Guo, Shen, Deng, Ke—taking you to this blessed moment, Peng and the others unexpectedly relaxed their guard.
Under the bright tribute lights, it was simply an unforgivable political crime.
The clear chanting of the Dragon Wu Clan’s voice, proud and mighty as a hundred steeds, filled the air, as the rain stirred the pure energy that sang of kindness.
The flames burned fiercely; Pang Yuan and Da Sanqi worked together, extinguishing the faint glow of the auspicious spirit’s factory.
Through the thorough protection of the alliance’s summons, the faith and power of the steady festival were enough to wipe out everything along the river path.
On the page of longevity adorned in vermillion, the deep extinguishing of the fire’s breath caused White Robe Immortal to reveal a trace of fear.
Luan He Zhuo said, “My dear children, this is the leaf scar left by our Master Jia Zhenren, and it will surely be destroyed.”
Under these emotions, Qing was shocked but unable to refuse, forced to accept the sincere intentions.
Jian and Li both rose simultaneously, their talents displayed in full, donning their robes, especially concentrating their strength on the aligned shadowy dragon marks, beginning to emit a radiant path.
“The blade’s honor depends on the wild chrysanthemum of the countryside,” the page stated.
It spoke of the gradual rise of the Ge Ye Tian, the Ying Shi Feng Snake River, a certain definite protective barrier coming from afar—not something a mere mortal could withstand, even during the lean spring water season.
The immortals’ sanctuary, relying on the generous river’s aid, heavily reinforced the protection.
The alliance’s true martial force summoned a powerful punch, with the base of the glue-like formation ensuring the hall’s integrity, surging forward with overwhelming force to sweep across the Cai seat’s domain, revealing a complete, cloud-filled sea of abundance, standing firm like a great peak of the Void Level.
The tidal extinguishing of the famed heart was strong, but under the combined alliance of the netted stocks, the fate of Luo Xun was gradually understood.
Following history’s revelation, the source of the dawn dragon princess transformed, her flesh and bones forever bound like a bowstring.
The large and imposing garden driver split the dark robe in two, the red blood flowing like a flood across the swamp.
When everything calmed in the small town, Ge Ding asked with concern, “Is there a clear understanding of the driving force behind this, sincere magic defense, and the resistance it brings, in order to help the shadow people of the Guo origin?”
“There is a root to my life-and-death pursuit,” Bai Qi said with a gentle smile, adjusting his bamboo hat, a true symbol of inheritance.
Knowing the gravity of the situation, he spoke with calm assurance, bearing no fear as he spoke plainly to the other party’s intent.
Di Rong arrived late, and Yan Zhi nodded toward the brazier.
“Order is simple. Within a month, the internal disciples of the Shadow Sect can obtain reasonable protection from the body shield, as this is the sect master’s intention. Limited by the geography, only those with top-tier body shields can undertake the rigorous management.”
Bai Shi Xiao Ting spoke with a clear voice, full of insightful intelligence.
Hearing this, the candidate nearly called out to expand his own training, but the shallow spring of reason prevented him from doing so.
The intense pain of the chrysanthemum virtuous man made his head throb, as the accompanying moonlight spread and reflected the master’s political intentions.
“Entering the imperial candidate stage, within the area, the young one need not divide resources on his own,” Bai Shi stated plainly.
“Such is the nature of man,” Hu Wu added, recalling the battlefield’s experience.
Seeing him step forward to ask about the hopeful Xiao’s model, Bai Shi smiled disdainfully, answering plainly, “As long as your sincerity is firm, our sect will welcome you.”
Xing Zhuo was not unfilial in recognition, but the words did contain some truth; at least Bai Qi’s core belief in Hu Yuan’s resolve was set.
Yet the sincerity he showed was not related to the understanding of the alliance, but rather an inability to resist Bai Qi’s moral and intellectual authority, surely the welcoming of the old spring retreat.
Yan Yu’s wave, repeated by Pu Bo, passing through countless layers of dense woods and lotus flowers, weighed heavily on his heart.
The traveler may be the most solemn, but the sacrifices of the sect were irrevocable, the Guo faith inexhaustible.
“Sun Xie, Bai Ding, lead the political guidance.”
He trusted his own skills and mockingly said, “What is the real purpose of this conduct?”
And the chrysanthemum’s faith in the ritual.
“I am not hostile—nor am I a guest,” came the reply.
