Chapter 121: Are You More Valuable Than Commander Gu’s Wife?

The curtains, thin as a veil, could obscure the view but failed to block the sunlight. The sea breeze wafted in, carrying a briny scent that mingled with the intoxicating fragrance within; the air was thick with the other's essence. Light and shadow danced upon the walls, acting like a mirror that reflected every movement of the pair. Lu Jianwei recalled trekking through a primeval forest on her family's island in a past life, where towering trees stood tall and vines climbed from the roots upward. At that time, she saw—

"What? Is General Wu implying that this humble servant is forging an imperial decree?" His sycophantic skills had grown significantly, and his ability to read the room had become increasingly sharp. Yet, as the saying goes, one who stays near vermilion gets stained red; to become a lackey favored by Li Fengniang, one had to possess a certain measure of arrogance and bluster.

High Priest Chi had told Shen Yuan upon his departure that this gemstone was linked to the inscriptions of Flame and Gale. Later, Shen Yuan attempted to seek information about holy artifacts in the Black Dragon City, but he was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Chen Jingwo's corpse, which led him directly into the Order of the Dragon Group.

Then, with a blushing face, she took a wide fur cloak from her storage ring and wrapped him in it, tying it with silk ribbons until he looked like a wrapped dumpling; otherwise, a single gust of wind would have been a truly unsightly spectacle.

"I promised my old man that I would be a cultivator of substance, soul, and refinement, not a basement-dweller who only knows how to practice and train. I will pursue my Dao in my own way." As he spoke, Shen Yuan produced a stone compass from behind his back, which radiated clear fluctuations of energy.

"Xianjue, be careful. The Poison Dragon has long been extinct. Legend says that every drop of this dragon's bodily fluids, every breath, and even the tips of its scales and claws contain a lethal poison for which there is no cure. Once touched, one becomes nothing but dry bones in a grave," Zur warned Shen Yuan with a solemn expression.

Longyan Xuefeng spoke as if to himself: "It is over, all over. A King? I never thought of becoming any kind of king. I am just a fool. I believe you all have heard the rumors about me these past few days; I am truly unworthy of my ancestors' legacy."

Ye Feng was at a loss. If that were the case, he couldn't imagine why they were looking for him, and if it concerned Hanayama Hitoshi, it had even less to do with him.

The Demon Emperor made up his mind to go and speak with them; perhaps some turn of events would arise.

Such a strange thing? Qi Jingtao looked at Wang Qiang, unable to tell whether to laugh or cry. He didn't know how long this guy had been sitting here, but the floor was covered in cigarette butts. It seemed this matter was truly a dead end.

"The Heaven-Reaching Tower! This powerful force... is Prince Zizheng the one behind this?" Murong Dan's face turned ashen.

Princess Lingxi recounted the story of the sickly young man in full detail. The Great Emperor of Light was greatly alarmed and hurried to see the youth.

Yun Tingxiao seemed to notice her hesitation and smiled, reaching out to gently pinch her cheek. "Go back now!" With a light tap of his toes, he vaulted onto the wall of the Zhou residence.

Madam Li gently stroked her hair and said, "What a good girl." With that, she went to the south room to call Huzi, and the grandmother and grandson set off together toward the main house.

I stood up, and we each took a copy of the agreement. I shook his hand and said, "Thank you, I look forward to our future cooperation."

This forge was filled with various weapons and armor. Among these pieces of equipment were a dozen of Saint-tier quality, evidently crafted by the dwarf Hammer himself.

The fish struggled in the water for a moment, splashing droplets that fell back into the pool, creating ripples—subtle, yet disrupting the stillness. Tao Wanyan paused, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her own heart seemed much the same: unable to remain tranquil, yet unable to stir into action.

"You actually..." He cut himself off abruptly, his eyes narrowing imperceptibly. Then, a sharp, piercing aura erupted from his gaze.