Chapter 131: The Secret Clan

Gu Yunmeng bristled instantly, her face cold as ice. "What does this have to do with you?"

The young man sighed softly. "Even if there has always been friction between you because of me, you shouldn't side with outsiders to target members of an allied sect, should you?"

Gu Yunmeng was utterly infuriated. "How did the Liangyi Sect end up with specimens like you two? Is there something wrong with your brains? If you're sick, go get help; stop making a spectacle of yourselves here, will you?"

The young man looked wounded. "Is what I said—"

The simple, rustic atmosphere and the spirited demeanor of the people were completely different from the life later generations were crushed by society.

Under the gaze of the crowd, he felt a mix of shame and annoyance; his face flushed a deep red. While furious at the person before him, he also grew to hate Zhu Baishao, who was far away in Jiangnan.

He knew clearly that if he were to suggest the curse-killing method to Kang Longji, Kang Longji would not only agree but might even urge Zhou An to do it; yet, he could not bring himself to say it.

Hua Tian appeared less dejected; although he would face some dangers, at least he no longer had to worry about how the Witch Ancestor You Li might treat him.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. Although the Victoria's Secret show had garnered more attention than many had expected, upon careful reflection, such a revolutionary move for the lingerie industry deserved such popularity. Or rather, it would have been surprising had the data been otherwise.

When time began to flow again, people felt a blur before their eyes, and the three individuals they had been watching simply vanished.

After Lu Fubai woke up and Shi Hui explained how she had suppressed the injury all these years, Lu Fubai was first surprised that his chronic headaches were caused by trauma rather than some strange illness. However, regarding the opportunity Shi Hui speculated about, his expression grew somewhat strange.

As for his combat prowess, it was peerless. He had by now perfectly integrated with the Primordial Violet Energy. On the day he emerged from seclusion, the violet energy billowed for thirty thousand miles, shocking both heaven and earth.

After the recording session ended, Zhou Zekai went backstage to remove his makeup and leave, only to see his agent, Chu Ziyang, who had previously said he wouldn't be able to come. Chu Ziyang did not look well.

After setting up defensive measures at the cave entrance, Hua Tian sat down inside. He prepared to spend some time in seclusion to improve his cultivation.

The nearby bandits stared, dumbfounded, at their fallen leader. Their faces showed shock, confusion, and disbelief. For a moment, it was deathly silent; one could hear a pin drop.

As for the affairs of the Buddha’s Secret Realm, ultimately, it was simply a lack of experts to suppress the situation. Mo Li felt he could resolve it in one trip; why bother Bai Tianxing?

"Zzz!" A sound suddenly rang out. A slightly large purple shadow flashed momentarily among the black scorpions, causing Mo Song's eyelid to twitch involuntarily. Without a second thought, he leaped backward.

Among the accompanying staff, Yu Liuming was only familiar with the lead actor, and the two had enjoyed pleasant conversations throughout the journey.

The puppet took a few steps to the left, dissipating the force of the impact; it appeared to have suffered no damage.

Facing the aggressive offensive of the Chu army, Shui Roubing established several defensive lines along the Fanhe, Lijian, and Yongchang front, hoping to stall the Central Army of Great Chu and thereby gain time to capture Rile.

As soon as these words were spoken, the main hall of the Imperial Clan Court erupted into chaos. Some claimed the government had forcibly seized their ancestral fiefs, others complained that a certain scion had shown them disrespect, and some decried the imperial court's injustice in confiscating their ducal titles. In an instant, the entire court was in an uproar.

The eighth, the ninth, the tenth... When Qibikeli's crescent spade struck the twelfth ice wall, although shards of ice scattered everywhere from the impact, the wall did not shatter as the previous ones had.

Throughout history, regardless of status or position, everyone has had to bow before absolute violence. After all, no matter who you are, once your head hits the ground, you are just another dead man.