Chapter 66: Sima's Difficulties

Shen Linfeng fell into deep thought for a moment. After all, Ziyun Mountain was located in the southwest of the celestial dynasty, while Nanyang lay entirely to the south. If Ye Yurou were to go to Ziyun Mountain, it would naturally give Shen Linfeng much more peace of mind than if she headed to Nanyang.

"Liaoliao, a full century has passed. I never expected that you and I would once again set foot upon this giant boulder." Even though Changkong Xingyu was surrounded by a ring of deadly foes, he remained completely at ease, chatting and laughing.

She had once been a traditional young lady of a prominent family, possessing a gentle disposition that sought no contention. She had always opposed Ye Wen teaching people how to practice martial arts, considering it a vulgar skill. Now, in these turbulent times, Ye Wen was her and her children's pillar of support, and she did not want him to take any risks.

"The greatest dangers in the wilderness come from large beasts such as giant bears, tigers, and leopards. Even if they are merely ordinary zombies, enhanced by the zombie virus, their combat prowess multiplies several times over." After imparting some wilderness survival knowledge to the group, Ye Feng urged everyone to continue their journey.

Upon hearing this, Yan Xichen fell into silence. Only when he witnessed the overwhelming aura of the elderly church elder did he realize what it meant to look up at a mountain and gaze into an abyss—truly profound and unfathomable.

The lean elder Mu Yuntian was Mu Qingfeng's father. Mu Qingfeng was robust and heavily built, standing well over 1.85 meters tall, yet his elderly father was a lean man not even 1.7 meters tall. No one would ever have guessed they were father and dad.

Ye stood up abruptly with a start and bowed deeply, a gesture that actually startled Warren and Surbi.

"Father..." Ding Yuqin uttered softly, her eyes carrying a mix of grievance and spoiled pleading, alongside an unyielding determination that refused to submit, her reddened eye rims shimmering with a trace of tears.

Two soft sounds rang out. Tian Feng's two streams of sword qi, combined with a continuous sweeping and slashing technique, successfully blocked the two straight-thrusting sword tips. However, the force behind those blades caused the longsword in Tian Feng's hand to vibrate violently, as if refusing to obey her command.

The speaker was Liu Qianyue. At this moment, his face lacked the previous excitement of viewing the completed aircraft carrier, replaced instead by a hint of worry.

"Alright, alright, get over here." Li Pojun glared, lifted his leg, and strode toward the dining hall. Finding a random stool, he sat down and stared directly at the somewhat bewildered Li Zheng. Beside him, Li Tie wore an expression that clearly said, "You're on your own, good luck."

"Lin Feifan, I know your purpose is merely to incite us to slaughter one another. But now that a few of us are truly standing here, will you genuinely allow us to participate?" One of them asked, his three eyes filled with doubt.

Hearing him put it that way, Xu Fuzou had no choice but to drop the matter. In any case, it was too late to regret it now; all he could do was wait and see the outcome.

Hearing these words, Li Pojun raised an eyebrow, his anger flaring up. He strode straight through the door and shouted loudly, "Qingque, how audacious!" He completely ignored the eunuch by the door who knelt to greet him.

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Jing Xi pressed her lips together and remained silent. Taishu Yi, however, furrowed his brow, clenched his fist, and swung it toward Ji Fang. Taishu Yi was at the Martial King realm, a full realm higher than Ji Fang, who was at the Martial尊 realm. With the two of them matched against each other, there was simply no suspense to speak of. Poor Ji Fang was completely and utterly pummeled by Taishu Yi.

"Absurd! A mere speck of dust daring to emit brilliance?" Seeing this, Master Taiyi grew even more disdainful. With a wave of his hand, he dispatched a Sword of Slicing Immortals to hold back the Eight Trigrams Cloud-Light Silk. The two spiritual treasures intertwined and drifted off to the side, where one could faintly discern that Master Taiyi still held the upper hand.

Li Pojun wanted to say something more, but Li Shimin simply waved his hand, pointing at the pile of memorials on the desk. "If you've got nothing better to do, deal with these. The rewards for over one hundred thousand soldiers, the migration of the Tuyuhun, and the development of Lingnan down south—there's a mountain of matters to attend to."

No matter which stall Bai Yaqing walked past, the vendor's gaze remained fixed squarely on her. She was simply too pleasing to the eyes.

Just as Ermazi was trying to cozy up to this legendary second great-uncle of his, wondering if this prominent figure still remembered him, Zhao Cuihua's face was full of grievance, and tears swirled in her eyes. Still, she gritted her teeth and stubbornly held back the tears, refusing to let them fall.

Regarding this, Jia Huan, who had never strictly adhered to rites and laws, did not take it too seriously. After all, Yuerduo was at least his favored concubine, legitimately entered into his branch's genealogy, and a concubine recognized by the imperial court with eighth-rank official status—in the imperial family, she would be called a secondary consort.

Xie Shiyan's footsteps genuinely paused for a fraction of a second before he turned back to look at her. The gaze in his eyes carried an iciness starkly different from usual.

He was in a bad mood today. Having just been fiercely chewed out by his superior, he was currently fretting over having no one to vent his frustration on.

Hearing this, Wuan Fa's face gradually darkened, and he turned a murderous glare toward Shi Bingyuan, who had already quietly sneaked away to the corner of the wall.

His wide Daoist robes inexplicably began to billow without any wind, slowly inflating like a powerful air blower pumping air inside.

"Then I will leave everything in the hands of the Young City Lord. Whatever the Young City Lord does, I am at ease." Ye Zhizhi smiled and said to him.

Recalling the scene of the other party chasing after the public bus earlier, Lu Xuan lowered his gaze and glanced briefly at the other party's ankles.

In their eyes, the elderly had instead become weak targets easily bullied and convenient objects for venting their emotions.

Putting aside Xue Pan and the other going out to carouse, Baochai walked all the way into the East Flower Gate, but instead of continuing west, she turned north.

Not only that, at the thought of this, he secretly poked Wu Laoer beside him with his hand and subtly gave him a look, signaling him not to speak out of turn.

Shiyao pondered for a moment. There were some things she could not conceal from Baili Ziqian, and since Zhou Hao and Ruoruo were to be put to use by her, she had to let the two of them know what kind of master they were following.

Xiao Yan also nodded with a solemn expression. The strength of this demonic ape had already exceeded his expectations; ordinary moves had no effect on it whatsoever, and he would have to resort to the Buddha's Anger Flame Lotus.

The Dragon Clan truly seemed to be a cold-blooded race. This single thought frightened Ji Yining. As a mere mortal, if not for Ning Shuiyue, she would never have been able to travel so far or witness such grand spectacles. How on earth had she come to know such unbelievable information?

"What should we do next? Are we still going to move forward?" Captain Song glanced at Master Xie and Zhang Xueling, asking with a deep furrow in his brow. He knew that what to do at this moment depended entirely on following the arrangements of those two.

Dan Mingxu remained silent, and Lin Xinhong had no other recourse. Glancing at the work piling up on his hands, he decided he had better finish his work first.

This was Zhao Yiquan's first time arriving in Youzhou City. Before he even had the chance to take in the scenery of Youzhou City or greet the surrounding townspeople, he was hauled off to the prefectural office by the officials who had come out of the city to welcome him.

"Captain, what should we do? Should we wait a bit longer for Sanzi?" Old Kong cast a glance at Captain Song beside him, whose mood appeared somewhat low.