Chapter 33

Moreover, since Daoyuan’s injuries had not yet healed, venturing recklessly into such a perilous place could very well be a one-way journey.

After a short while, Beiming Chen opened his eyes and, seeing that the person opposite him was no longer there, guessed she had gone to cleanse herself.

Daoyuan could hear the concern in his voice, and a sudden wave of gratitude stirred within her. She offered a few words of thanks, then rose and left.

Light filled the space, and the sudden brightness was somewhat dazzling. Instinctively, Gu Chaoyan closed her eyes before reopening them.

Amidst a loud shout, black mist swirled around the short dagger, which lunged forward at the three figures. The two elders of Xuanyuan followed closely behind, their long swords flashing like radiant lightning as they struck fiercely.

She gazed at the young man before her, his face lit with a fresh, sunny smile, and inexplicably felt drawn to his captivating aura.

The events that unfolded today in the streets were known to the Gu family, who believed the rumors spread by those people that she had provoked others.

When the mixture thickened slightly, add another spoonful of sugar and continue whipping for about fifteen minutes, until it becomes creamy and clings to the chopsticks without dripping. This is crucial—continuous whipping for fifteen minutes is no trivial matter and can be quite taxing.

As Jiang Jiuyue ran along, she heard Jiang Haoyu’s anxious voice and looked down to find a hole by a nearby tree.

She squinted and smiled, “You’re welcome, this is my duty after all. Well then, I must take my leave. Goodbye.” With that, she leapt onto the back of the white dove and settled herself.

Tang Zhong’s carriage was parked farther away; the parking spots near the main entrance were already full when he arrived, leaving no choice but to park elsewhere.

Qu Yunmei possessed a Metal affinity root, so Qin Di gifted her some lower-tier Heavenly-grade metallic spirit materials, along with a foundation-building pill enhanced with immortal herb.

Since many present were Spirit Immortals and each ranked higher than Qin Di in cultivation, addressing them as seniors was perfectly appropriate—unless Qin Di chose to reveal his identity as the direct disciple of Master Shi Kuang, then it would be a different matter.

The wicked elder laughed heartily at Lei Zhenzi, who constantly longed to regain his human form. His words revealed this desire, but he had given up hope and no longer pursued it.

Singing was effortless for Ding Yi; even a cappella posed no challenge, and as for transcribing the songs into notation, Wang Lan handled that herself.

In theory, only cultivators at the Harmonization stage or above could ascend the altar. Even Bu Xu Zhenjun standing on it was exceptional, and at the time, this Qin Zhenjun was still only at the Nascent Soul stage—how enviable and astonishing that was.

The speaker was a senior female disciple from Chuhe, a graduate student under Professor Mo Chenghai, though not a practitioner of the cultivation world.

Gesang Cuomu was astonished to hear Duan Zetao speak Tibetan. Just as she was about to ask where he came from, she spotted the snow mastiff and its pup nearby and exclaimed, “Another Chigu!” Her joy was unmistakable.

Earlier, he had thought to quietly assassinate Zhang Lu, a Spirit Immortal of the Lingyun Hall from the original wasteland world. Now, he was glad he hadn’t acted, or else he might have faced a formidable enemy relentlessly hunting him down.

However, now that he was marked by the Heavenly Dao, it was best to keep this trump card for a final moment.

Guanyin nodded gently in return, her smile never fading, making those who saw it believe it was meant for them.

Li Xiao slowly pieced together some information. Perhaps that faction was hunting individuals with supernatural abilities, sensing where someone was awakening powers. Yet these were only conjectures; the truth would wait until he met those so-called bandits.

The two deliberated in the main tent for most of the day. During this time, Xuan Zan led troops out to repel General Song’s assault. Only as dusk neared did Xuan Zan summon his trusted guards, using the pretext of scouting the military situation to leave the camp with Guan Sheng, heading straight toward Liangshan.

He did not ask Lin Yi or Lin Jiu about the outcome of the pursuit against the Mo family’s disciples, for they would inform him instantly.

A young warrior bristled with murderous intent—anyone who stood before him, human or demon, was blasted away without a single one able to withstand his blows.

As the two conversed, they entered the city. Yang Ling was very familiar with the area and needed no guidance to find the palace.

Looking up, they saw a fiery red glow above Lengque Peak, like burning clouds, crimson as flames. Everyone seemed to feel an intense heat.

The Super Realm promised endless life and supreme status, able to command and dominate a region—a tremendous temptation.

Le Jian loudly ordered the guards, who, though expressionless, slowly dispersed, their movements betraying inner confusion.

“No! You are not the divinely favored warriors here to undergo the trial. I detect no divine aura upon you. Humans, leave now. I will forgive your ignorant trespass.” The Lord of Angry Winds’ voice thundered with rolling thunder, full of menace.

“Where is Nagalan Ye’s soul now?” Feng Qing asked after processing the information.

Ji Rufeng watched Bububoo dig fervently, pondering, then shared his thoughts. After discussion, Ji Rufeng and Bububoo acted alone.

As the senior disciple of Daoyuan Immortal Sect, he knew many secrets unknown to others and had witnessed even more.

The judges were forced to feign an intense discussion, uttering trivial words to maintain appearances.

Whether he had mistaken someone or lost his mind, the fact remained that he scared his Qiao Qiao. He understood the logic of punishment and reconciliation.

“I even accused him of being a car thief! Turns out he’s such a noble figure. Am I courting death?” Yuan Ping thought, sweat beading on her forehead.

The Li family received orders from the clinic or pharmacy, prepared the medicines, and either delivered them or awaited pickup.

Master Liu knelt on the ground, his sorrow piercing, tears streaking down instantly, soaking a large area.

Those familiar with Ye Tong would be surprised now, for although she was sometimes strong and domineering, she had never displayed such fierce, pressing energy as at this moment.

He stayed by her bedside for a long time until his patience wore thin and he left to find the city’s best doctor to treat her.

The two divided their attention to observe briefly and soon discovered that their footwork and movements were full of subtlety.

Meanwhile, twenty minutes earlier, Xie Qin and his group heard the roar of an engine gradually fading away.