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Otherwise, if a sect like the Tang Clan were to be wiped out so easily, others would feel that the same fate might befall them.
At that time, the martial arts world will inevitably be filled with fear and turmoil.
But now that the Tang Clan and the Lei Family have joined forces to thwart the Dark River's conspiracy, people in the martial arts world will surely be united in their hatred of the enemy.
After all, they and the Dark River are fundamentally irreconcilable enemies.
Zhou was quite pleased: "Indeed, just like Su Muyu of the Dark River, she is a smart person."
He was well aware of this, which is why he took action against Su Changhe.
There can be no world without darkness, and the martial arts world can't be all righteous. All things have yin and yang, and the balance of yin and yang is the right way.
"Alright, everyone go and rest. We can talk about it later."
Sikong Qianluo wanted to say something, but in the end she obediently got up.
"Disciple retire!"
"Junior, please resign!"
After everyone left, Zhou Zhenhuan finally stretched.
Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, the weather has been quite nice lately, which has made me feel much happier.
Zhou could indeed sense the workings of destiny in the darkness.
With Lei Family Fortress safe and sound and its fortunes at their peak, Snow Moon City was undoubtedly a force supporting Xiao Se.
Therefore, he could clearly sense that Xiao Se's fate had been pushed back a step.
"This is a good thing."
Two little rabbits that were already dozing off my shoulder rolled off.
Zhou Huanzhen reached out and caught it, holding it in his arms, and yawned as well.
"Hmm, I should sleep well tonight."
Zhou was sleeping soundly, his thoughts wandering like stars in the sky.
He slept well, but many others did not sleep well that night.
Inside the Imperial Observatory, Xiao Feixuan was dozing off with his legs crossed. He had now been "lent" to Qi Tianchen, the director of the observatory, as his apprentice.
However, there is no specific timeframe for the loan period.
For him, it didn't matter much; it was just learning a skill, not being expelled from the Qingcheng Mountain sect.
Qi Tianchen, however, was not sleepy at all. He observed the celestial phenomena for a long time before stroking his beard and nodding with a pleasant expression.
Qi Tianchen glanced back at his lazy, dozing apprentice with a loving expression.
This chubby little boy is so satisfying. No matter what I teach him, he learns it immediately and can apply what he's learned to other situations. He's so easy to manage.
If I leave in the future, this kid can take over my job.
His Taoist skills did not all come from the Imperial Observatory. Before entering the Imperial Observatory, he was a disciple of Qingfeng Taoist of Huanglong Mountain and his strength was considerable.
But he soon found himself in a dilemma.
This kid learns things way too fast; it won't be long before there's nothing left to teach him.
It's a delightful kind of annoyance.
The little guy was dreaming about something, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, glistening and clear. But he quickly woke up with a start, slurped his drool, and looked horrified.
Qi Tianchen quickly leaned closer: "Disciple, did you have a nightmare?"
Xiao Feixuan shivered, his mind somewhat dazed.
"That's terrifying! I just dreamt that my grandmaster passed by here in spirit and beat me up."
Upon hearing this, Qi Tianchen nearly plucked out his beard and looked around nervously.
"Where are you? Have you left yet?"
Xiao Feixuan yawned: "Master, are you afraid of my grandmaster master too?"
The naming conventions are confusing enough.
Qi Tianchen was a little embarrassed: "Nonsense, how could I be afraid of him?"
After saying this, he suddenly turned his head, and only after confirming that the wicked creature had not appeared did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Xiao Feixuan pouted: "Master, don't you think Tianqi City has become more and more lively lately?"
Qi Tianchen sat opposite him, wiped his mouth, and nodded: "That's natural. The selection for the number one pavilion in the world involves that... cough cough, some things that your grandmaster placed there. Those are things that martial artists crave."
While the flourishing of martial arts is a good thing, it's hard to say whether it's good or bad for Tianqi City.
Xiao Feixuan was a little confused: "There are also disadvantages?"
Qi Tianchen sighed and patted his head: "You don't need to know these things. Just focus on your cultivation."
"Oh, alright then, Master, I can't take it anymore."
I'm going back to sleep.
You should go to bed early too, don't stay up late, it'll make you age faster.
"You brat, I don't need you to worry about me. Go to sleep now."
Qi Tianchen watched as his disciple, perched on the golden lion, disappeared in a flash. He shook his head and looked towards the direction of the palace.
Emperor Mingde also did not sleep. Ever since Zhou Zhenhuan healed his internal injuries with a slap, he has resumed his diligent duties.
Judging solely from his status as an emperor, the country has enjoyed peace and prosperity in the north over the years, so he can be considered a good emperor.
"What time is it?"
"Your Majesty, it is past midnight. Would Your Majesty like to retire for the night?"
Emperor Mingde yawned, took a sip of tea, and shook his head: "How has the Number One Restaurant in the World been these past few days?"
"Your Majesty, it is quite lively, but the city has suddenly become much more unsettled with the influx of martial arts practitioners."
