Chapter 13123 — The Cost Rises Tenfold at Least

"Bring me a hundred Fortune Talismans, and there might still be a sliver of a chance."

Wei Zhao deflated on the spot. "Then forget it."

Getting even these ten Fortune Talismans had been pure luck. To scrape together ninety more—setting aside the fact that he had no way to obtain them, even if he did have the connections, the cost would be far from small.

It might even exceed the value of a piece of Immortal Divine Gear.

The rest was a gamble.

Wei Zhao took out the Tier-Two Divine Box and affixed the top-grade Fortune Talisman to it.

It was said to be a massive...

Yang Liulang had killed a man in broad daylight. Mr. Liang the Elder happened to be among the onlookers at the scene, and Grand Preceptor Pan had also received a detailed report from the Ministry of Justice, learning the ins and outs and how events had unfolded on the spot—first, because the incident was truly shocking, and second, because the culprit was the sixth son of the Yang family.

Circulating US dollars there was no obstacle, and Los Angeles lay just across the water—the place where his power was most deeply entrenched in America.

The Shiwei cavalry stopped laughing soon enough. Nine barbarians, charging down from the heights with the momentum of a thousand catties, punched clean through the Shiwei cavalry ranks in the blink of an eye, and riding that charge, surged in one breath to the crest of the slope on the right. There they reined in briefly, gave a few swaggering whistles to show off their might, and then whooped away eastward.

"Still quite a few?" He Chen's heart tightened at once, and he stepped closer to scrutinize the goblin carefully.

"Then I thank you." The Monkey King clasped his hands in the human fashion and hurried off toward Mount Qingwu.

Gu Yuxin knew Su Chen was leaving today, so that afternoon we made a trip to the Caochang Group.

Ares was extremely particular about his selection. In fact, only the man in the eastern corner had not yet fought, and his aura was the weakest of the four—even weaker than Ares himself.

"Damn it, the Han Hong Sect's men have caught up," said a young man from the Dark Group. He was right—the newcomers were indeed from the Han Hong Sect, for a white palm insignia was emblazoned plainly on their cars.

But that affair caused such an uproar. If we break off the engagement now, the Lin family will lose all face.

Yang Liulang sat atop the barbican of Liang Gate, overlooking the Red Wall Glazed Lane, and caught sight of the highest rockery within the Tianbo Estate. His heart churned like oil boiling in a pan.

But to Tang Ying, this was entirely expected—just as back when they had faced the Invincible Sword Immortal team, Tang Ying had been full of confidence in her own squad.

Cen Jiushan was like a madman, every blow of his flood-like assault delivered with all his strength. Yet it was like a three- or four-year-old child facing a towering tree—even if he beat himself out of strength, he could not peel off a single layer of the other's bark.

Huang Wuchen felt aggrieved and repeated his usual complaints again. Yuan Xuandao, unwilling to be trapped in Huang Wuchen's endless grumbling, did not dare to take the bait. As a result, both implications in Huang Wuchen's words were taken as truth by the two Taiqing elders.

"Do we not need to go down?" Chen Yao asked Ding Hao, watching the driver and the others being interrogated by the city guards.

His Li Bai was nimble enough, but the Zhong Wuyan, who had not yet reached level four, had a rough time of it—she was struck with "Silence" by Hua Mulan and pinned to the ground by Xiang Yu for a thorough rubbing.

Only, the strongest blood-sacrifice secret art under heaven was the long-lost Hundredfold Blood Sacrifice of the Slaughter Immortal Hall. So before Baili Ge, all similar secret arts were utterly low-grade existences.

But even so, the effect was quite limited—Xu Changqing could at best guarantee Haicheng, including these regions of Shandong. Beyond that, there was no guarantee whatsoever.

Watching Sui Xin Ting speak with such fluency, Yang Haohui could not help but feel some surprise; this eccentric, lecherous senior had actually turned out to look quite the part when he was serious. He suddenly recalled the spotless stage he had seen upon first joining the drama club—the senior's claim that he was strict about acting had apparently not been a joke.

Suddenly, Su Yanghua's soul appeared beside a tree trunk, and a beam of moonlight leaked through the leaves and fell upon the trunk.

Su Yaoguang bought each of the three of them an umbrella they liked, and then, with feigned politeness, asked Yu Shanshan whether she wanted one too.