Chapter 146: A Desperate Act

The periods of my lucidity grew increasingly brief. On the rare occasions I was awake, I would struggle to peer out the window, only to be met with the sight of vast, frozen wilderness.

After drifting aimlessly and hiding from place to place, I somehow stumbled, quite by accident, right in front of the palanquin.

Jiang Guheng and his two gifted disciples looked grim. They finally understood that the family head and the elders had long ago decided on an alliance with the Dragon Clan. It meant that Senior Sister Meng Ning’s cultivation partner would be chosen exclusively from among the dragons; they were never even a consideration.

With that, the mysterious figure hoisted Xing Yuchen off the ground and vanished into thin air like a wisp of black smoke before Zhongli Haohan’s eyes.

Jiang Yi swiped across his phone screen, his gaze fixed intently on the comments on Weibo, a burning rage seemingly smoldering in the depths of his eyes.

Wen Xue glanced at Yun Qiao’s shoulder, a flash of malice in her eyes. It didn't matter; if it didn't work here, there were other places. Today, she was determined to make Lan Yunqiao lose all face.

While the others missed the implication, Lin Xiyue’s eyes flickered. It was obvious that this name, too, was a fabrication.

When he reappeared before Qi Xuanyi and the others, the middle-aged cultivator’s vitality was as deep and unfathomable as the sea. Ancestor Xiang Yu already possessed the power of a Great Emperor, but having been suppressed by the restrictions of the secret realm, the aid of the Dragon Transformation Pill had now significantly elevated his strength.

Xuan Yun Xingyun nodded, then followed Ouyang Junyan in a flash, boarding the golden spirit boat without sparing Ye Feng so much as a glance.

As soon as Julie finished speaking, she drove off to Qingshan Village to burn incense, leaving Huang Dafu feeling deeply dejected. Had he known, he might as well have gone to accompany Liu Mei to burn incense instead.

Hearing the commotion inside the room, Li Xiao told Zhang Heng to return to his quarters first, then slipped inside after them.

If she had been sincere, if she had truly given her heart to the Emperor, she would have been driven to death by Consort Cen thousands of times over. She would never have been able to secure her position as Empress, nor would she have been able to plan effectively for her son.

Moreover, with his current strength, even if he encountered two Great Emperors, he could always retreat to the Heavenly Demon Realm if he couldn't win.

Sea City was dominated by the four great families—the Sun, Wu, Wang, and Shen—whose reach was so vast they practically governed everything.

Instead, he cast a few extra glances at the expressionless Zhang Jie and Li Xiao, who always wore a cryptic, half-mocking smile.

In truth, if Qi Tengyi had to spend his own reward points to visit the beach, he might have felt the pinch and stayed behind. But in the current situation, he was more than happy to go.

His sharp gaze swept over all the servants standing in the hall. In the vast Jiang estate, barely twenty people remained.

Now that she was the only one left, the task of serving Qin Ming naturally fell to her.

"Smooth talker, aren't you?" Qin Yuan chuckled, then leaned in and captured the school beauty’s lips with his own.

The moment Wu Qiuhua finished speaking, she rose and walked out. Before Di Shuye could even ask a question, she had already exited Zhaoyang Pavilion, wound her way through the corridors and railings, and vanished at the far end of the gallery.

Finally, the Ice Emperor arrived. Though his path across the drifting ice spanned tens of thousands of miles and took a wide detour, he was still the fourth to reach the destination.

What was truly shocking was the power of a Zi-level expert. Having broken through to a Six-Star Saint just days prior, he had assumed he was nearly invincible among his peers. He never expected that encountering a mere Two-Star Zi would shatter his overflowing confidence instantly, leaving not even a scrap behind.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons why Wang Yun had yet to hold a single concert. After all, if any other singer or artist had achieved Wang Yun’s level of success, they would have celebrated grandly or launched a world tour after just one hit album.

Seeing this, a flash of satisfaction crossed the Shepherd’s eyes, but his expression darkened immediately as he looked at the man in green robes walking toward him.

Perhaps these "enhancers" were nothing more than insects in a jar, forced into a battle to the death where the only thing that mattered was survival. As for the dead, who cared who they were?

Just as they were about to collide, the Fire Qilin lowered its head and charged at Cao Zinuo like a frenzied bull. Cao Zinuo vaulted over it, landing squarely on the Qilin’s back. Without the power of its flames, this divine beast was nothing more than a ferocious animal.

Suddenly, I remembered—it seemed that to deceive the "School Hell Curse Elf," he had to stamp a seal every five seconds.

Tie Daxiong was bewildered by Xiao Wuxie’s identity. Tie Dan had never heard the name Yan Chikuang. A hedonist who spent his days in pleasure houses had no chance of ever hearing such a name.

On the ground, it was the territory of the martial artists, which was one of the main reasons why physical cultivation was classified as one of the nine spiritual arts.

Xiao Wuxie’s heart had calmed after the first half of the sentence, but the second half sent his emotions into a violent reversal.

The moment the black feathers descended, Ling Xiao activated Ghostly Redemption. In this state, the feathers could not pierce his spiritual energy armor. Simultaneously, he released his levitation technique, appeared instantly above the Black Feather Crow, and struck down with "Ghost Howl," triggering the "Terror Wail."

They were all waiting for the Lingxiao Palace to emerge from the black void. No one dared to enter that dark nothingness, for to step inside was to face certain death.

It was not the first time the Flying Cloud Guards had used crossbows to execute experts of the Tianzhao Realm, so they felt little emotion, considering it only natural.

One blade was blocked by Guan Lingyun, while the other was parried by a mass of fluffy tails behind Bai Ling. Seeing the light fade from Chen Shuling’s eyes, Bai Ling sighed and continued to slaughter her way forward.

The "Servitude" divine ability was truly mystical; even the white-bearded elder, bound by the Mountain and River Rope, felt his soul plunge into darkness and immediately lost consciousness.

Seeing the descriptions of various Five-Element spells, Mi Dou felt his heart race. While the "Mount Tai Staff Technique" was well-suited to him, it lacked the destructive power of "Fire" arts, the strange, unpredictable spikes of "Gold" arts, and the innate advantage of "Wood" arts in mountain forests.