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Shangguan Wan'er bowed her head in agreement, her silk stockings stirring up dust as she retreated into the vermilion corridor. The golden hairpin cast a lingering shadow in the twilight, much like her fleeting moment of panic.
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At the summit of Yunzhou stands the headquarters of the World Alliance.
Xiong Ba gazed up at the heavens, his black iron finger ring glowing crimson under the golden light of the rankings. The Heavenly Dao had manifested, two rankings appearing simultaneously—wasn't this precisely what Mud Bodhisattva had described as "the dragon's roar from the nine heavens, a world-shaking change"?
"Hahaha!"
His laughter shook the icicles from the eaves, and his unfurled black cloak billowed like a cloud from the sky. In the past, he only desired to be the ruler of Yunzhou, but now he sees fertile lands stretching across the eight wastelands. Since Heaven's mandate is clear, it is only right that he stirs up the winds and clouds over the nine provinces!
"Chou Chou, immediately send people to the other eight states to gather intelligence!"
"I will ensure that wherever the World Society goes, no one will dare disobey me!"
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His words were full of arrogance and domineering spirit.
"I obey my orders."
"May our leader soon unify the nine provinces and rule the world!"
Wen Chou Chou lightly waved his feather fan, flattering him with a fawning smile.
After saying that, he quickly left.
He strode off to assign tasks with swift, light steps.
..........
"What should we do now?!"
"If it is discovered that I am an imposter, then..."
He cursed under his breath.
Thinking of the upcoming announcement of the Heavenly Path Golden List.
The fake Dugu Yifang couldn't help but tremble.
Although he had cultivated for many years by taking advantage of the power of Wushuang City.
But he knew perfectly well—
I am no match for Xiong Ba!
Even more terrifying.
If the Sword Saint Dugu Jian were to learn the truth...
"We absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait to die!"
"We need to plan ahead!"
"It would be best if we didn't make the list."
"Even if you make the list, you can get out in time!"
"All the wealth and luxury I've enjoyed over the years have been worth it!"
A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
The fake Dugu Yifang fell into deep thought.
They carefully considered their escape route.
..........
"A chaotic world is coming, and the winds of change are blowing."
Whether it will bring good fortune or misfortune remains to be seen.
Wuming sighed softly, a look of worry on his face.
After saying this, he played a tune on the strings.
The mournful sound of the erhu gradually rose.
A sense of melancholy permeated the entire attic.
..........
"The land of eight states?"
"The Nine Provinces Power Ranking?"
"Interesting. I wonder if there are any masters of swordsmanship among them?"
Dugu Jian muttered to himself.
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
A sharp glint flashed in his cloudy eyes.
His fighting spirit surged like a raging fire.
The hunched figure had already entered the inner room.
The idea of Sword Twenty-Three burned ever brighter in my heart.
..........
Heavenly Gate, atop the clouds.
"Kyushu..."
Indra murmured the title.
His voice was filled with indescribable emotions.
His eyes darted about beneath the golden mask.
He suddenly chuckled softly.
"They've been hiding for too long; it's time to go check them out."
"I wonder how much of the old Kyushu still retains its former appearance?"
Their figures have vanished into the clouds.
The floor beneath my feet is now made of white jade tiles from the Freedom Realm.
"Greetings, Sect Master!"
Luo Xian and the Ice Emperor led the crowd in paying their respects.
His eyes were filled with undisguised astonishment.
"The changes that have occurred throughout the Nine Provinces are surely already known to all."
Indra turned his back to the crowd, his robes fluttering.
"To immediately penetrate the entire land."
"I must know the movements of every inch of this land."
"I will obey the decree!"
Everyone responded in unison.
Indra nodded in satisfaction.
The figure faded away like mist.
.........
Inside the deep, secluded cave.
Xiao Sanxiao suddenly crushed the tortoise shell in his hand.
"The will of Heaven has manifested, and the nine provinces are united..."
"Could this be a harbinger of an immeasurable calamity?"
His wrinkled face twitched slightly.
The cloudy pupils trembled violently.
He suddenly realized—
It is far beyond the power of one person to stop!
"We must come out of seclusion!"
Withered hands slammed against the broken stone table.
"Gathering heroes from all over the world."
Let us unite to overcome this calamity!
"The appearance of the Nine Provinces Battle Power Ranking must be a sign that destiny is guiding me!"
A resolute glint flashed in Xiao Sanxiao's eyes, and his figure vanished from the spot.
.........
Inside the dilapidated temple, a man with a scarred face looked up at the sky and sighed, "The heavens have changed drastically; indeed, fate is fickle."
The monkeys beside him continued to jump and play, completely unaware of the changes around them.
.........
Inside the Imperial Sword Manor, Yin Zhong stroked the scar on his chest and let out a sinister laugh: "Long Teng, with the emergence of the blessed land, the Tong clan's doom is imminent!"
His venomous gaze was like a knife, as if he wished he could tear his enemy to pieces.
.........
In the main hall of Qinglong Manor, Sun Xiaohong gracefully bowed: "Xiaohong greets the Great Dragon Head."
The admiration in the eyes of the person sitting in the main seat was even greater than before.
Ximen Yu sipped his fragrant tea, his voice cold: "Order the search for blessed lands and grottoes; kill anyone who obstructs."
Sun Xiaohong was taken aback, then bowed and said, "Your subordinate obeys."
As he turned around, he couldn't help but mutter, "I thought they called me here specifically... What a blockhead!"
The moment she stepped out the door.
Li Canghai's figure in blue suddenly came into view.
The other person glanced at her with a half-smile, brushed past her as his clothes fluttered, and stepped straight into the hall.
"A breakthrough?"
Ximen Yu lightly tapped the teacup with his fingertips, his gaze sweeping over the lingering ripples of true energy around her.
Li Canghai nodded, then suddenly narrowed his eyes mischievously: "That girl just now..."
"Sun Xiaohong, the granddaughter of the Heavenly Mystery Elder."
Before Ximen Yu could finish speaking, she saw her eyes sparkle: "The charm of our great hero Ximen is truly..."
The laughter was laced with sweet banter, yet it showed no sign of annoyance, instead exuding a mysterious joy.
"Are you very free?"
Ximen Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, and the teacup spun in his palm, forming a half-moon shape.
"Indeed." Li Canghai suddenly leaned in three inches, his eyelashes fluttering like butterflies, "That's why I've come to say goodbye—"
Before the last note had even finished, the person had already gracefully retreated to the side of the corridor pillar.
He gazed at the intertwined branches embroidered on her cuffs, and the gilded light of the Heavenly Path Golden List flashed through his mind.
"Guess."
The crimson hem of her skirt swirled in a free and unrestrained arc, and when the lingering sound faded away, only the swaying bronze wind chimes remained under the eaves.
Ximen Yu looked at the empty corridor and suddenly chuckled softly.
The tea reflected his head shaking, while a fleeting silhouette flashed past the window—clearly heading towards...
The latest coordinates of the Kyushu Hundred Flowers Ranking.