Chapter 37: In the End, He Just Couldn't Let Her Go

Lin Xihe tried to summon the demonic power within her, but the instant she formed the thought, she realized that her body was utterly empty. Her inner core was gone, and she could not sense the slightest trace of demonic power.

Lin Xihe laughed silently again, mocking her own stupidity—an astonishing, unbearable stupidity. She had actually let him deceive her for so long, foolishly believing that Yu Tingye had a place for her in his heart. How utterly ridiculous!

Yu Tingye stood outside the cage, his face betraying no emotion. “On the road to the Netherworld, you won’t be lo—”

Shuyue lived in another urban village, where the surroundings were even worse than the place Shiqi had lived before. Every building was a low, dilapidated, filthy bungalow. The landlords never cared whether their tenants lived comfortably. People chose this place for one reason only: to save money.

Before the direct line, their status as collateral descendants not only failed to give them any advantage; instead, it left them suppressed at every turn.

A sound resembling the roar of a dragon rang out, its might shaking the nine heavens. Even the daylight sky seemed to darken beneath it, becoming thick with black clouds.

Three thousand miles of tangled longing, tears staining the kerchief; autumn chill and wordless yearning. Along the tumultuous roads of the martial world, the sword of love travels ten thousand miles.

Deep within the mountains, trees grew lush and dense, streams murmured, green grass and crimson flowers flourished, and birds sang while beasts rejoiced. Thick mist spread across the mountains, faintly revealing a mountain village hidden in the wilderness beneath sheer cliffs. Along the mountain path, tall weeds had been trampled flat, the footprints scattered and disorderly, as though someone had passed that way.

With one dazzling step, he crossed more than a hundred meters in an instant. Raising his hand, he pointed toward the heavens. Leaving aside the inexplicable power contained in that single finger, even the step he had taken moments before was something the people from those top-tier factions understood all too well.

He suddenly felt something strange, a faint unease rising from the depths of his heart. He hoped it was merely an ordinary room.

Gao Fei grew agitated. He tightened his grip, driving the dagger bit by bit into Old Wang’s flesh and bone until the latter screamed in agony.

Ji Hui’s meaning was perfectly clear: she was telling them that she had not done this, and that, for the sake of the greater interests of both nations, they had better investigate the matter thoroughly.

Lin Zhiyi wiped out every demonic beast without leaving a single one alive, but his spiritual power was also exhausted, leaving him unable to continue participating in the competition.

“I’m sorry. Ning Xiang has been terribly tired these past few days and isn’t feeling very well. Could you give me the milk tea?” Just as the staff member was about to leave, a hand suddenly reached out and took the drink from her.

Everyone contributed a word or two, and the atmosphere at the table had already grown lively. Amid the din, it was difficult to make out what anyone was saying; most of it was merely playful banter. Song Bing said little, keeping her head lowered as she concentrated on eating bamboo shoots. One had to admit, the shoots had been pickled and sun-dried exceptionally well.

This time, the emperor dismissed everyone around him, including the hidden guards who had been protecting him in secret.

Song Bing had actually been unconscious for three days. When she was first carried back, she had been burning with fever. Now that she had suddenly awakened, it was only natural that she felt ravenous.

This proved that the other party possessed an excellent awareness of counter-surveillance and had promptly destroyed all traces of their own coordinates. They even had a certain degree of expertise in hacking. Clearly, the other party had come fully prepared.

After sending the message, he erased the records, logged out of the account, and shut down the computer. Yet at the very instant the lid closed, another notification suddenly appeared on the screen.

Hearing Soul Eater’s warning, Lin Yi was startled. But almost immediately, a thoughtful look crossed his face. If he himself could detect the anomaly in Mount Shiliang, then Bu Liangzi had probably noticed it long ago as well.

At that moment, Soul Eater also informed him that the man possessed the strength of a fifth-level Heavenly Soul. Lin Yi was somewhat surprised, but he felt no fear whatsoever.

The senior sister of the Emei Sect could only laugh helplessly. At their level of cultivation, an outstanding appearance was naturally an embellishment, but being somewhat plain was hardly a problem. Besides, the youth was merely ordinary-looking and thoroughly inconspicuous. It seemed excessive to apologize for that.

Beerus ground his teeth and spat out two words: “Xuantian—the Demon-Blood Crimson-Sky Elder. A ninth-level Chaos Adept, he would hold a slight edge even in a one-on-one battle against any throne-holder on the Strange Continent.”