Chapter Eighty-Eight: Li Mida's Heart of the Martial Path

Ma Wu studied Wu Ling closely. After confirming that she was merely dim-witted and not truly allied with Wu Di, some of the anger from the ambush had already drained away. He shook his head at her and looked at her as though she were a fool. After a long while, he finally said, “You really are hopeless.” Wu Ling, hearing that, turned crimson with fury. She drew herself up, her ample figure trembling beneath the loose martial robe, and snapped angrily, ...

“Look, look at that! He’s coming this way. No, wait, he’s coming toward me. Could it be that he likes me and is coming over to ask for my number?”

Come to think of it, at least so far Shen Bo had not taken out his anger on anyone, nor gone off the rails. In his present condition, even if he did lose control, it might not end well for him. At the very least, he had not caused trouble. Sigh, people who can refrain from making trouble are becoming rarer by the day.

This place was not entirely unclean either. Some of the establishments were quite famous. The one Lord Mi had chosen, for instance, was a place he had heard praised more than once: its dishes were said to be unrivaled, and its tea renowned far and wide.

In Li Zhiqi’s room, Li Zhiqi had heard that Madam Ke had gone looking for his mother. Though she was his grandmother in name, he felt no real affection for her. When he pushed open the door, he saw Li Nuo sitting on the windowsill, and could not help finding it odd that Li Nuo liked to sit there.

For a moment she softened, and because she missed Liang Sijia a little, she had decided to come and see Mrs. Ye. She had been terribly wrong.

When she had saved someone back then, she had not thought anything of it, and she would never use that lifesaving favor now to force anyone into repayment. When she learned that Yong He’s special treatment of her in the past had been mixed with a sense of gratitude, she had felt a deep unease in her heart.

She turned back toward Wenren Junqian’s direction. He stood there, nodding at her, signaling for her to go on.

“They’re both safe and sound. Do you not know what sort of background my Bai family has? With them in the Bai household, what could possibly happen?” Bai Lanjing said with her hands on her hips, letting out a cold snort, her pride impossible to conceal.

A look of contempt flashed through Sol’s eyes as he said, “The human-demon race is the lowest of all the demon clans. It is said to be the offspring left behind by demons and humans in ages past. Their power is meager, and by nature they are inferior to the rest of the demon races.”

But when he saw the sect master and the other elders’ expressions change dramatically, he immediately realized who the disciple’s “he” was. At a time like this, the only man who could leave the disciples so terrified was Xiao Shanhe.

Lin Feng looked at the figure on the floor above and sighed again, suddenly wanting to give himself a few hard slaps—three on the left, five on the right.

I had no choice. I used the Evil King’s True Eye to ignite the ground around me, forming a gigantic ring of fire that would not go out. That was already my limit. Even the strength I had just recovered had been exhausted.

The people of the God of War Alliance who were in morning training saw the scene and all drew in a sharp breath, because in their eyes, only a god could have done such a thing.

“The matter just now was something you all allowed by default, wasn’t it? Fine, I won’t make an issue of it. Since you already have confidence in yourselves, I’m going to rest.” Black Panther said irritably, then headed back to his room.

By the time Zhou Ping projected himself once more onto Giant Elephant Continent, one of the planes on the far side of the First Otherworld, a thousand years had already passed since the Magic Net devoured the divine flame.

When he pushed open the door and stepped into the living room, Aunt Mei, who had been chatting and laughing with Qin Qingqiu, immediately changed color. Her face went dark as though she were Judge Bao himself. The speed of her expression change was certainly no less impressive than that of any master performer; it would truly be a pity if she had not taken up the traditional art of face-changing.

The jade bottle had not been filled for long before the entire thing shattered into fragments, then crumbled straight into dust, leaving nothing behind. The blood that had been poured into it earlier flowed back into the blood pool once more.

He wanted to see exactly what that enormous thing really was, because the answer would determine whether their plan could be carried out smoothly.

An Zimo also came over to greet her. She had met Silia a few times before, though they were not particularly close.