Volume Three: The Storm of Xuanwu Gate - Chapter 123: Li Xuanba and Li Shimin

As evening approached, Li Xuanba, wishing to avoid unwanted attention, began to disguise himself with Ming Yu’s assistance.

First, he evenly applied a layer of ginger juice to his exposed cheeks, neck, and wrists. Then, he glued three strands of a false beard beneath his lips and chin. The once graceful and handsome young man instantly transformed into a middle-aged literati with a waxy pale complexion.

Xuanba’s tall stature, powerful arms, and slender waist immediately gave away his martial background, making him stand out too much for a middle-aged man.

Ming Yu then suggested that his master slump his shoulders, shrink his waist, and hunch his back. They padded a thick layer around his belly to simulate a potbelly and covered him with a blue cloth long gown, which made him look like...

His mind suddenly went blank as a figure appeared in his thoughts. When Gu Qingruo recognized the face, it was that of her master. She quickly called out to him twice, but it seemed he could not hear her.

Having received approval, Gis bowed deeply, his dark face full of honest smiles.

Listening to the rhythmic cadence of the voice beside him, Lin Chen almost went mad. But just as he was about to lose control, a cool spiritual force entered his body, flowing into his spinal marrow, calming his blood slowly.

The place where the weapons were stored—such a large Earth Immortal Palace—any weapons placed inside would surely be top-tier treasures.

Lan Siyu was somewhat aware of her own eloquence. In truth… she thought she spoke well, with rich language and genuine emotions.

Upon hearing this, the dense crowd surrounding Gu Buluan surged, with more than half of them rushing toward Yin and Lin.

Just like now, the ‘General Manager’ who possessed the cultivation of a Lord King showed no hesitation, quickly bowing and stepping aside.

Nie Jianfeng grabbed her head, turning her face to look. Bai Ma Xiao lay on a stone bed, her face pale with fright, frozen in place. Above her, a sword was suspended by four iron chains, the chains anchored deep within the ceiling of the hall, the sword’s tip less than ten centimeters from Bai Ma Xiao’s waist.

The once shattered sky now roiled with storm clouds. Spiritual energy surged toward Gong Yao within a hundred-mile radius. Sand and stones flew across the ground, the fierce wind howled, and a majestic pressure descended from the heavens. Gong Yao leapt beyond the peak of the fourth realm, directly stepping into the gateway of the fifth.

“The term ‘life-and-death enemy’ is rather heavy for someone of your age,” Lu Xi replied with a forced smile, though deep down he utterly despised that ridiculous empress.

The more Zi Lingtian thought about it, the colder he felt. He was furious that his opinion had never been sought before bringing him here. If this sect held ill intentions toward him, it would be extremely dangerous.

Although they all understood it was normal to be outmatched, who would willingly be belittled? Who would want to lose?

I quickly snapped back to reality. I was dreaming. I wanted to wake up, but no matter what, I couldn’t.

The situation shifted, and time could not be wasted. The masked leader’s eyes hardened as he drew a pistol from his lower back and aimed it at Li Yang inside the car.

Xuanyuan Po received a cold glance from Bai Yutang, feeling some regret. Once, they had been sworn brothers, but now things had changed, and Bai Yutang wouldn’t even spare him a glance. Meanwhile, Xuanyuan Po’s ambition to become the Emperor of Beihai had come to nothing, leaving him empty-handed.

Because his performance was inferior to Jiang Tian’s, he was regarded as a discarded pawn by Empress Liu, forced to swallow the Poison Dragon Pill, which not only shattered his future but nearly killed him from its deadly toxin.

Seeing this, Zi Lingtian approached, knelt down, and embraced her, patting her back comfortingly. “Don’t cry. Maybe your grandfather is busy and hasn’t come back yet. If he saw you crying, he would be unhappy too.”

Long Qiao stood at the tent’s entrance holding an iron-ice staff, guarding the old man inside. The message was clear: anyone who came would be beaten to death.

The condensed wave energy gathered into a single point possessed terrifying power and precision, far beyond that of a Wave Hammer.

Moreover, the summoning power of the Mother of the Universe’s Ghost was unparalleled. Should a great battle erupt, a single word from her would rally many forces to her side.