Chapter 23: Young People Also Fear Pain

The Yin Body Spell truly is formidable—such a punch, even if struck against an ox, would surely kill it. I rolled my shoulders, my eyes fixed on Tang Bu Yu.

Tang Bu Yu had already come within two meters of me, yet he did not rush to attack. Instead, he spoke with disdain, “So what if you’re from Wild Maoshan? If you have the skill, use the Yin Body Spell like I do!”

Liu Jun crossed his arms, smiling faintly, as if everything was under his control. Snowflakes whirled and the wind howled, a biting chill filling the air.

“Yang Dingtian, the ‘Divine Blood Realm-Breaking Pill’ has been refined, but whether it works for the Peak Ascension Realm remains unknown. Do you dare to try?” Old Yin did not even lift his eyelids, speaking quietly.

Qin Ziyuan hugged herself, trembling uncontrollably; it seemed she was recalling something terribly unpleasant.

“What? Is that true?” Empress Jingde exclaimed, staring at Ye Zhen in astonishment, her eyes wide and her face full of disbelief.

Gentle eyes enveloped Qian Qiyue, though she herself was unaware. She only asked, “So, does anyone have anything to say? If you stay silent tonight, don’t come to me later claiming you don’t recognize Yang Jiahua.” She could not bear to see her people bullied in her own home—it would wound her deeply.

“Don’t be ridiculous. How could a fat bug possibly talk?” Gu Bu Que thought this bug must be a big fat creature, just like himself, among bugs.

At that thought, Yang Chen waved his hand, and a large, bulky beast appeared before him. It was retrieved from the Tower of Freedom, and its task was simple: to scout the path ahead.

Ye Shaoxuan stepped out of the City Lord’s mansion, sunlight bright and clear. In such peace and tranquility, no one could have guessed that this ancient city was about to face a terrifying storm of blood and violence.

Huai Sang played with a dried butterfly in his hand, not even looking at the others. “I want your lives,” he said softly, yet all five heard him clearly.

Mu Lülü was deeply surprised, for to fly through the air unaided by any magical device was a skill only mastered by late-stage Void Realm experts at minimum. Yet Ye Ling was only at the early Divine Spirit Realm—an unimaginable feat.

It was clear everyone was excited. Though most of them would likely fall at this hurdle, their anticipation and enthusiasm were not diminished in the slightest.

But as Feng Yingsheng approached the suanni, he too passed right through it, then was kicked aside by the beast. Yinghuo quickly rushed forward to catch Feng Yingsheng.

As Medusa uttered that word, Dog Brother suddenly felt a surge of intense light and heat, followed by an explosion that engulfed his entire body.

The princess’s residence was vast—so vast that by the time Ye Ling had toured it all, half an hour had already passed.

Zhiji Pavilion was one of the three renowned pleasure venues in Rong City. These people had reserved a dance hall, and when Chen Ruolin arrived, music filled the air, sleeves fluttered, and everyone was already enjoying the performances and drinking.

The two paused, then snapped out of their affectionate daze. Ye Ling grinned and released Mu Lülü, gently wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.

The flattery sounded crisp and loud, but this time, the wounded Third Young Lord of the Li Feng family was not annoyed. Instead, he was quite pleased with the praise.

Well, even if he only shifted from an “expression of wanting to hang himself immediately” to a “vicious look as if wary of something,” Zhang Hua still could not feel at ease.

“So, what are you planning now? Will you keep me locked up here until you succeed in seizing the throne?” Chang’an asked him.

Zuo Xiu understood from the sniper’s words that he was probably referring to the initial explosion site.

Moreover, even if given a year, Yan Kingdom would still stand no chance of resisting the Qin army.