Chapter 114: Parting

At this point, Chang Yuchun could no longer contain the fire burning in his heart. He jumped up, pushed open the window, and leapt inside.

Ting Yu was also nearby, trying to persuade her. Seeing that Mo Ju was still waiting, Lan Caiwei stopped nagging and changed out of her clothes. Yun Niang, worried she might catch a chill, had her put on a cloak before letting her out.

Her voice was soft and beautiful, completely at odds with her rugged appearance. It was like a gentle mountain spring, light and graceful to the point of enchantment. I found myself captivated as I listened.

Wen Yuqing paused momentarily. Regarding his own son, he showed no reaction, no attachment—he was no different from a stranger. Yet physiologically, he was still his son, and his death was indeed closely linked to him.

The soldiers under Da Dao Ao heard someone in Chang Yuchun’s ranks cheering for him and joined in acclaiming their commander.

In that instant, she was prepared to face death. She thought of many people, including her brother Xu Da. Gazing into the distance, a lone wild goose cried mournfully as it flew far away, to a place unknown.

“Ye Ye, it’s not really like that, is it?” I looked at her earnestly and spoke.

After all, Chu Yuntian was a master at the Qi Dan level. Those who came here were at best at the Ning Lei level, so the gap was immense. It wasn’t that they were caught off guard; even if warned in advance, they couldn’t stop them.

Rolling my eyes, I sighed silently and then gloomily sent a team invitation to Chunxiao. He stared at me expressionlessly for a long moment, and finally, during my equally impassive wait, he accepted. Then, other names, heads, and statuses appeared on my team panel.

Under Tolkien’s leadership, the Outsiders gained partial control over the Skeleton Society, ensuring a balance between the two major powers.

Honestly, this time it was really tough on that old Purple Cloud fellow. Just now, when the Chaotic Fire Phoenix swept past Murong Feng’s carefree movements, it nearly scared this ancient man, who hadn’t lost control for tens of thousands of years, out of his wits.

“Who the hell did you call a freak?” a bodyguard snapped, eyes wide with anger.

What was even better was that some actually believed it! Could there be anything more satisfying? Although Liu Xiaomang was right to say that the Celestial Empire’s cultivation sects had countless masters and led the world, that didn’t mean other places were powerless. The universe was vast, and stronger forces surely existed elsewhere.

Meng Shiyu gave a self-mocking smile. Lately, she’d been in a bad mood. Her father was forcing her to marry, but she hadn’t yet found the one in her heart—how could she surrender easily?

At that moment, the man turned around. Mo Wanli clearly saw a topographic map on the table. When his gaze shifted toward her, she quickly averted her eyes.

Those who had been eager to fight the Dragon Gang to the death were now mostly silent. They were still smart enough to sit there, and opposing these seasoned elders was clearly unwise.

Lin Ye was in a sorry state, while Gu Ling’er laughed heartily, her mirth so great she nearly doubled over with joy. Lin Ye’s face was bitter—there was no telling how miserable he felt.

The leader who had called on the phone was equally puzzled, but the attack on the venue was true. He repeatedly begged Xiao Ya to dispatch reinforcements.

Chi Dao let out a miserable cry and collapsed to the ground, writhing on the spot, his vacant eyes staring at the sudden black shadow beside him.

But Tang Shi had no intention of clashing with the Bu family. She sat quietly in thought. Prince Kang suddenly recalled what Brother Haoyuan had said: “You should know why Prince Kang sent you back. Do you think he’s idle with nothing better to do?”

“Whew, whew,” as soon as Long Yue got home, he just lay down on the floor. Today, Long Yue had been outrageously bold. He was unaccustomed to it and nearly got exposed. Fortunately, Long Yu was finally in hand.

Seven days had passed since entering the secret realm, meaning in three days the barrier would forcefully expel them all.

He had been to the Ganlu Hall before and knew what kind of place it was, so now he was puzzled. Could it be that his father, the emperor, faced some problem he couldn’t solve without this prodigy’s help?

Qin Jing made a silent decision deep in his heart. He even paused his own cultivation. Zheng Qiuyin had once said that to ascend to the first level of the transcendent realm, one needed to accumulate deep reserves and then unleash them. The higher the talent, the deeper the buildup, making the path ahead broader.

Powerful strides sped across the track on the sports field, far beyond the level of an ordinary high school student.

The Immortal Wuji never returned. At first, Yue Jia still hoped Master Fang would come back, but later rumors spread that over four hundred sorcerers had been trapped, killed, and buried alive. Their spirits completely shattered.

“Yes! The countdown—I saw it too, then was forcibly ejected,” Li Haiyang and Wang Keke said in unison.

Should she tell her grandmother, the Yin Granny? But she feared that if she did, Yin Granny wouldn’t let her play in the back mountain anymore. Yet not saying anything felt suspicious, as if it might bring her harm.

Xuanyuan Han’s cold eyes watched the beggar woman outside the shed, who kept scratching her head. He neither nodded nor shook his head, or perhaps he hadn’t heard at all.