Chapter 61 You Did Very Well

When Song Yin woke up again, her vision was filled with whiteness.
She moved slightly, feeling a dull ache in her leg.
"Awake?" Amy's striking face leaned in, a hint of joy on it.
"Amy? Where is the Third Master? Is he alright?"
Amy said, "Please, Sophia, you should..."

Carefully analyzing and planning for the long term, she realized that certain matters had already been set in stone, and attempting to reverse the current situation was simply impossible. No matter how strong-willed she might be, she could not defy reality. Yet, the greatest fortune amidst this misfortune was that Li Dan was still alive and held the position of Retired Emperor.

Hearing this, Wu Chenfei drew a slight breath and raised his palm, pushing outward through the air. With a soft pop, a surge of spiritual energy struck the poplar tree, and the trunk snapped instantly, crashing to one side. Wu Chenfei looked at his palm in utter disbelief; could his airborne force really shatter such a thick tree?

Another five days passed. Lace’s injuries finally improved somewhat, and the curse on Mu Chen had completely dissipated as well. There was no longer any need to face muddy swamps or endless onslaughts of fierce beasts. When walking along the path, he no longer had to live in constant anxiety that nearby trees might topple or vines might entangle his feet.

"Indeed!" The greeting Taoist’s tone was firm. It was a fact that Wu Chenfei had passed the trial, and he was merely there to serve as a witness.

"You get back here!" Ma Yong wanted to grab Kexin, but it was already too late, as Kexin had already stepped inside the clothing store.

Hearing this, Luo Li shook his head resolutely. He understood the profound meaning behind Mu Yue’s words, but he would not do such a thing, nor did he have the right to do so! As a sun-rank necromancer, he certainly possessed the means to erase a person's memories, making her forget everything that happened today forever, but he could not bring himself to do it.

The masked man glanced back at King Mude, who had just spoken, let out a cold snort, and gestured to his subordinates. The mysterious figures immediately re-formed their ranks, preparing to adopt a one-on-one gauntlet strategy.

The establishment of a successor has always been an indispensable and crucial decision for emperors throughout history. Furthermore, Empress Wu was no longer young, and she understood that selecting an outstanding successor while she was still alive and her mind remained clear and sharp was an urgent priority.

If the Chan and Jie teachings were to merge, yet the Master of Tongtian harbored resentment, how could the Daoist sect ever hope to prosper? For the sake of the future of Taoism, Yuanshi Tianzun had no choice but to bow his head, and releasing Yunxiao was merely the first step.

Zhao Yi’s expression was far from pleasant. Failing to control the situation the moment he arrived was, in the eyes of the Statistics and Investigation Bureau, a total failure.

Moreover, what Ye Fei desired was a flawless and immaculate foundation of the Dao, which required him to thoroughly consolidate his footing within this tenth tier of the Qi Refining Realm.

It seemed like a month had passed in the blink of an eye. Xiang Jinlai now wished he could split time in half; to him, a whole month of the past felt no longer than a single day in the present, leaving him deeply unsettled.

Yet if he agreed, he would become entangled in karmic ties, binding him in an unbreakable web of connection with the Lord of Luotian City from this day forward.

The preliminary selection for the program concluded amidst a bustling din. After dinner, rehearsals resumed, and before they knew it, the time reached past nine o'clock. Each class dismissed, washed up, and returned to their dormitories to rest.

"Ah... young man! You are simply too sharp and exposed! In some matters, it is better to pretend ignorance while knowing the truth!" the man sighed.

Right off the bat, Mayuan used his third divine hand to seize the Daoist Burning Lamp, grabbing him as easily as one would snap a branch. A cruel smile spread across his face as he exerted force, intending to crush Burning Lamp to pieces.

Thinking of this, without another word, she turned around and asked Wei Huan and the others to boil a few bowls of wontons, fetch some steamed buns and dumplings, and take them over there before returning to her own seat to get back to work.

Of the dozens of cultivators who had followed the ruthless young man to this place, the majority had been harvested by Ye Fei earlier, leaving only this dozen or so remaining.