Chapter 1170: What Kind of Door Is This?!

It was a rare day of rest, with no private academy to attend and no martial arts hall to practice boxing in, so Gong Che and Shi Yi agreed to go out for a stroll on the streets.

“You called me out to play, but what exactly are we doing?”

Shi Yi rolled his eyes, sensing that Gong Che had been abnormally excited lately; not only was he active during class, but he couldn't sit still even during their rest days, having dragged him out of bed at the crack of dawn.

Ever since his mother returned from the Ice Flood Dragon Tribe, his father and mother had been bound in sweet affection all day long, leaving him behind instead.

The City of Peach Blossoms could not afford to offend the tribe, being barely considered a subordinate power; if the tribe learned that a martial artist had insulted them and Peach Blossom City remained indifferent, they would be in immense trouble.

"Damn it, it’s been so long, what's the serial number?" Shi Wantai also opened his own computer, navigating to the page where the gold cards were presented.

What met the eye was a long corridor, brilliant and magnificent, entirely discordant with the pitch-black exterior; not only was the primordial spiritual energy exceedingly dense here, but even the surrounding giant timbers and wall bricks were no ordinary things, imbued with a rich aura of spiritual essence.

A sudden shock struck everyone's hearts once more, suspecting that Ye Chu had turned traitor and conspired with the Eighteen Gloomy Demons to set a trap to slaughter them; yet before their cries of alarm and fury could escape their lips, Ye Chu spoke up, cutting off their words.

Tang Yu knew that if they were to face them together, the others would certainly wish for it as well, so he took the initiative to propose a joint effort to test the waters.

"Crack, crack, crack!" In an instant, such a sound actually echoed from the void, sounding remarkably like the snapping of freezing ice.

Liu Hanyan silently set down the communicator, a look of self-reproach flashing across her slightly weary and gaunt face.

Furthermore, according to the regulations of the inner courtyard assessment, since he had now been defeated by Ye Fan and the other two, he naturally lost the qualification to remain here any longer, left with no choice but to drag his exhausted body back to the inner courtyard.

Lu Xiyan let out a long sigh, "I truly don't know what goes on in that mind of yours; an advertisement like this is something I have honestly never heard of before, I only hope it fetches a good response."

When that mysterious dark shadow finally came to a steady halt, only then did all the gathered disciples of the Sacred Martial Alliance discover that this person was the very stranger who had arrived alongside Ye Feng earlier.

Were it not for this, how could Zhou Yue possibly have withstood the devastating damage that reached as high as twenty thousand points per second?

All things considered, the elders argued back and forth, yet their contentions boiled down to three aspects: first, the insufficiency of supplies; second, the excessive mobilization of manpower that shook the very foundations; and third, as the lord, his frequent personal expeditions to the front lines boded ill for the governance of the territory.

A pot-bellied, middle-aged man nodded in praise, having spent a good deal of the journey extolling how excellent and rare the devotion of Li Yaomeng's family toward China truly was.

Your servant believes that the current fragmentation of the realm into warring factions stems from the excessive power wielded by local officials, where civil administration, justice, oversight, military affairs, and the recommendation of officials all derive from a single hand, allowing them to gather cliques and cultivate cronies until they become too formidable to be removed.

That miracle would follow them, protecting them, lingering over them, and guiding them home... allowing them to embrace a genuinely blissful new life, forgetting the darkness of the past.

With affection and pity, I reached out and patted his shoulder; this was my brother, truly a simple and wholesome youth, who surrendered his family fortune after a mere few words. Breaking one's own home for the sake of the nation—how many such souls could the world boast in this age?

After Mu Xiao finished speaking, he pulled Shangguan Yuanxin’s proud figure into his arms and planted a kiss upon her crimson lips, offering a shallow kiss to Mu Xunyin, Lu Xiaoman, Xia Qian, You Meifei, and the others as well; then, tarrying no longer, his figure flashed, breaking through space to vanish without a trace.

It was said that after they departed, they hurried along through the night, only slowing their pace once they had cleared Youzhou; from then on, they held the agility of my mind in the utmost reverence.

The sensation of fighting and securing a victory was always wonderful. Defeat, on the other hand, was invariably disheartening.

To tell the truth, in the beginning, Zhou Yue had been thoroughly frightened out of his wits by this title, but now, having unearthed the truth, he no longer paid it any mind.

Yet the young heir of the Southwest Marquis had awakened, and upon waking, he limped out on his single functional leg, grabbing several guarding soldiers and commanding them to escort him back to Chengdu Prefecture.