Emperor Mingde seemed to have anticipated this, and sneered: "It's normal for knights to break the law with their martial arts. Those who don't follow the rules should be arrested or killed."
This is Apocalypse City, not a place for them to run wild.
"Your Majesty is wise."
"What have the White King and the Red King been doing lately? They haven't attended court for several days."
"Your Majesty, the White King has gone to Wushuang City. It is said that the city lord of Wushuang City obtained a precious medicine that can be used as a medicinal ingredient to treat His Highness the White King."
As for His Highness the Crimson King, he has been... hosting banquets for guests recently.
Many skilled fighters who had broken through the tower were invited by His Highness the Crimson King to become his retainers.
In the past few days, we've gathered quite a few people.
Upon hearing this, Emperor Mingde's face clearly showed displeasure.
"Absurd! A prince, a nobleman, spending his days mingling with these江湖人 (jianghu people, people of the martial arts world), what is he trying to do?"
He neglected state affairs because of this, so an imperial edict was issued reprimanding him and ordering him to stay at home for a month.
Since he doesn't want to attend court, he should stay home and reflect on his actions.
Inside the Crimson King's secret chamber, the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang was bound hand and foot, his collarbone pierced by heavy iron chains, and he had long lost his sword immortal demeanor.
Yang Xiang, the Medicine Madman among the Four Madmen of the Paradise Pavilion, has been living a very comfortable life lately.
His Highness the Red King is very generous. He eats well, dresses well, and plays well here. There are so many women in the room that he can have fun in different ways every day.
Even if you play with a woman until she dies, ruins her, or breaks her, you can just replace her. In the Red King's eyes, women have never been worth much.
And now, His Highness the Crimson King has sent an even greater gift.
This is the renowned Lone Sword Immortal, after all. If he were turned into a medicine man, tsk tsk tsk...
Chapter 140 Wake Up, Lone Sword Immortal
The cell was not dark; on the contrary, it was spacious and bright.
The cell was inlaid with many luminous pearls, so that the brightness was the same whether it was day or night.
Several huge medicine shelves were crammed full, and the entire cell was filled with a strange smell of mixed medicinal herbs.
The chains on Luo Qingyang rattled for a while, and he opened his eyes with some difficulty.
He then saw his godson, the Red King, eating with two strange people.
The two strange people were quite different. One was bald, but wore an extremely greasy sheepskin coat, while the other was a woman whose body was wrapped in black gauze, revealing her beautiful figure.
What's strange is that her face is also wrapped in gauze, only revealing her eyes, nose and mouth.
His memories seemed to be returning little by little. Luo Qingyang recalled that after his battle with Dao Jianxian, he returned to Muliang City to recuperate. This adopted son, whom he regarded as his own son, came to visit him.
And then, there was no memory of it.
Looking at his current predicament, how could Luo Qingyang not know what had happened?
He did not resist, nor did he shout or scream, nor did he struggle violently.
The Crimson King naturally saw that he had awakened, and his face was still full of that smile with seven parts admiration.
"Look, everyone, look! Our Lone Sword Immortal has awakened."
Godfather, how are you?
Luo Qingyang felt weak and sore all over, and he was only able to stand steadily because of the chains on his back.
Looking at his godson now, he suddenly felt a little unfamiliar with him.
A person suddenly came to mind.
He was a free spirit, someone you'd drink with when you were in a good mood.
Similarly, it was that person's junior brother who defeated him with a single sword strike, and even took away three experts who were momentarily lost in thought.
The reason I thought of this person was certainly not because of hatred.
He was a swordsman, and although he was a bit infatuated, having cultivated to this level, he had long understood one thing.
In sword duels, it's normal to have life and death; if your skills are inferior, you die and that's it.
He even somewhat hoped that the person might suddenly appear in front of him on a whim and then mock him for being blind.
Unfortunately, that person probably wouldn't bother to mock him.
You look really pathetic now.
Luo Qingyang didn't mind that person making fun of him, but what right do these three people have to make fun of him?
He remembered that person had once asked him a question.
What do you think of Red King Xiao Yu?
Luo Qingyang's reply at the time was, "Very good. Sincere and filial."
Looking back now, it's truly ironic.
"Xiao Yu, do you know what you're doing?"
The Lone Sword Immortal's calm demeanor left Xiao Yu feeling somewhat disheartened; it wasn't fun at all.
He would be even happier if the Lone Sword Immortal was particularly angry, shouting, screaming, hysterical, or even begging.
But he was too calm, as calm as ever.
Xiao Yu disliked his nonchalant attitude.
"This is boring, I'll leave this place to you."
After all, this is my good godfather, so please be careful not to hurt him.
Xiao Yu sighed and went out with his hands behind his back.
Medicine Madman Yang Xiang stepped forward with a smile: "Lone Sword Immortal, we meet again."
"Were those Divine Travel Pills I gave you before any good?"
Luo Qingyang's eyes were like a stagnant pool, without any ripples. He stared at Yang Xiang for a long time before finally nodding slightly: "It is indeed useful."