Chapter 81: It Isn’t Right to Always Dine at Someone Else’s Home

After a trip to the mountains, they returned with a full harvest.

Enjoying the scenery while also gathering so many treasures, Li Wanyin felt this outing was truly worthwhile.

By the time they arrived home, it was already past three in the afternoon.

Chen Shian set down his basket and joined Li Wanyin in sorting through the day’s spoils. Besides the pile of so-called “trash” Chen Shian had picked up for making incense, and a heap of medicinal herbs Li Wanyin couldn’t name, the basket was mostly filled with all kinds of wild produce.

In his eyes, his strength was already enough to make him the Grand Elder. Yet no matter how hard he tried, the result was always the same—disappointment.

There was no other solution to this; either take some magical restorative potion or simply close one’s eyes and rest.

The soldiers immediately obeyed, lifting the chests as they passed by. Nan Zhu glanced at them indifferently.

Xue Qian declined the offer. It seemed that, since I had just awakened, he wanted to take me out for a stroll to lift my spirits.

Xiang Youpi raised his brows and smiled, pressing her no further. He brought over a horse and, together, they rode back toward the Xiang residence.

Despite Qinyao still standing nearby, Hua Chun couldn’t resist. Rising on tiptoe, she tugged at the emperor, who wasn’t looking at her, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

The second level of the technique was obviously of a much higher order, and there were far fewer of them compared to the first.

Although we didn’t know the relationship between the officer and the old monk, nor whether the officer could best him, if we could wait for Xue Qian and Second Sister, perhaps we could plead with the officer to take us to see the Lord of the Underworld. That was, at least, a sliver of hope.

“The Sky Calamity Finger—it’s indeed that old man’s unique skill,” the Ye family’s patriarch, with his keen eye, recognized it before Ye Fan had even finished displaying it.

Without her horse, Gu Rong continued on foot. As the sun set and darkness fell, she had no choice but to find a place to rest for the night.

“Poison injection,” Wang Yue explained with a smile. “In ancient times, an extremely fine, hollow plant would be used to pierce certain parts of a criminal’s body, and a trace of mercury would be injected. Once the mercury merged with the flesh, it would stimulate the nerves, causing excruciating pain and ultimately destroying the nervous system.”

The guard lifted the curtain, inspecting them carefully to ensure they carried no weapons and were unaccompanied, before allowing passage.

The Eastern family had not perished; instead, a powerful immortal had been drawn to reside with them, filling both families with terror. Should the truth of past events be exposed, they would undoubtedly face utter ruin.

“Nielsen”—it was actually him. When had he turned his own subordinates into human puppets?

Whispers drifted to Xie Yi’s ears, and unsure how to react, he could only turn and return to the main hall.

Sensing Dongfang Ling’s icy gaze, Dongfang Yu shuddered in fear and quickly changed his tone.

He Zishan’s back ached terribly, yet he gritted his teeth, saying nothing, and gently put his arm around the young woman’s shoulders, gazing into her unfocused, bewildered eyes.

Wei Yan showed no restraint, entering the room directly. His eyes immediately fell on the stacks of silver neatly arranged on the table, and his heart leapt with joy. Without another word, he strode over.

Everyone knew the Martial Emperor’s current state: cold-blooded, merciless, and bloodthirsty. Tens of thousands had already died because of him—there was no way he would spare them now.

Tian Xiao was helpless, trembling with rage. “As long as I’m here, don’t even think of stepping foot in the Half-Day Hall!” he shouted, storming off in fury.

Since it was winter, Li Yuanyi wore a padded jacket. Unlike before, she wasn’t bare beneath; she still had a thin summer blouse underneath.

Though he had never met the Nine Peaks’ master, even the nine lesser sects under it were formidable.

Earlier, Longwei had been nearby. With his mind thrown into chaos by Longwei’s suppression, he hadn’t taken time to investigate carefully.