Chapter 120: Benefiting from Both Sides

On the twenty-fourth day of the first lunar month, three days had passed since the massacre of the Lu family.

At the archway at the entrance of Tiger Market, the severed head of Lu Weiming still hung, swaying gently. Yet the passersby no longer showed fear or surprise.

It seemed as though people had grown accustomed to the swinging head; even the ground, once stained with blood, had returned to its original state, thanks to the constant cleaning over these past three days.

Such a massacre, involving hundreds of victims, gradually faded from the townsfolk’s conversations.

“Who goes there?” the captain of the guards stepped forward, mustering courage to block Caesar’s group, shouting loudly.

Alright, you despicable scoundrels who look down on others—better pray you don’t fall ill. If you do, just wait and see how I deal with you, thought Director Peng bitterly, standing dumbfounded.

At this moment, he couldn’t even see the people around him, making it impossible to make precise judgments; he could only infer from the strong spiritual energy that this was not the ordinary world.

He knew that if he didn’t marry soon, the Emperor and Empress Dowager might arrange a marriage for him. Rather than letting that happen, it was better to fulfill everyone’s wishes—Miss Luo only longed for warmth.

A week earlier, over ten black-robed mages from the Mage Association, aided by hundreds of elite knights, attacked Count Boer’s castle and captured the count, imprisoning him in the Arcane Prison at the Mage Association’s headquarters in Lausanne.

Unlike ordinary chakra, celestial chakra invigorates its user the more it is employed and allows continuous absorption of natural energy from the surroundings, greatly enhancing endurance.

Explosions roared wildly, reverberating through the air. At the epicenter, a terrifying shockwave spread in all directions with an earth-shattering force.

“I’ll hold it off first. You find an opportunity to deliver the killing blow,” Hua Liansuo said, drawing her sword and charging at the wolf-rat king.

For example, why did Xiao Tie, whose cultivation remained at the Xuan level, remain unchanged after nearly a hundred years?

From afar, Nalan Lan’er heard Yun Shan’s sobs. Wan’er quietly pinched her sleeve, raised an eyebrow, and smiled at her.

Thankfully, the wolf wasn’t too powerful. Only time and opportunity were needed, and Qi Yu felt confident he could handle it—with cooperation from others. He then turned to those nearby and spoke.

Zhao Liufu pondered for a moment, utterly speechless. Guo Cai was absolutely right. No matter what trouble Wang Tian might stir up later, one thing was certain: this mess was far better than the problems he and Guo Cai had faced, such as being taken advantage of by others.

Caitlin also found it hard to comprehend. Forgetting was understandable, but how could one fail to see clearly?

“My descendants have come to seek my help, and you dare to take advantage of that? Get lost!” a voice full of contempt echoed from the Gates of Hell.

Even if the Child of the Dimension had not been activated, they still possessed a powerful “protagonist’s aura.” This was Wei Xian’s observation. Though Xiang Tiange was a poor student, he was no fool. His actions were methodical; when distributing blessings through magical instruments, he had taken many precautions, including bribing local “Orthodox Priests.”

It was Qisha’s turn. She sighed and drew a card. Looking at it, she didn’t want to continue playing.

Zhong Qinghua frowned at Tian Yang’s words and replied sourly: it wasn’t just her; no one on Tian Yang’s side liked this Lei Yun.

Ye Qianqian stared at Qu Jun without saying a word, steadily cornering him. Qu Jun’s sharp tongue and nonsense made Ye Qianqian laugh with anger, slapping him on the forehead.

To avoid missing an opportunity, Xiao Lin began arranging for the warriors to rest, replenish ammunition, and organize the escort team for the army’s departure. Throughout it all, Ye Qianqian stayed close by his side.