Chapter 39: Behave Yourself, Behave Yourself

Yi Lanshu wanted to lift Lin Xihe, but Lin Xihe refused, saying, "I can walk by myself." Upon returning to the dormitory, Yi Lanshu asked Mo Yan to apologize to Lin Xihe. Mo Yan, always proud and arrogant, found it difficult to utter those words. Seeing Yi Wang’s increasingly stern expression, she hurriedly said, “Miss Lin, how about you give me a beating to vent your anger?”

Bai Yuanyu nodded slightly, then closed his eyes. The Palace Law Enforcer, witnessing this, said no more and immediately left. However, after consulting with Chu Zifeng, they abandoned the idea. Though sorcerers appeared magnificent, their magic often came at great personal cost, typically harming themselves.

The Sea Python Clan was the guardian beast of the Realm of Light. They possessed an ancestral treasure—a token that not only strengthened the shield’s seal but, when nurtured within the body, greatly extended the guardian beast’s lifespan.

There stood a monk and a Taoist. The monk was plump-faced, holding a vine staff, with earlobes reaching his shoulders, laughing heartily—a true embodiment of Buddha’s tranquility. The Taoist was slender, with hair and beard flowing to his chest, eyes radiant with spirit; one hand formed a seal, the other bore a sword, exuding ethereal grace.

Ye Yang explained to Sun Qitian the pros and cons of going to war, revealing the crisis facing the Northern Sealing Realm—only by striking at the root and risking everything could they seize a glimmer of hope. He gave him one month to decide.

Now, sensing that even the Sea God Taisis had perished, the God King Uranus remained astonishingly calm.

By contrast, Daoyan and Shen Fei’ang resembled frightened quails, afraid to make the slightest unnecessary move, listening attentively as if awaiting instruction.

At this moment, Mu Feng was very afraid, but he resolved to enter the greenhouse to find Ying. He could no longer care about anything else; Ying was his best friend, and no matter the danger ahead, he could not abandon him.

“That’s wonderful. You all continue gathering herbs as before. Don’t alert them or arouse suspicion,” Qian Yan said brightly, suppressing his excitement. After speaking, he hurried out the back door of the inn.

After recognizing someone, Chen Feng slowed down a few steps, hoping to converse with the person he had taken a liking to, hoping to glean information unknown to him.

In such a backward place as Beisha, a few 21st-century American techniques were more than enough.

In the end, it was merely a mode of transport. Though it offered Tang Zhen some convenience, many limitations remained.

Zeng Yifan nodded humbly, smiling at him, then rose and left Interrogation Room No. 1.

“But General, if we do not seek aid, how can we resist the Khitan forces?” Upon hearing Zhao Jiu’s words, the soldier hesitated but could not help asking.

“I dare not presume to guess your thoughts, Marshal, but I come to bid farewell. At this moment, our army must fight; unless reinforcements arrive from Xiangjing, we must not retreat even a step,” Song Yanjie said with unyielding resolve, looking at Dashi Badulu.

Yet, gazing up at the solemn palace, with guards stationed at every few steps, there was still a sense of restraint and nervousness.

Thankfully, he had immediately thrown the Yin-Yang Flower and Reincarnation Flower into the Confucian scriptures after seizing them; otherwise, there might be nothing left of Huihui now.