Chapter 67: The Peacemaker Herbalist

Luo Ling still had some connections in Haicheng, so she had certainly heard of Han Beauty, especially since the company's reputation had grown considerably of late.

Seeing Luo Ling nod, Qin Yu smiled and said, "As long as you've heard of it. I hold half the shares of Han Beauty, and I can give them all to you for establishing your intelligence network. Also, day-to-day operations are entirely up to you, but when I need information, you must deliver it within twenty-four hours..."

Her looks were in no way inferior to Qian Lanlan's, and even carried a touch of mature allure that surpassed Qian Lanlan's youthful charm.

When the White-Clad Poison Saint tempered his sacred body, it took him a whole day; as for Gu Qing, this time would certainly take longer.

While they spoke, the disciples of the seven sects all gathered here. The newcomers eyed those already present with great wariness, and those like Yue Chen, who had arrived earlier, were just as guarded in return.

There were at least three thousand soldiers garrisoned within the pass. With just five hundred men, Lü Bu could barely force his way through. Instead, he drove the defenders down from the walls, allowing his own soldiers to climb up and overwhelm the enemy with superior numbers.

Their stomachs rumbled in unison—a sound that, though a little embarrassing, eased the tension of the moment.

Each of them was a prominent figure on the Jiuzhou Continent, leaders of the major powers! Normally, these people were never seen, yet now they had all gathered here.

"You're awake!" Joran opened his eyes slowly and sprang up from the ground, speaking coldly.

"The road ahead is uncertain; let them take the lead. We'll follow their path and, in the end, show them what it means for the mantis to stalk the cicada, only to be snared by the oriole behind," Zhang Dong said with a sly smile, his face full of cunning.

Once, when faced with the ancient clans of the legendary higher realms, he was so insignificant—less than an ant. Yet, after enduring countless hardships, he had finally arrived here. One more step, and he would enter the ancient clan at last.

Julius Tachibana, thinking his busy day was finally over, had no idea his work was far from done.

Dugu Bo watched the applicants silently, assessing their abilities. He was now assigning them their ranks.

Bai Chen did not refuse. Though Tang San currently held him captive, aside from his loss of personal freedom, Tang San treated him reasonably well and granted nearly all his requests.

"I would like to ask you—just how many realms are there in martial cultivation?" Having arrived in this world, understanding martial cultivation was essential.

As the Grey Elephant Patriarch stamped his foot, the air exploded with a thunderous sonic boom. Hearing it, Elephant Seventeen's expression turned grim, and fear flickered in his eyes.

A crisp, brief gunshot rang out. The figure who had fallen trembled, but quickly realized the bullets had not struck him.

Of course, for Lola, the first Chinese phrase she learned after moving in was "Ji the Scoundrel," so she naturally understood.

Watching Bai Mozhi's receding figure, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for his tragic life. Though she could not stay by his side now, sending him to the North Sea was the best choice. The North Sea Immortal was highly respected; under her protection, no one would dare bully him again.

"Don't play dumb. I know you've broken through the fourth mountain. After so many years of friendship, there's no need to keep secrets," the Wine Sword Immortal said calmly.

Just then, with a muffled thud, Meng E felt the darkness above his head suddenly dissipate and light return.

If she dared call Lady Zhou for help, she wouldn't have long to live.

"Handsome as jade, wise and brilliant, extraordinary and dignified, poised and imposing, farsighted and discerning—in short, to Old Liao, Professor Shen was a deity descended from the heavens."