Chapter 43: The Soul Conduit Bottle

Ning Xi stared at the invitation in her hand, momentarily stunned. It was an invitation for her and Jun Han to attend Xue Qinghe’s birthday celebration.

Since it was an invitation from Xue Qinghe, there was no reason not to go.

The next day, Ning Xi and Jun Han arrived at the palace’s grand banquet hall as promised.

Inside, the hall was brilliantly illuminated and lavishly decorated.

The high dome ceiling was inlaid with dazzling jewels that emitted a soft yet radiant glow, resembling a night sky filled with countless stars.

Jun Jingmo, of course, understood this well, but he harbored little fondness for the people of Nanliang.

He burned a special incense blend crafted by the Xun family themselves. Sandalwood, agarwood, dragon’s blood, musk, borneol, and orchid combined in layered fragrances that cleared the mind.

Summary: Though outwardly resembling ordinary zombies, these undead moved with extraordinary speed. Under continuous assault, they would undergo ongoing unstable mutations.

The world admired tales of deep affection, especially for an emperor and empress of such status—stories that would be recounted long after over tea and meals.

In Old Tiger Yun’s eyes, there was nothing but love... no matter what Mi Xianger did, she was the most beautiful to him.

Seeing him hiss in pain while cursing under his breath, the man could not help but give him a pat.

At this point, the only one who could take the blame was Xiang Jie of the Dharma Temple. Without his involvement in this operation, even if one wished to argue, there would be no opportunity.

Luo Tianhuan used his laser sword as a medium, darting continuously around the burrowing worms without letting his body touch the ground. Green blood splattered on the earth as the worms’ wounds multiplied, yet they failed to pinpoint his position and attacked indiscriminately.

That entire night, Liu Ming and the others spoke little, their hearts already restless, silently urging Zhang Tian to leave.

Within the hospital ward, Ye Xiu’s role was that of a physician. To him, no one mattered more than the patient in the room—regardless of the visitors’ identities or social standings, the patient’s well-being was paramount.

“Qin Zhao, don’t just drink; eat some of the dishes too,” Ah Hong said, placing food into Qin Zhao’s bowl.

Li Xingyun gazed at the silent figures, each maintaining a deliberate distance, and felt an unexplainable heaviness in his heart.

Early the next morning, Zhang Tian bade farewell to Ling Yu and left the Ling Mansion to return to Tianyu City. Glancing back at the closed gates of the Ling Mansion, he sighed inwardly. Amid such a bustling metropolis, to find such a sacred place hidden within—the foundation of the human race was indeed extraordinary. He wondered what surprises the Magic Capital might hold.

“What… is this?” Old Huo’s tongue felt stiff as he opened his mouth, his voice faltering.

Although many men earned money for their families, many not only supported their own households but also sent funds to their parents, often planning how to spend it. So if the army offered work, of course, they would take it.

The two entered a villa, cleared out the zombies inside, and Leng Zheyu began consuming star crystals.

“Senior brother, chess is like life. Are you still trapped?” the lecherous man suddenly shouted, startling several people, including Jiang Feng.

“This matter cannot be rushed; it requires careful planning to devise a perfect solution,” Du Hai said with his eyes closed, whether thinking or resting was unclear.

If she hadn’t meddled back then, perhaps Xie Han would have stayed with the Gu family as Gu Shuo’s concubine, allowing her to manipulate things as she wished.

Future historians were all astonished by this, calling it the old power class’s hesitance in the face of the Whirlpool Wisdom Tree’s tyranny.

But the worms lacked such abilities. Under lunar gravity, with air resistance and other influences removed, they simply couldn’t catch up.