Chapter 91: Consumed by Flames

“Fire! The Lu family house is on fire!” In the provincial capital of Henan, the Lu residence was engulfed in flames, its brilliance illuminating half the night sky.

If the fire had broken out elsewhere, neighbors would have rushed with buckets to help extinguish it. But at the Lu residence, not a single citizen came to aid; instead, the townspeople cheered and celebrated.

Chen Jiahui, the prefect of Henan, arrived with the water brigade...

Villagers brought whatever spare coats and padded jackets they had, offering them to the soldiers, yet despite their efforts, everyone’s bodies continued to tremble.

“Master, you have treated us so well. Even if you drove us away, we would never leave you!” Qiu Shangbiao spoke with deep gratitude. Truth be told, if they were still wandering outside, reaching the Golden Core stage would have been nothing but a dream.

“Are you feeling happy now?” came a cold, distant voice, laced with hidden anger.

Angry as he was, rank always prevailed—especially when his foundation in Pingyang City was shallow. Even when gentry paid their respects, they never came to his door. With things always turning out unsatisfactory, Yang Xu felt weary and thought it best to stay indoors, embracing a lazy existence.

Yao Chuxi had known of this dish before, but assumed it held no special charm and so never asked Yuan Shaoni to make it. It was only after Princess Shuluo requested it by name that Yuan Shaoni prepared it.

Bai Ruoxi’s gaze was complicated. Though she already knew Ye Feng had changed greatly, she had never been so stunned as today. Even Grandfather Tian, now an imperial-level master, had no choice but to compromise with Ye Feng.

This morning, Yuan Shaoni prepared a sweet porridge, simmered with lotus seeds, red dates, wolfberries, and various types of rice, adding just a little honey. It wasn’t cloyingly sweet, nor was it bland.

Wang Jie ignored the furious curses of the alien leader. His hands, like the talons of a dragon, crashed toward the leader’s face. The immense golden claws gleamed with a cold, dazzling light, tearing through space, appearing above the alien leader’s head in the next instant.

“Fire!” Takagi Junichiro shouted. Mortar shells thundered toward the Seventh Company’s position, and casualties for Gao Jiancheng’s men increased sharply.

“Have you seen your brother-in-law?” He walked up to Liu Wanrou, gently stroked her head, and asked a question that surprised even himself.

“It’s true! I heard the blood fiend is cultivating a rare treasure called the Blood Spirit Bone Flower. Many people, upon learning this, are preparing to besiege the blood fiend and seize the treasure,” another young man nodded.

On the vast battlefield, there was neither thunderous roar nor joyous shout. In that moment, their future Emperor of the North defended the dignity of the northern lands with his life. Silence spoke for everything.

“If that is so, Dragon Scent Temple shall devote all its strength. Please speak plainly, Master Yan,” Kong Ming said.

Meanwhile, at the forefront of the beast tide, the golden pangolin, bristling and baring its teeth at the strange youth, found itself surrounded by six beast saints. Trembling, it curled into a ball, wishing desperately for a crack in the earth to hide within.

Jiang Xie’s lips twitched. What else could he feel? Only one color could express it—despairing green! Can you truly grasp the despair of the color green?

The way of organization lies in gathering people; with numbers comes fortune, and from fortune, cohesion is born. Yet cohesion depends on invincibility.

“Impossible! Once the Gate of the Sword Tomb closes, it cannot be reopened!” Ma Yunzi shook his head, dispelling the last shred of hope in everyone’s hearts.

Ahead lay a cave lake, its surface frozen. Crossing it, a stone staircase descended straight underground. Following the steps downward, passing through two Soul-Locking Arrays, one arrived at a massive stone door. Beyond the door, a stone chamber awaited, a brazier burning within. Around the brazier, four or five soldiers gathered.