79 Spirits and Deities (11)

"Duanyu, I really feel bad for putting you through so much trouble!" Xiang Yu said to Song Duanyu, hands gripping the steering wheel, eyes fixed straight ahead. Yet anyone could hear there wasn't a trace of embarrassment in her voice.

Though Sun Fei, Zhao Wu, and the others wore expressions of doubt, my serious tone compelled them—despite their dissatisfaction—to go along.

In that moment, all prejudice and resentment toward Guo Lin, like snow under the sun, melted away.

At that moment, every longing and wound transformed into a blazing fury, threatening to consume him entirely.

Outside the Four Seas Inn stretched the city’s grandest avenue, Great Glory Road. This was the liveliest hour in Yongyao City: throngs of people and endless streams of vehicles bustled by, everyone engaged in busy, fulfilling work.

The two clashed, fists and palms entangled in a fierce struggle. The air rang with shrill screams, roars, curses, and the pounding of unknown objects—a cacophony so chaotic that nothing could be distinguished.

Since He Zuoan’s retreat, no similar incidents had occurred in Luocheng. By now, Guo Lin was utterly certain of the identity of the figure in black robes.

Su Yirong pulled her thoughts back and looked up. The princes were already astride their horses. Unsurprisingly, Leng Yanxi still hadn’t mounted. She cast him a brief glance, and at that moment, he happened to look back at her. Su Yirong started inwardly, quickly averting her gaze.

"You don't need to know that. In any case, it's none of your concern," Lei Wuzi said, glancing again at the tightly shut door.

A smile lingered on his face, yet tears streamed down like a spring. Such contradictory expressions on Xiao Yan’s face pierced the hearts of countless onlookers.

Qiu Mi let out a miserable howl, rolled onto his back, and scrambled up. Intending to leap back in through the window, he jumped, only to smack straight into the glass, his four paws sliding helplessly down the barrier.

Then there were the three years in the Giant Beast Forest, the brief but unforgettable Godslayer Trials, and that battle for vengeance—not to mention the clash with the Mirage Dragon at Shaking Sun Lake, which left little impression on Bai Qi.

In addition, several universities, including our own Magic City University, have temporarily agreed to a management trainee program.

Glancing at the phone on the bedside table to check the time, I got up, dressed, went downstairs to grab a quick bite, and returned to my room. After rushing about for a while, I lay back down for a hasty nap once my stomach had settled.

At that moment, Bai Qi had a stone wolf latched onto his left hand and another clamped onto his leg. Yet another agile stone wolf leapt toward his head, fangs bared.

As Bai Qi and Liu Zi basked in their newfound fame, many others grew restless, brandishing weapons and charging toward Qingming. They wanted to test whether the puppets atop Qingming could withstand their blades, and whether those sword fiends were truly as formidable as they appeared.

But now, Tian Ze had no choice but to give up. After his falling out with Qin Shou, it truly was a bad time to rescue Yan Lingji.

With no clues to be found, keeping the glow sticks was pointless. Might as well use them—if they actually led to a useful discovery, it would be worth it.

Considering that the Silver Dragon King, a being of first-rank divine power, resided here, doing anything rash could easily attract unwanted surveillance.

"No switching, and that's final!" This profitable business of undressing the wedding gown was something Chen An would never let anyone else handle. Such a magnificent wedding gown—if he didn’t study it thoroughly before removing it, that would be a terrible loss.

When his Reincarnation Blade cleaved downward, the entire earth split open. Everything nearby collapsed and shattered under the immense pressure.

He had been holding her captive for some time now, but Wenren Zhao had never harmed her. Meals arrived as usual three times a day; only her cultivation had been sealed.

Li Tianyou didn’t know how to comfort Elder Long, so he silently offered him a drink. Elder Long drained it in one gulp, then burst into hearty laughter. “It’s been years since I’ve had someone to really talk to. I’ve said too much today—let’s not delay. I’ll begin your blood exchange now.”

Without a second thought, she summoned the Arctic Frost Art to lower her body temperature to the utmost, then lunged at Eusia, embracing her burning form and rolling with her across the deck to extinguish the flames.

On another front, amid the fierce magical duel between Triton and the Demon Harp, her body became the vessel for both kinds of melodies. Whenever either power surged or waned, it struck directly at her nerves—a torment beyond words.

All around, masters of the highest order gasped in disbelief, their eyes wide. Standing at the peak of their craft, they understood all too well just how devastating the Azure Dragon’s palm strike truly was.

"I only care about what you promised to teach me," Gui Ji said, unmoving as she stared at Lolita. Though seemingly expressionless, Aer could sense clearly the pain wracking her trembling spirit.

The immortals exchanged glances, none daring to volunteer. It wasn’t just that the environs of Nether Mountain swarmed with vengeful spirits, but Lin Meimian’s entanglement with the Demon Lord was a risk no one wished to court.

As her master fixed his gaze on the phone’s screen, Noah’s expression grew even more anxious. He pressed his lips tightly together, refusing to make a sound.

Xing Fei was dumbfounded. He had no reason to doubt Tianyu’s words; the young man before him was a genuine Fifth Grade Divine Sovereign, with no motive to deceive him.

"No, I don’t need anyone’s care." Parker’s hearing was acute—Chu Yan’s muttered words reached her ears clearly. She dismissed the chameleon’s concern as unnecessary.

Xing Fei had already seen the white flame burning on the black figure’s forehead. It was likely a low-level soul-fire entity. If he had wanted, it would have been easy to stop it, but instead, he let it escape up the mountain to deliver its message to Blacktooth—saving himself the trouble of further explanation.

"I don’t know either. When Brother Chiyang was captured, Yang Lan wanted me to trade the Divine Tablet for him. If he had it all along, why go to such lengths?" Yang Nan frowned, perplexed. If the Human Realm’s Divine Tablet wasn’t in the Hall of Deification, where could it be?