Chapter 157: A Wise Man Knows When to Yield

A commotion broke out in the main hall of the Grand Fortune Restaurant.

The onlookers who had been gathered around to watch the spectacle hastily scattered upon seeing the two men actually come to blows, terrified of being accidentally caught in the crossfire.

The incident occurred so abruptly that not a single person dared to step forward to mediate, with everyone looking out solely for themselves.

"Oh dear, esteemed guests, please stop fighting! I beg of you, do not brawl," a waiter shouted as he retreated backward, trying to talk sense into the pair.

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Fang Zhongjin was a guest invited precisely so he could assist the four Wudang masters in fighting their way out should negotiations with the imperial court break completely.

For the current Water Mother Spirit Ji, initiating the Dragon Palace Grand Assembly once again was no difficult task; even overriding all objections at the assembly to pass the resolution of welcoming back the Nine Dragon Sons could hardly be considered difficult for her.

Yet Fang Zhongjin seemed to have seized upon Mao Fugui's weakness, pressing on relentlessly: "The leader of the Beggar Sect is Elder Liu Xiongtian."

By now, the expansion of the guilds had been completed in succession. During the incident of Yuan Shu proclaiming himself emperor, the [Lingyun Hall] would also from time to time recruit casual players to follow them into battle, selecting those with potential or immediate combat effectiveness to be inducted into the guild.

With a crisp snap, the crimson whip shadow lashed the azure orb away to the side. Bitian watched the sphere rise continuously at high speed, lost in thought.

The pale-yellow gemstone shattered and dissolved into the ground. In the distance, the bellies of giant pythons whose protective shields had been pierced were gouged with deep, bloody holes.

More than a hundred friends of Emperor Mochou gathered together to avenge him, planning to assist in besieging Lingyun and the others.

Such a realization undoubtedly filled Xueqi with a deep melancholy. Yun Xiao was her greatest inner demon, yet she suddenly realized that relying on her own strength to eradicate this inner demon was something she might perhaps never accomplish in a lifetime.

Jiang Zhuo recalled the conditions of the lower reaches of the Le'an River. It was currently the peak of the rainy season, and the torrents were violent and swift. The next location where the current would slow down and allow Zhou Ding to escape appeared to already lie beyond the borders of Poyang Commandery.

Ziyan might not fear the Chai Group, but he would certainly be wary of Sun Ce. Sun Ce loved nothing more than sustaining war through war; if a hundred thousand players dared to cross his borders, they would likely be turned directly into his battle trophies.

He had naturally heard of sarira; legend had it that after the cremation of eminent monks of great virtue, their remains would condense into sarira relics.

The Xia family provided personnel and equipment, while Fatty Su was responsible for the medicinal formulas and liaising with the military, acting as a thoroughly hands-off manager.

Zhang Ling's calculations came to naught, and his expression turned gloomy; he remained unresponsive for a long time. He never expected that his old friend Yang Donglai would actually reject his face and cast the winning vote in favor of Zhao Zilong.

The main street was quite bustling, with patrols of soldiers marching past from time to time. Qin Yi walked leisurely; the Hundred Flowers Pavilion was located just to the east of Vermilion Bird Avenue, a short distance on foot.

"Why are you here?" The Sword God did not answer the Sword Demon's question, but instead asked one of his own.

"So what if I'm flirting with you? Who told you to be so full of magical charm while keeping me at such an ambiguous distance, leaving my heart feeling so hollow and thoroughly wretched?" Tian Tian cast a watery, flirtatious glance at him and chided playfully.

Once the sword formation was formed, the eight golden swords began to vibrate violently once more. Boundless sword intent was already poised and ready to strike the group, and the elemental might upon the eight golden swords grew even more formidable, suppressing the entire space.

Do not be deceived by how entangled and flirtatious the two of them usually were; that was merely Yang Ziyu's self-protection. Yet when the critical moment of charging into battle truly arrived, it was Zhao Zilong who flinched at the last minute, making their relationship rather complicated indeed.

It was said that within the Great Sword Sect stood a sword tablet carrying immensely powerful sword intent. However, due to the loss of the sect's foundational martial arts manuals, no one within the sect had been able to comprehend the sword intent contained within the tablet, causing it to be nearly forgotten by the world and reduced to little more than a decorative object within the sect today.