Chapter 61
"You..." Lady Yuhua felt a lump in her throat as a surge of annoyance welled up within her, and she turned as if to leave immediately.
Whenever Yanlian asked, little Shi would always say that Daddy was very busy. When asked what he was busy with, he could never give a straight answer, only saying that the Eldest Princess was pregnant and that Grand General Mei Yihong had stopped attending court sessions under the pretext of taking care of her. Therefore, all matters in the capital had now been handed over to Beichen Ao, which was why he was so busy.
Beneath the clear blue sky, amidst azure clouds and white blossoms, sat a figure in white with white hair, quietly perusing an ancient, time-worn scroll, motionless as a fossil.
With a few agile leaps, I closed in on the human-headed, scorpion-tailed monster, springing upward to evade its massive claws that were lunging for the Ming-Slaying Sword.
A massive, bloody hole gaped in his chest, from which fresh blood was continuously gushing out. It was abundantly clear that he was dead beyond any doubt.
With a heavy thud, Yi Tianxing lowered the coffin. The bluestone floor instantly cracked and sank by a good half-foot.
Taking advantage of the lingering clarity in his mind, Leo did not dare hesitate for even a second. Shaking his head fiercely, he struggled to push himself up into a sitting position.
Gazing at the treasures scattered all around, Luo Chen was filled with uncontainable excitement, while also discovering numerous exotic flowers and rare herbs.
Despite the way Yun Xiao treated him, Leo still could not bring himself to defect to the imperial family. Setting aside the fact that he was already well-equipped with cultivation methods, spiritual techniques, and martial arts, simply out of gratitude for Ye Fan’s immense kindness, Leo would never choose to join the royal court.
Logically speaking, he should now be impervious to water and fire. The reason sweat beaded on his forehead was simply because he was too far away from Liu Mang's location.
"You are no better. Forcibly executing such a secret art will only lead to a dead end for you as well." Both of them had suffered the onslaught of the subterranean cavern's malevolent Qi, and neither had gained the upper hand.
"It is nothing more than an empty title devoid of real substance," Meng Changsheng said with a faint smile, paying little heed to the moniker of the Marquis in White.
"Naturally, I am here for you." The smile on Qiu Xiong's face gradually warped; the spring-breeze-like warmth that had originally hung upon it dissolved into aloof indifference.
Before Shao Dubai could finish his words, Dongfang Huo abruptly halted his steps, his senses instantly on high alert. A freezing wave of murderous intent pressed in from all directions.
"Very well. Since you possess this sense of responsibility, I shall trust you." With those words, Feng Zhu leaped out the window, leaving Xu Di to instinctively sleeve his hands and wipe the cold sweat from his brow.
Qi Xuanjing could already feel the impending collapse of his Nine Turns of the netherworld, as well as the violent trembling of the starry dantian within his body. Only that single strand of Red Lotus Karmic Fire remained completely unaffected.
With his current sixth-tier Imperial Realm cultivation, every time he tore open a spatial passage, he could span a distance of five galaxies. Naturally, the higher his cultivation, the further he could tear open the void, and the greater the distance he could traverse.
When the temperature returned to normal, the celestial spirit stone he tossed out flew right to the edge of the leaves without encountering any obstruction, soaring straight past the boundary of the foliage.
Ye Ning returned her sword to its scabbard, covered the memorial tablet with a red cloth once more, stepped over the chilling corpses, and departed in silence.
The three sects of the righteous path—Buddhism, Taoism, and the Heavenly Heart Sanctuary—had always maintained exceptionally close ties, acting as close allies in many matters. Since Meng Changsheng had incurred the enmity of the Heavenly Heart Sanctuary yesterday, he naturally had to take his identity as Fahai into consideration. Fahai saw through this instantly, chanted a Buddhist phrase, and said calmly,
In his early years when he had first arrived at the Mao Shan Sect, he was truly terrified by the zombies roaming all over the mountains... He had even witnessed zombies beating up Taoist priests and had once stepped in righteously to intervene out of a sense of indignation, only to realize later that he was simply meddling in affairs that were none of his business. In their Mao Shan Sect, that was referred to as a way of fostering mutual affection.
Xia Churan did not possess Man Ling's temper, yet she was far more talkative. She was like a morning glory, her upturned mouth babbling endlessly.
"If we proceed to unfold the specific implications based on your level-calculation deduction methodology, we might just end up wasting our efforts all over again for the next period of time," Mary said, reserving her judgment regarding Shen Qi's novel approach.
"Uncle Ah Shi, no need to worry, I will keep an eye out," Axi said, equally curious about the opposite bank. Their own White River was manageable, featuring a section with stronger currents and numerous rocks where one could wade across, but very few people—even among the bird tribe—ever crossed that vast river.
"You only ever know how to help him." Watching the two of them leave with her own eyes—while Jelly offered little struggle—Curry instantly whipped around, pouting as she glared at the Blue Cat. The sudden movement brushed against her chest, causing her to wince in pain and furrow her brow.
Hongwu entered to report that outside, the firewood, utensils, seasonings, and ingredients for the barbecue had all been prepared, asking whether they should light the fire now.
Tianye knew in her heart that no matter how fond Tianmi was of the children, she had never actually held one—truly, not even once in over four months.
After hearing Aunt Zhao recount Liu Yiniang's current state, Ye Xingran felt no surprise upon seeing the aged and withered old woman before her, nor did she pay any mind to the venomous resentment flashing in Liu Yiniang's eyes.
Hearing the head captain Tian declare that they would be returning today, the rest of the group raised no objections; they were all people who had endured hardship, and such minor fatigue was nothing to them.
"I'm fine. Did you see what or who they were chasing?" Gu Xiaoxiao could now only spot the pursuers, while the pursued had already vanished from view.