Chapter 1157: How Did the Ghost Killing Alliance Get Involved with Young Cult Leader Lu?

Lu Yang noticed Fang Zhige tightly gripping Liu Yu's wrist, his gaze brimming with amusement, and so offered a word of well-meaning advice.

"An awakening of first love is a fine thing, but I must remind you both that you are still young; whether you tread the path of martial arts or immortality, you must preserve your vital essence to sustain your pace of cultivation."

"I have a friend who foreswore the company of women for his training, and his progress was so swift that anyone who saw him praised him as a supreme talent of this generation; I hear his netherworld value even increased by a billion recently."

Listening to Lu Yang

Erya remained exceedingly tolerant of Liu Xiangchun; no matter what Liu Xiangchun did, she would never bear a grudge against her. In Liu Xiangchun's own words, Erya was far more filial than Daya, who could not match even half of Erya's devotion.

"Wanting to escape? Not a chance!" Xia Mulan finally snapped out of it, leaping from the brick bed and charging forward with the momentum of a soldier storming a battle line. She lunged onto the back of Xia Yulin, who had hesitated for two seconds to open the door, clinging to her like an eight-legged octopus while simultaneously biting at her neck.

For this very reason, the brothers Chen Erbing and Chen Dabing had turned against each other, refusing to associate for decades; Chen Erbing harbored a deep resentment against his elder brother, while Chen Dabing felt an profound sense of guilt in his heart.

"As for this marquisate, this Prince believes Wang Quan would find it rather agreeable to reside here." Dongfang Moran cast a sidelong glance at Wang Caijun and Wang Feiyuan, before turning to take his departure.

Nangong Ming turned his head with great trepidation, not daring to look at Feng Ruhuang in his arms; he truly did not wish to execute justice upon her right then and there under such circumstances.

Her lovely face had become an unseemly sight once her makeup ran, and now, stained with soot, it appeared utterly ludicrous.

Those men dressed as guards were precisely the ones watching over the funeral canopy; their faces were covered in crisscrossing claw marks, each oozing blood, which, combined with their fury, made them look exceptionally ferocious.

"I... I..." The man surnamed Li stammered for a long while, unable to utter a single coherent word.

Watching Zhu Dayong's expression, I could not help but feel a wave of revulsion; I thought to myself that this blood-red ring was truly no ordinary object, and estimated that he might have the life to look at it but not to keep it, and if trouble arose then, it would be none of my business.

"I have said it before: Uchiha Yuki's strength is far above ours. Even if the entire village were to attack together, they might not necessarily prevail against her, to say nothing of the fact that Akatsuki possesses other powerful individuals." Jiraiya's words extinguished Tsunade's fiery arrogance, and she sat down in her chair helplessly, letting out a sigh.

"It would be best if the Lingfeng Guards do not bungle this; if the news leaks out, it will bound to cause immense trouble. That Zhu family ancestor used to have quite a few old comrades in the Heavenly Alliance back then; if they find out we annihilated the Zhu descendants to contest the Holy Fire Seal, any casual obstacle they throw our way would be more than we could handle," Feng Liu said in a deep voice, stroking his chin.

Reclaiming Liaodong was certainly a monumental achievement, yet it was not necessarily something everyone was pleased to witness; for some, being granted titles and nobility in the north was far inferior to being reassigned to the wealth and tranquility of Chang'an. Now that his troops were at the very walls of Liaodong City, if anyone still dared to stir up trouble, he would not mind letting them sleep forever in the Liao River, never to return to Chang'an.

It had to be said that Zhou Quan, as a leader, was highly qualified and outstanding; if anyone dared to claim now that Zhou Quan was too narrow-minded or careless as a leader, Zhou Quan would surely erupt in fury, for he did not believe anyone else could perform the role more excellently than he did.

Chunyinzi's fate remained unknown, and Lu Fei was likewise missing without a trace; within the vast Maoshan sect, there was simply no one left who could truly steady the situation! Once Zhou the Third led the forces of the Yellow Springs Gate in a grand invasion, what would Maoshan have to withstand them? The situation was utterly desperate.

At the same time, his face bore a look of grievance; the muscles over his cheekbones twitched, and his entire demeanor suggested a desperate urge to explain something, completely bypassing any conscious thought.

We walked along the winding, rugged, and uneven mountain path, observing the welcoming pines of various wondrous postures standing proudly like lifelike living people; whether in the blazing heat of summer or the bitter chill of winter, they resolutely and enthusiastically lined the path to welcome tourists coming to Mount Huang from all directions.