Chapter Ninety-Six: The Well

I could tell that the spirit talisman Ye Kai used wasn’t powerful enough on its own to cause such an effect, but the symbol’s flames were able to ignite the surrounding yin energy. The fire blazing so fiercely below meant that the yin energy on the mountain path had become dense enough for ghosts and monsters to manifest freely.

Before I could fully process this, the spirits that had been crawling in the water were blasted up by the flames and scattered in all directions. A few ghosts too close to the fire were merely grazed by the flames but let out piercing, agonized screams before being burned away into nothingness.

At the same time, a sudden surge of water waves rolled backward from the mountain’s base, several feet high, rushing back toward the mountain path in a counterattack.

On the mountain path, in an instant...

Although they could move side by side, demonstrating a certain level of intelligence and organization, they indiscriminately slaughtered without regard to species. Various poisonous insects and those that secreted sweet nectar were ruthlessly executed.

The sharp shouts and the movements that appeared on some people as if triggered by a switch instantly unlocked all the memories of the countrymen. They immediately recalled what they were supposed to do at this moment and simultaneously shot triumphant sneers toward the opposite side.

Si Liu’s alertness surged, realizing he had forgotten to check if the surroundings were safe. When he snapped his head around, he caught sight of two snow-white legs, black demonic wings, and dice familiar yet no longer his own.

The closer the distance, the thinner the haze blocking his view became, and the three towering mountains grew clearer in his eyes.

Among the three survivors, He Hongmei was slightly better off, likely facing a sentence of over a decade; the other two, at best, would spend the rest of their lives in prison.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m just listening here; it’s quite interesting,” Min Xue waved his hand, signaling them to speak freely.

Min Xue wasn’t just casually bluffing; he knew a film was about to be released domestically.

She knew Yan Rou truly liked Ju Zhi—perhaps even more than she liked Ju Zhi herself—and was afraid of losing him. So, in some matters, she had to lend Yan Rou a hand.

“Li Yuanbao… that name does sound familiar… I think I heard it a few days ago…” Aunt Hua sat on the bed, counting spirit stones gleefully as she muttered to herself.

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Fan Mang caressed the sword he had just acquired. Could it be that he’d only be happy for a little while before losing it? But after upgrading, the weapon’s power would increase, which made him quite envious.

Chen Mulin sipped lightly from a cup, refraining from joining the conversation. Chen Muyang noticed his disappointment and felt a bit sorry for him; he knew Chen Mulin didn’t need to fear offending Gao Ziyu but was cautious about his own gains and losses.

They had been away for so many years; she didn’t know anything. Perhaps problems had long since arisen.

Of course, Li Xin said there was something going on. It wasn’t a big deal—just going to see his mother. But accompanying one’s mother could be quite meaningful. Besides, Li Xin’s mother now needed acupuncture.

Jiang Chengcheng had already awakened, clutching her abdomen in pain, her body trembling slightly, looking as if she couldn’t bear it.

“Hmm?” Mi Jiale made a soft sound, his puzzled eyes shifting between Hu Ao and Alpha.

Zhengyang Gate, commonly known as Qianmen or Front Gate Tower, was the southern main gate of the inner city of the Ming and Qing dynasties’ capital, located at the southern end of Tiananmen Square along the north-south central axis of the old city.

Faced with this situation, Li Jie had no particularly good solution—he couldn’t forcibly require all school-age children to enroll, could he?

That loud bang was caused by the miniature bomb in Li Xin’s hand. After taking it out, he was surprised to find it was timed; hearing the ticking, he didn’t hesitate to dodge out of the subway.

After Chen An’an’s household registration was settled, Xie Zhiyan’s first action was to take her to the civil affairs bureau to get their marriage certificate.

Zhang Zhien was not at all worried about Sun Fuxiang’s men searching the wood shed, maintaining an expression of concern and anxiety.

Along the way, Ye Ke said little. The principle of “do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself” applied. He couldn’t stand his parents’ control, so he had no right to blame Ye Yu.

Those who desperately refused to leave were mostly motivated by money, and Wei Ziqian was ruthless in dealing with them.

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I wiped the fine beads of sweat from my forehead. Indeed, trying to split my focus to absorb power was somewhat forced. The Pu family ring I wore suddenly gleamed brightly, startling me. Could it be that the ring had malfunctioned at this critical moment?

Li Shaoyan looked at her reddened eyes. Though she had washed her face, the exhaustion etched across her face was unmistakable.

But judging from Chu Ling’s expression when facing Ren Feng, things seemed more complicated. Perhaps he wasn’t here just for the position of Martial Alliance Leader; maybe he had something he considered more important.

On the day Ye Yu divorced, she held her child and cried for a long time. She cried, and the child cried; the child understood everything. Later, Ye Yu decided to travel to clear her mind, but Yangyang shook his head. He said he had to attend school and wanted to see his father.

“Rumors? Then what’s the truth?” Mo Qi Liang had never heard of them and inevitably felt unfamiliar.

Even after both hung up, Wen Liangyu and Lin Xiaoxiao lay in bed, their faces still wearing blissful smiles.

“Sister, can you tell me about yourself?” Liang Yi sat on the bed filled with dolls and asked.

Even the notoriously thick-skinned Master Jinhuang Peak couldn’t help but blush. Yet he felt no regret. For the sake of his family and life, no matter what, he had to keep the Flame Sun Peak Master around.

Dinner was simple but truly made by the classmates’ own hands. It had a unique flavor. More than twenty of them gathered around the campfire; the mountain air was chilly at this time.

“Do you want me to repeat it? But I don’t really like it!” I frowned slightly, glancing sideways. Andre clutched his own neck with both hands, legs kicking midair as if still wanting someone to grab his neck. Yet this Grandmaster Ni didn’t even twitch a finger.

Since mortals cannot judge the strength of Qi cultivators, they can only guess based on what they see. When the enemy deployed heavenly weapons or poisons, the generals of the Western Expedition Army—who once seemed invincible—were helpless. Clearly, the opponent was stronger than them.