Chapter 1166: 黄中李

With a flash of silver light, Chen Mobai had already teleported to Jumang Dao Academy.

The awaited Venerable Peach Blossom bowed respectfully.

Soon, the two arrived at the bamboo pavilion on the lake. Since Wenren Xuewei was also in seclusion after emerging from Zixiao Palace, Venerable Peach Blossom personally prepared the tea this time.

Chen Mobai found her skill in the tea ceremony to be no less impressive than Wenren Xuewei's; in fact, her myriad graces made him appreciate it even more.

Venerable Peach Blossom

Ink Crow said, "Such insolence! I'll ask again, who exactly are you people?" Ink Crow could no longer restrain himself.

Looking out through the large, transparent glass window, one could see the leisurely blue sky and white clouds, as if they were right before one's eyes. However, the originally vast and deep blue sky was now filled with rolling black clouds, a dense, oppressive mass.

But since the medicinal soup was personally brewed by Jiang Ming, she forced herself to endure it. She knew she would only find out if the other party was genuinely kind or intentionally playing a trick on her after trying it.

Although they had heard the conversation inside the cave long ago, it took them a considerable amount of time wandering around due to the illusion array before they finally entered.

Could it be that Hua Donglai was also a member of the Zhuge Gang, and that the old drunkard Lei Dongtian, Long Feiyun, and the others had all been deceived by him?

"Alas, I've always wanted to learn from them, but unfortunately, I just couldn't," Xue Pan said, feeling very dejected.

Jiao Feng had felt this way the moment he stepped through the gates of Righteousness Tower. Someone capable of such a feeling was undoubtedly a top-tier master in the martial arts world, and Jiao Feng was certainly such a master. He arrived here at noon the next day, and the banquet was already laid out. Only Dongfang Hongri was present at the table.

"You're asking for death! Release him!" Guan Yu exclaimed, immediately moving forward upon seeing Diao Chan held hostage.

According to him, on the day he left the Konoha camp, witnessing the battle between Mizunomai Hyouka and the Konoha ninjas gave him an epiphany, leading to his breakthrough.

When the rusty, mottled broken sword appeared on the projection screen, most people, aside from a few individuals, couldn't even be bothered to glance at it.

Coupled with Longma's terrifying impact force, Yun Tianyang alone was like a dagger, instantly tearing the entire monster army completely in half. Numerous Yunlin soldiers quickly followed, slowly forming a triangular formation, gradually and ferociously widening this rift.

"No, no, no, you two still haven't truly understood what I'm saying. Let me ask you both again, do these thousand men belong to the current emperor, or to the common people of the world?" Liu Tianhao continued to press, seemingly endlessly.

"I don't know either. My master is dead. He said he had reached the end of his life, and he never told me his name even until his death." Lying is indeed tiring, and making it sound plausible is even more so. Yang Fan was quite satisfied with what he had just said.

Richard and the other two warriors all showed expressions of extreme horror. Hasting also frowned, and a hint of apprehension entered his gaze as he looked at Caesar.

After seven consecutive days of seclusion, Yang Fan stopped with a bitter smile. These seven days had truly yielded no progress at all. Not only had he not cultivated the Prison Suppressing Nether King Body, but he hadn't done anything else either.

A person nearly two meters tall blocked the doorway. His face was very rugged, with a prominent knife scar above his left eyebrow. His condescending posture made him appear even more terrifying.

"How many troops did that Xianbei tribe have? What were their casualties?" Liu Tianhao quickly asked the question that concerned him most.

After the series of events today, Lu Tianyu found that the villagers' attitudes towards him had completely changed. Some who had previously shown dissatisfaction towards him now kept their distance out of respect. Others, having witnessed his power and his seemingly miraculous ability to bring people back to life, all revered him as a deity.

The destination was clearly in sight, yet there was no way to enter. What could be more frustrating than this?