting.

Yet, it truly was nothing more than her overactive imagination; her captors paid her little heed, even as the temperature within the room continued its steady, relentless rise.

The villa’s grand gates bore no nameplate or sign whatsoever; without a guide to lead the way, it would have been impossible to discern that this estate housed a private garment studio.

This was the indispensable secret to securing victory in any sport of fierce confrontation, a truth Jiang Lan would absolutely never forget.

Following more than ten consecutive rounds of ferocious firing, the ammunition in the pistols of these Qinghong Sect henchmen was finally exhausted, and their onslaught gradually subsided.

The words had barely left her lips when, seizing upon the momentary lapse of disdainful negligence from the two men, Yu Moqing violently wrenched the chains in the opposite direction, then impatiently lashed out with her leg, delivering a swift kick straight into the guard beside her. Yet she knew all too well how robustly built this guard was; her blow struck nothing but a block of solid, unyielding flesh.

However, Shi Yu soon withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes; he understood his current situation better than anyone, knowing that a pointless display of bravado was nothing but the folly of a reckless fool.

In no time at all, the maids and older matrons Gu Yiran had specially procured for Yu Yue became mere ornaments; the young master of Xuechen Villa was far more adept at caring for children than any of them.

By all accounts, since the underground palace had opened to rogue cultivators only a few days prior, many of those coveting Wu Motu's relics should still have been exploring its depths, yet the number of rogue cultivators appearing in this particular place was sparse.

The might of Xiao Yao’s punch was fiercely devastating, instantly shattering the current of water to strike heavily against Anderson’s form; the latter felt as though a massive boulder had violently smashed into his chest, and as a torrent of acute pain assailed him, his body recoiled backward, entirely out of control.

Their acquaintance had begun when he treated the foolish son of the Pan family; after a few encounters, they had caught each other's eye and naturally rolled into bed together. Madam Pan was generous with her coin, while Ni Zhiyuan possessed fine medical skills and frequently nurtured her constitution; the two could be said to have struck a perfect accord.

Next, Lin Peng briefly recounted to Lin Peng what had occurred two nights prior in the old, deserted sector of the school buildings.

Cui Hu remained unaware that his single remark had provoked Zilong's murderous intent. His parents, younger siblings, and beloved were the softest, most tender parts hidden in the depths of Zilong's heart—rightfully considered his sacred, untouchable domain. For Cui Hu to utter such base and lowly words right to Zilong's face had undoubtedly crossed a line.

He Jin was thrown into a cold sweat all over by He Yi’s words; the mere thought of boundless power and authority slipping away from him left him utterly at a loss.

Kangju, on the other hand, was far more fortunate. Sheltered behind Wusun and Dayuan, it had never suffered a devastating blow from the Han Dynasty, and thus they could not comprehend just how formidable the might of the Han truly was.

When Di Qianjue had initially agreed to join forces with him, he had indeed stipulated one condition: under no circumstances was Mu Qinglan's life to be harmed.

Yet at the same time, she confirmed with absolute certainty that the Altar of Rejuvenation was indeed aware of the existence of the black jade slip within her body.

"Things having come to this, Mother will no longer hide it from you. Three days ago, in order to save Xiaxia, Zuolun took a gunshot to the head, compressing his memory nerves. Now he recognizes no one but you. Can the cold war between the two of you finally come to an end?"

"No way, right? You actually like someone you haven't even laid eyes on?" He Dejiu shook his head in helpless resignation.

Muyu gently patted Ouyang Yibing’s shoulder and said, "Intuition! If anything had happened to the two of them, there would be no need for this barrier to exist; wouldn't it be better to just let us in and then slaughter us? In short, set your mind at ease!" Ouyang Yibing, however, wore a face full of disdain, thinking to herself, 'What if there is a catch?'