Chapter 1147: A Future That Cannot Exist

"Foreseeing the future?"

The Immortal of Years showed a look of disappointment; he had thought Lu Yang might possess some unexpected recourse, but it turned out to be mere precognition.

What kind of proof was foreseeing the future? Even he was capable of it.

Not only could he do it, but he had also taught the Eternal Immortal, though she possessed little talent in this regard, able only to predict the coming weather.

"Oh, right! Little Yang, you can foresee the future!"

The Eternal Immortal Fairy clapped Lu Yang on the shoulder with great excitement: "This

"A pity, then, to be thwarted at the final move. To think they would not grant me even three days' time; it is the will of Heaven..." Shuang Chi also smiled, hooked a slender lock of hair over her shoulder with one hand, and gently smoothed it.

Her eyelashes fluttered upward as she gazed into his ink-dark eyes, within which her own countenance was sharply mirrored—so vivid, so luminously clear.

The families and clans gathered outside the city gates had already degenerated into a chaotic melee, a mess beyond confounding; none paid heed to the shouts and commands from afar, thinking that anyone who obeyed would be a fool, anyone who complied would suffer, so the shouting continued in vain while the lawless brawling went on unabated.

The Buddhists plotting Meng Zhixiang's rebellion against the Tang Dynasty had struck at the very foundations of Taoism. If left unchecked, how could Taoism maintain its prestige as the foremost orthodox faith in the realm? Thus, by aligning with the Zhan Sect at this juncture, though the Zhan Sect gained the upper hand, it was still considered an act of assistance to the Taoist cause.

Most of the departing employees, upon taking their leave, could still witness the manner of interaction between General Manager Chu and Director Chen.

"Rumble—" Yu Weiyan felt as though a bolt of lightning had flashed from a clear sky directly overhead, blasting her instantly into a charred quail.

Noble Consort Xiao and Jun Xi could not remain hidden in the outskirts of the city for a lifetime; so long as Emperor Zhao remained upon the throne, they would ever be in peril.

Suspicion had already taken root upon entering and seeing her pose as if to take her own life; now, witnessing this scene, the heart that had hung in suspense finally settled back into place.

No sooner had the words fallen than she successfully witnessed the subtle arch of Sifeng Jingyan's brow, a tempest gathering within his pupils as a murderous aura instantly blanketed the earth.

This pagoda weighed no less than a million catties, yet with a great roar from the Joyous Buddha of Fixed Light, a thrust of the demon-subduing pestle actually sent it flying straight back.

The figure in the shadows stared at the patch of bright crimson upon her neck, watching her frail form force itself to walk back, a deep frown knitting his brow.

Few of these ancient martial arts had survived the passage of time, and gradually, much of what remained within the martial disciplines had been reduced to mere decorative flourishes.

Lin Chen remained entirely motionless, steadfast as a monolithic rock and poised in his self-possession, his aura quiet as an abyss, like the vast and deep ocean, ever defying any attempt to fathom its true nature or depth.

Even if the fat policeman were to open his mouth wide in extortion, what of it? Would they not still have to submissively offer up the food?

A sense of unease slowly germinated from the depths of Fu Siyan's heart, and the palm with which she gripped her longsword was already slick with a light sweat.

Teeming with vitality, a fresh ribbon of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting its light upon the couch and washing over Lin Chen's deeply sleeping face.

The rumors in the capital spread with mounting ferocity, to the extent that by nightfall, people would even hurl rotten eggs at the gates of the Xu residence.

Before long, the bailiffs in the rear did indeed discover those who had been imprisoned; when brought out, they were already so emaciated as to scarcely retain human form—these, however, were the true members of the Xu family, whereas the shopkeeper, the accountants, and the guards here were entirely the Grand Madam's people.

Luo Qingchu saw that although both Luo Yishui and her companion had been driven back by the Grand Madam, the words they spoke had already taken effect; every gaze directed toward her remained searching, and in the eyes of some, the light of mockery was already flashing.

A spatial ring was a token of status; the moment one's spatial ring was produced, it would inevitably expose one's identity—after all, even someone of Shen An's standing, a disciple of Elder Mu En, did not possess a spatial ring, let alone a child of five or six years.

"Master!" Wu Xie called out respectfully; the person before him was the Sect Master of the Hidden God Sect, who had been in secluded meditation for fifty years, and who likely would not have emerged now had he not been disturbed.