Chapter 21

At the lower end, Baili Yi, the senior disciple of the Purple Palace, lay prostrate on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the earth, not daring to breathe a sound.

Yu Feng’s sudden movement was immediately noticed by Banning, who had been watching him intently. Although startled by the loud noises around them, Banning’s heart now burned with murderous intent, focusing entirely on Yu Feng. With a flash of his sword, Banning followed closely behind Yu Feng, rushing beyond the hollow.

The other disciples, witnessing this, immediately drew their swords with tense urgency. None still thought Fan Xueyi was foolish at this moment; each gripped their longsword warily, eyes fixed on the ground.

“Qianxia, dance with me, and I will let you feel warmth growing within,” Su Tian gazed at Mo Qianxia with deep affection, his hand still extended toward her.

When Hu Shuntang dragged Kuang Guohua outside, he saw the Judge had already lit a fire in the hall outside the room. Using flammable birch branches tied to Sally’s backpack and broken chairs, the Judge waved his hand over the flames before turning to study the puppet doll.

Amidst Ji Fa’s heartfelt lamentations, his soul torn apart, the heavens darkened, and tears welled, a gentle, warm voice suddenly sounded.

Watching this person practice, Yu Feng couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy, wondering when he might master such skill. Yet, as his master had said, lacking innate talent meant he would have to work hard to achieve mastery.

Even a second-level Red-Eyed Wolf could easily fetch ten gold coins; in a major city, the price might rise by about thirty percent. Ellis hoped to use the money from selling these wolves to bring back to the village, seeking forgiveness.

He Lin was full of surprise, believing that Lin Xiao, a second-level ability user, would be unwilling to play second fiddle and thus appointed him team captain directly, only to be refused.

Wanting to avoid these dull companions, he feigned curiosity and approached the deep well. Others in the garden were also drawn to the well and stove, gathering to watch. Huang Fangyu did not recognize them but smiled politely and nodded.

At the Futu Sect, they were prodigies; wherever they went, all eyes were on them. Now, to be ignored was unbearable.

Ling Xiang suppressed her swirling doubts and bowed before stepping outside the hall, yet the complex emotions within refused to be quelled.

Though they had escaped the Black Corpse Vulture’s pursuit, the danger remained; they were surely still within the territory of a powerful beast. All they could do now was pray it had not noticed them.

Ye Xi was dragged by Lin Xiao by the wrist, descending from the room to the courtyard before stopping.

After lighting the fire and simmering the meal, Jiang Yuanyuan took some greens to wash in the courtyard—vegetables she had picked that morning, now wilted and drooping.

The two often met by chance, and after several encounters, Xiao Yan was gradually moved by Lin Ke’er’s kindness, optimism, and resilience, beginning to care for her.

Seeing that Qin Tian did not mean Han Bao, Qin Xia was startled and tried to stop him, but the next moment what Qin Tian said eased her worries.

Several people got into the car and, in a fit of rage, rammed the sports car with the front of their vehicle. The car shook slightly, and Xia Chun’ai quickly curled up in her seat, holding her head.

In Ningguta, before fainting, Ling Ke carefully considered and realized it was the tower where the most vicious beasts of the demon realm were imprisoned, comparable to the Demon Suppressing Tower.

Empress Yi’an nodded and said, “I am tired…” then turned to rest.

Even though the market value of the main buildings in Sakura Manor had soared dozens of times overnight, the designer had preserved its original charm despite the renovations.

He was a phantom soul born of bloodsucking; in the past, he had grown by feeding on much blood. Now, with the Blood Peony present, perhaps only one like him, also born of bloodsucking, could oppose it. A mortal body would struggle to prevail.

It turned out that he had asked Wanwan to help him find a computer, though Ling Hanzhang had not revealed its purpose, only saying it was very important to them.

Among these people were mostly beast tamers from various sects participating in the Beast Hunting Competition. They had previously met Ling Ke at the Purple Cloud Sect in Eastern Xia and admired both Ling Ke and Mo Yuan, especially seeing Mo Yuan’s doting affection for Ling Ke. No matter how they looked at it, they felt Mo Yuan and Ling Ke were the perfect match.

“Then we’ll trouble Aunt Mei!” After a moment, Wu Mei and Cheng Musen slowly left the hall.

“I think so too, but we have no way; Zeng Xiao is only familiar with the surface market and knows nothing of the underground. Does anyone else here know?” Feng Xiaogang asked.

Wang Chen finished his inspection in just over ten minutes; the children were drying fish or seaweed at their doorsteps. They had nowhere to go; outside was still very dangerous. Looking closely, their faces were pale but no longer showed signs of suffering. It seemed this year’s harvest had helped somewhat.

“Do not go out,” the old Master Lu said calmly, then instructed everyone to use night vision goggles to watch outside. “If they are not people we know, do not respond.”

Looking again at the Queen Mother of the West, brandishing the Heavenly Fierce Blade, her tiger fangs flared outward, bloodstains scattered like red plum blossoms adorning her leopard-spotted skirt. Her disheveled hair had strands of green falling freely as she raised her head and roared fiercely.