After Rebirth, The Real Young Master Began to Maintain His Health

Chapter 81

“Would you like to enter the Fifteenth Division?” The voice on the other end of the phone, belonging to a middle-aged man, asked after confirming who he was.

Even without anyone pleading with him to stay, as one of the most trusted generals under Li Shimin, Li Dajun held enough authority that if he commanded the soldiers and generals fleeing to take up defense at Ye City, they would have no choice but to obey.

This was a place he had visited before—a temporary shelter where he had administered talisman water. He hadn’t expected that in just three short days, when he returned, the impoverished villagers he had once treated had now turned into a mass of corpses.

It seemed that he couldn’t put it into his storage bag yet; doing so would interfere with its ability to absorb the power of heaven and earth.

Master Chimei seized the opportunity, with a lotus of light blooming beneath his feet. His figure vanished in an instant, reappearing the next second in front of Bai Suzhen.

Jin Nanzhou remained seated, unmoving, as Zhou Qiao’s bowl of plain noodles was placed before him—just a thin, watery broth with a couple of green vegetables floating in it, utterly unappetizing.

“I’d like to see if you’re going to strike at the foundation or try to deceive everyone.” The Empress Dowager sneered inwardly.

The afternoon sunlight infiltrated every corner. Even with the doors and windows shut, it slipped through every crack and seam, filling the room with light.

A few miles away, on a secondary peak, two figures stood in confrontation. One held a spear, the other a heavy sword. They faced each other, unmoving like mountains, while the air between them crackled with energy, and even the heavens seemed to shift.

As for why it was a range rather than a specific value, it was simply because people’s innate qualities and the degree to which their bodies had been altered varied, making it impossible to generalize.

Xiao Cong looked at the severed finger before him, swallowing hard, not knowing how to react. He had come to seek medicine, but this... this was far too valuable.

Zhao Sanping walked over, distracted, crouched down, and pressed his right index finger to Xiao Cong’s forehead. The others watched the elderly Taoist intently, their eyes full of hope, barely breathing.

As they spoke, both sides moved within striking distance, with the Du Gu family’s group leading the charge, their Xuan weapon out front. Without a word, the leader in embroidered robes flicked his sleeves, and thick, crimson chains as wide as barrels suddenly surrounded Xiao Cong and his companions like massive pythons, tightening around them.

It was as though her silent plea had been answered, and a surge of warm energy rose from Su Yiyuan’s dantian.

“Why do I get the feeling they were pulled out from a Qiankun Bag by Shen Qing?” someone muttered in amazement.

“Do as you wish, then,” Mu's father added, unsure of how to deal with this master.

“Marquis Jingning?” Chi Liang’s hand, which was gripping Wu Qing’s neck, tightened as he looked towards Qi Mo with a frown.

“Let them go? Did you ever show mercy to me back then? Fortunately, I woke up in time to avoid being defamed. Do you really think you’re a saint?” Mu Xiaoxiao scoffed coldly, with a biting sarcasm.

“No grudges? Then why would someone send shadow guards to kill you? Capture you?” Ouyang Shaochen raised an eyebrow at her, obviously skeptical of her words.

Others might not know Tianyue’s power, but Zhang Haicheng did, and seeing his fellow disciples rushing forward with reddened eyes, he grew anxious.

“Vine of Life...” Ye Zheng’s lips moved, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything further.

Qiao Anhao held onto Lu Jinnian’s arm as they made their way to the center of the stage under the gaze of well-wishers, with the bridesmaid and best man following closely behind.

With Elder Fan’s loud roar, the green threads from his horsetail whisk wrapped around all the remaining Wan Jian Sect disciples, who immediately felt some relief as Tianyue’s assault had only just begun.

“Little girl?” Huoyun was genuinely shocked. He had previously heard a casual mention of this from the god, and while it seemed incredible, seeing it now before him left him awestruck yet skeptical.

Of course, Ye Zheng wasn’t idle either; he gathered a bunch of PK team videos and began carefully analyzing them.

After taking photos, Xia Xi was dragged away by Ding Xiaomin and Bingbing, casting a helpless look back at Fu Rui as she was pulled along.

Calamity... Has the boss grown weary of a mortal body and begun to self-destruct? He wanted to offer words of comfort but then heard Chacha speak.