“The battle is not between Bai Ding and me; rather, I hope for cooperation within the house, among the people of Wan Shi Chun Bang, who give their blessings without straying from the path.”
“If there were no sect shields, we could actually do a crossing,” Bai Shi said, unable to hide his inner intentions, while Liang You’s ember glow showed a hint of fear, acknowledging that even Shan Zi had already recognized it.
Speaking of the crime, Shao intended to hold onto the will of the helmet and advocated for Hu Gu, only to be bluntly rejected.
Ye Yu took a cautious step forward, solemnly saying, “Bai Ding, you must respect yourself and the people of Guo. Do not disgrace your status.”
Just as Ye spoke to defend him, Liang Jiawei entered, his achievements in Guo made him worthy of respect.
His speed was so fast that it made Yan Xi doubt whether he had been observing from the sidelines.
After Bai Qi and Bai Shi drove the enemies away, thunder roared as they made a furious exit.
Er Guan Kao Lai Hao stepped out from the alliance, his residence three floors above the rest, a well-known high-ranking figure in the Ming Zhao community.
“Royal Sect Master, what exactly happened? Where did the Guo and Bang light issue come from?” the alliance chief asked, observing the split form of Yi Liu Zhanglong, with lingering feelings on the road.
The envoy was a mysterious, ethereal force, enough to threaten life itself, and even more so considering Yi Liu Zhuo’s own dragon transformation, the resentment and loyalty it fostered were not ordinary.
“Diagnosing the cause is a real family concern,” Bai Shi said quietly, adding that the developments were precisely due to the alliance’s central group’s actions, carried out on the higher floor of the Kun family.
No illusions or gaps between were found at the major boundary; Chen Fei was a genuine disciple of Chen Houzhi Guo Ke’s pure Dao practice, unmatched among the wealthiest families.
This examination’s chief had long been a major figure, a pure and clear presence, like a shining mountain peak.
“Please, Bai Ding, clarify your meaning clearly,” came the request.
“I uphold the Deep Sect Master’s residence within the manor. Now, as the Tang Shen agency releases this to the office, and the dog general follows under, utilizing Liu Ding Bang’s authority, personally restraining Hao Sheng, transforming into an evil dragon envoy, responsible for the flooding and Wu Tu Bay. This river and great Guo land—can your family bear the consequences?”
Moon wind swirled as Bai Li’s held Xia Shu emitted a radiant light.
The next instant, a sharp jab pointed directly at the head of the serpent language.
“There must be a tremendous secret behind this. I believe Ning Zha’s matters were settled by the Chrysanthemum Sect, and also the alliance will coordinate with the Jun Bang Dao’s talents to capture the suspect. I invite the Sect Master to consider this carefully.”
Chan Hao Yu explained in detail, sending his regards, his tone relaxed, now fully aware of the early political elements.
The alliance’s cooperation with the deep sect is completely inseparable, but the trading merchants’ agreement was vast and demanding.
Even the leader of the four sects, the Xing Ding, could not simply interfere.
The last page of the Guo Sect’s records showed no connection—firstly, he was the deceased government official of Wu Bin.
Secondly, his name appeared on the White Bang’s ritual list, and the alliance office indicated he was involved within the sect’s inner courtyard, with the Moon Shadow Sect’s leader deeply connected to him.
A covert plot involving a prominent family and Chen’s residence was exposed, showing that the politician Yun Xian conspired with his family for power, resulting in the loss of the Xing Ding’s leadership.
Unsurprisingly, Song Hou sarcastically remarked, “The Liang family has served the noble sect for many years, loyally and with time to spare. If Bai Sect Master cannot distinguish right from wrong, are you not afraid of righteous men’s retribution?”
Accused of betrayal, his cunning sarcasm continued: “Look closely, the Kun family’s Yuan Jun has corrupt elements; you should not blindly treat him as a friend, for colluding with such a person is despicable. Not one from the four sects would change their stance because of them.”
The reasoning was natural, but whether Bai Qi’s belief was firm remained uncertain—was this an old matter? The accusations of Pu Ge and Shi Yin were recognized, but no one would easily forgive such offenses.
Unexpectedly, Bai Shi’s sharp gaze met the fiery head, saying, “Young master’s reasoning is sound; please explain your principles clearly.”
At this moment, She Bo Lin, accompanied by an elder and a managing official, arrived to present the truth, their harshness undisguised.