Chapter 38: Settling on a Place to Stay

The journey to the capital was long and arduous. Given the pace maintained by Yan Chaonian and his party, it would take twenty-five or twenty-six days to arrive. They traversed mountains and rivers, alternating between carriages and large boats, leaving everyone exhausted.

By the final few days, even the energetic little Xun’er could no longer hold up, spending most of his time listless and lethargic.

Jiang Chongyuan, who had been secretly jealous of him, was even more drained, spending most of his time sleeping. It was not until the first ten days of April that the party finally reached the capital, by which time they were utterly worn out.

She dashed away in a flurry, her heart still pounding in her chest. Only after letting out a long sigh of relief did she find it amusing. Why was her heart racing like that?

Once upon a time, her father used to lift her onto his shoulders, laughing as he promised her all the beauty in the world.

After moving their position for the afternoon, Feidian was not only exhausted but also felt that no matter where he hid, the unique aura between him and Yin Sheng would inevitably draw them back together.

Zhang Yu and the others rushed forward, ready to hack Zhang Xin to pieces. Seeing Zhu Di wave his hand with a grim expression, they halted in their tracks, though they dared not lower their blades, fearing Zhang Xin might suddenly lash out.

Seeing that Yuan Yuan could not persuade the stubborn Zhou Wanheng no matter what she said, a helpless smile bloomed on her face as she gently patted Zhou Wanheng’s shoulder.

Miss Qing asked with a cold sneer. She had no intention of bearing a grudge against Situ Man, but Situ Man had vented her anger on her because of Baili Qing, even going so far as to "inform" the Second Madam of the matter just to ruin her reputation. If Miss Qing were to let her off now, she would be doing a great disservice to herself.

Wang Zhangzhu slowly uncurled her clenched fist, her palm slick with sweat. She laughed at herself; even the child could tell that Chu Huandong’s tone was off. It seemed she was not just being hypersensitive or paranoid after all.

"Master, no need to persuade him. This guy is a devout Buddhist and refuses to break his vows. I’ll drink with you!" Luo Qiang laughed. He knew the Ghost Fire Demon’s personality well; once he set his mind on something, he wouldn’t easily change it. Religious faith was even harder to alter—forcing a Buddhist believer to violate their faith was more painful than killing them.

Yet, he had no path of retreat now. That was the nature of power struggles within the imperial family: it was either kill or be killed. What is history? Is history not written by the victors? Whoever won today could rewrite history, writing it however they pleased.

Seeing the two return, the Great Elder repelled his opponent and darted over. His only concern now was whether the seeds of the sect had been sent away. If the hope of the sect had been safely evacuated, then everyone in the Po Tian Sect could fight without restraint or concern.

Qin Qin unleashed a frozen wasteland, and with the interference of Yang Bufan’s barrage of arrows, those within the enemy's circle were slowed down. Although they were delayed, the sheer number of players from the Yi Tong Jiang Shan guild pursuing them caught the group off guard.

"Li Ming, don't show mercy. Their three souls have already been extracted by the World-Extinguishing Demon Dragon. Kill her," the Water of the Ancient Heavenly River said.

"How is it that the Phantom Sword is in your hands?" Yu Feilin found the day’s events truly unbelievable. Not only had she witnessed the Phantom Sword, which had been lost to the Tian Yu Sect for thousands of years, but it was actually in the hands of Zhou Tianlong.

"Good, then it’s settled." Upon hearing my words, Grandfather spoke immediately. He then led me and the others out of this space.

Seeing the several ill-intentioned factions retreat one after another, Yan Feng, who had been on edge, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hoo," he exhaled a breath of stale air. A sharp glint flickered in his eyes as the internal energy within his body began to circulate. With a constant rushing sound like flowing water, the injuries in his body were completely healed.

These people would certainly hinder their plans in the future. Fighting them now was fine, but he realized a major problem: his side lacked reinforcements. It seemed he would need to recruit talented disciples upon his return. His plans would have to change—it would no longer just be about slaughter, but about integrating and absorbing those with potential.