Volume Three: The Winds of Xuanwu Gate Chapter 120: An Eagle Standing as if Asleep, A Tiger Walking as if Sick

Before him stood the imposing main gate of the Yu Chi family estate, wide open, allowing a clear view of everything inside. Gu Jun felt a flicker of doubt in his heart.

He was a wandering swordsman under Prince Li Yuanji of Qi, a knight-errant who had roamed the jianghu in his youth. Back then, he had been a notorious outlaw—plundering, burning, and killing without mercy, leaving many wounded and guilty of countless crimes. Ultimately, his misdeeds caught up with him, and he became a fugitive, relentlessly pursued by the authorities.

Those chaotic years of turmoil had granted Gu Jun a fleeting freedom. But with the founding of the Tang Dynasty and the restoration of order, the government intensified its manhunt. Forced to hide and flee at every turn, his life became a constant dance with death, a rat scurrying through the streets...

The deeper they pondered, the more unsettling the realization grew. The crowd grew silent, their fear palpable.

Qi Feng wanted to say more to Wei Qingcheng, but catching the sharp glare directed at him, he immediately held his tongue.

Chen Zhifan knew that during this time, despite not contacting anyone, Mei Jingshu had yet to lose her temper—an achievement in itself.

His gaze shifted to Naruto and Sasuke, who exchanged a look, seemingly reaching a silent understanding.

With a couple of smacks of its lips, the spirit beast suddenly opened its drowsy eyes. In the next moment, it flicked its long, slender scorpion tail and darted away with a swift hiss.

In other words, a thousand mechanical crocodiles were enough to propel the Sky Sea Wing into its growth phase. Viewed this way, it was manageable; if it truly required the same experience points as a player, the Sky Sea Wing might never reach maturity.

This building hovered about three to four meters above the ground. It resembled a tower, yet was unlike any tower. Zhang Yifan found himself at a loss to describe exactly what this structure was.

Every master representing their zodiac sign had encountered an opponent equal in strength. Their battles reached a stalemate, each exerting their full power. At this level, even the slightest distraction could prove fatal.

Unlike Kaizō’s cheerful demeanor, Chiyo wore a troubled expression, her face devoid of joy.

As he spoke, the Archangel bellowed, unleashing a powerful fighting aura that swirled rapidly before him.

He sat silently in a lotus position, his mind echoing the techniques he cultivated, immersed in a strange, otherworldly state.

Jie Ziyu was an inner disciple who ascended the mountain alongside Bai Shu, gifted in both talent and beauty. Wherever she went, she was sought after by many. Seeking a match made in heaven was as easy for her as breathing.

Upon hearing the name “Ling Yu Studio,” Yu Ling sensed something amiss. That “Ling Yu Studio” was no longer as it had been in the days when Feng Yiling ruled.

The noodles were as fine as silver threads. Kumi Sakuragi picked up a few strands with her chopsticks, gently slurping them into her mouth. Though her face betrayed her craving, she remained patient, not rushing.

Beside her, Feng Qi knew full well he could no longer run, yet he pushed himself, sprinting desperately to find a hiding place and preserve his life. Now, the fox demon’s target had shifted to Zhang San, leaving poor Feng Qi with only Li Wu for refuge.

Upon hearing these words, the three honored ones trembled and turned pale, casting uneasy glances at the figure in the blue robe. A chilling premonition swept over them, sending shivers down their spines. What did the great honored one mean by this?

The moment Feng Buran landed, his fierce sword palm technique sprang to life like a divine force. Within a few strikes, he forced everyone around him to retreat. His mastery at the True Essence realm was unmistakable, his formidable strength causing awe and fear. The instant his hand gripped the sword’s hilt, an overwhelming, unrivaled sword intent surged forth, pushing his foes back even further.

Wielding his steel fork, he aimed to deliver a final blow to the Blood Lotus Guanyin. Yet before he could reach her, a powerful aura of dark energy condensed in a single palm struck him, sending him flying to the ground.

Thus, when faced with Luo Fan’s fury, Bai Shu did not grow angry; instead, she found herself strangely exhilarated.