Chapter 64: Siblings Reunited

The Jade Mountain Academy, after a month of construction, had transformed from a single thatched hut into twenty bright rooms built with blue bricks and tiles. Even before approaching, one could hear the sound of students reading aloud, echoing from within.

When Wang Lie arrived at the academy's gate, he noticed two stones placed on either side of the entrance. On them were inscribed several phrases: "Establish the heart for Heaven and Earth, establish the destiny for the people, continue the lost teachings of the sages, and open the peace for all generations—..."

Ma Bowen hurriedly signaled to the Angel of Food, and Tang Xie pressed his hands down gently, indicating for everyone to quiet down.

"Wow, amazing, amazing, every one of them made it in," Ling Linglong couldn't help but cheer as she watched.

Never in a million years would anyone have guessed that Chen Zheng's request would be this; as I stood in astonishment, my heart trembled a few times, ending in nothing but a bitter ache.

Accompanied by a wretched howl, Qi Hao's cultivation, once his pride, irrevocably bid him farewell.

"Take these two with you, recall my father-in-law and mother-in-law, we are returning immediately," Yu Jiuchong answered in a low voice, a trace of tremor hidden within his tone.

Just as Hou Yi was lost in doubt, the situation changed again: two streams of ghostly energy, as if in silent accord, suddenly circled around the perimeter of the thunderous sword's electric aura and swiftly darted toward the door.

As soon as these ripples appeared, Bai Ye could sense them—within was a power at least on the level of the Thought Realm, surging outward in grand waves, spreading in all directions.

Ru Jiu, heavy with sleep, heard someone call his name in a dream, and unconsciously responded, "Mm."

"What? Do you feel as though you've met before?" Seeing Ye Lingxiao point at Du Jiaojiao and ask, Yan Dong slowly spoke.

"What? You're going to test me now? Forget it!" Qin Xiaobai's eyes showed disdain, his tone utterly dismissive.

He slammed his fist onto the ground; besides anger, Leng Xiaohan felt a certain absurdity. In fact, compared to the absurdity, his anger was barely worth mentioning.

The young man carried a shoulder pole with two large baskets, swaying as he walked, as if fearful of missing some crucial event.

Feeling as though he had just awoken from a dream, Ye Lu sighed and slowly opened his eyes, only to find a strange man sitting before him.

Wu Yongfei possessed little combat strength, but his destructive capability was undeniable. He could transform into anyone and remain undetected, making his capture several levels more difficult. Had Wu Yongfei realized he was being pursued by someone extraordinary this time, perhaps he would have remained elusive.

Yan Dong pondered this and realized it made sense. These days, people valued chastity highly; if such a thing were truly done, it would certainly lead to disgrace in the future.

Of course, this was personally requested by He Jinyin, and the company’s boss was based in the capital. It belonged to a family under the Hidden Nation, and they hadn’t charged He Jinyin anything. In fact, they were quite pleased to do it.

When Bi Qing walked to face Yan Dong, she knelt on the ground. At first, Yan Dong thought Bi Qing had something urgent to discuss, but seeing her kneel, he no longer assumed so.

Although Yin Wuchen was not injured, when outsiders arrived, Gu Yuan used a mysterious technique to first break Yin Wuchen’s Bone-Cutting Hand, then destroyed his protective talisman, and in an instant pushed him back, gaining the upper hand.

In fact, after the 197th French piece was played, the peaceful prayer beads underwent a dramatic change. Under intense Buddhist light, a faint thread of dark magical energy emerged. The beads, once soft jade, turned deep in color. The Buddhist power dispersed, releasing pure magical energy in rolling waves.

The God of Murder did not follow Number Thirteen’s steps. The Oathkeeper pointed toward Number Thirteen, as if in provocation. Number Thirteen, both furious and anxious, found his helmet knocked askew, impairing his vision. He grasped both sides and tore at the steel helmet with all his strength.