81 Spirits and Deities (13)

This naturally included the area where the Ninth Elder stood. In other words, even someone as powerful as the Ninth Elder had been sealed by the Stele of “Resentment.”

At this moment, Zhong Jin’s heart was filled with anxiety. Having been Zhong Mushan’s son for so many years, he had some understanding of his father. Now, seeing that his father didn’t seem disheartened by the black smoke, but instead wore a smile, he realized that perhaps there was still hope for a turn in events.

As for Yan’er, something even more blissful had happened—she was finally together with Murong Feng.

When she entered the sitting room, Lady Zhong was already waiting there. She knew that today was the day Jiang Ruyun would return, so she’d instructed the servants to clean the parlor thoroughly and waited to receive this distinguished guest who hadn’t appeared for so many years.

In the northern forest, Araki Sui, after waiting the entire morning without encountering a single enemy, had lost her patience. She was about to return to the Heavenly Tree to rest for a while. Since Rozet and the others had appeared here, it meant that even without targeting Takagi’s team, she would still be able to secure one of the twenty available spots.

“The storage space in the post—I can only open it to put things in, but I don’t know how to retrieve them,” Luo Tian said to Shui Wuchang, shifting the short sword from his right hand to his left.

“What did you say? My second uncle was a master of martial arts and swordsmanship—how could he possibly be dead? Are you lying to us?” Feng Qingyang grabbed Fang Yegé and demanded.

As the sounds of victory and defeat continued to echo from the competition, there were cheers and applause, mingled with sighs and groans. Quietly, the sun continued its slow journey across the sky.

Seeing this, Ye Zhuo said nothing more by way of invitation. He immersed his entire body in the hot spring, letting the waves of heat flow into his body through every pore—an indescribable comfort.

The man in question was the head of the Fang family, Fang Yuan, and Fang Li was his son. Yet the way these two behaved now was less like father and son, and more like that of a master and his subordinate.

“Yes, Immortal Master. Please wait here for a moment; I’ll be right back.” The young man accepted the spirit stones, his face beaming with joy, glanced at them twice, and immediately dashed to a nearby shop.

“If you like, I can treat you like this every day from now on—help you rise and dress in the morning, braid your hair and paint your brows. Would you like that?” Jun Nuo’s lips blossomed into a gentle smile.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, is it?” Faced with the poisoning of Madeira, and looking at the object in her hand, Si Feng truly wanted to smash her head against a piece of tofu and be done with it.

“Tch! What do you mean by that? You know your fire is much fiercer than mine! Back then, I had just gained spiritual awareness—I was still a baby!” Huo Ling, mortified and angry, put her hands on her hips and shouted.

He approached his target, studied the other shadows nearby, and seeing their attention elsewhere, his eyes flashed. Spiritual energy surged in his body, and he performed an arcane technique once passed to him by the Old Monster of the North Sea, one he’d never had the chance to use before.

Earlier, he’d noticed that the weapons used in this world were extremely crude; even the finest among them couldn’t compare to those he could forge at will. Thus, he crafted some weapons for the people of Huanglong Village as a token of gratitude for the divine stone.

Murong Chao? Xiao Lingfeng, who had been about to yawn, was so shocked that his mouth hung open, his hand frozen halfway to his lips. His eyes darted as he recalled the peerless lightness skill the man had just displayed. He dropped his hand, stepped forward, squatted before him, and lifted his chin.

“Please, follow me.” The young man in robes spoke softly and clearly, as if he’d stepped straight out of an ancient scroll. Just looking at him was a delight, and this was a hallmark of the Mingyu Pavilion: their attendants were free from vulgar airs, neither servile nor arrogant, and showed remarkable autonomy.

On the bed behind her, the man curled up and shivering had only one eye left; the other was just a dark hole, and the rest of his face was a mass of raw, exposed flesh, the protruding tissue making his face as terrifying as a vengeful ghost.

The first day passed. Li Han kept waiting for Luo to return, but on the distant mountain, there was no sign of his coming back.

“All right, let’s say so!” Zhou You finally lost patience. “But if you take it out, won’t that prove it?” Saying this, he used half his strength to try to pull Su Ye’s hand from his pocket.

The cow had indeed entered the cave just ahead of Su Ye. The lie was, all things considered, rather plausible. Seeing Su Ye nod, Zhou You finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She frowned, then ran her fingers through her hair and decided to just shave it all off—it would be less trouble, and she wouldn’t have to worry about hair loss or the bother of combing it.

Unbeknownst to her, in a place she couldn’t see, the half-transparent Qi Miao watched her with a gloomy gaze.

“Our main character has finally arrived!” The man in the black shirt exclaimed excitedly when he saw Mu Yunshang.

Qing He walked toward Ji Jiuhuang, but after just a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked down at the chaotic footprints scattered on the ground.

Ever since she’d exhausted her ghostly powers breaking the seal last time, Mu Qinqin considered herself lucky to have survived. She never expected that after she obtained that “thing” from Sikou Ting, her spiritual power would now trickle out like a spring from the energy reservoir of the Phoenix Tail Bell.

She gnashed her teeth in anger, but since the person she faced was Fan Yu, her natural timidity kicked in, and she didn’t dare talk back.

Shi Yi stood there, utterly exposed as Jiang Yunyi examined him. Cultivating essence to the merging stage was no great feat in the Immortal Sect, and before Jiang Yunyi, it was even more insignificant.

A single Star Lord could suppress tens of millions of elephant-class forces—such was a Star Lord. They were truly formidable.

It was T47—the squirrel, that scoundrel robot named Blue Sky—who had unleashed his robot army upon Firefly Star! Ultra-long-range pinpoint deployment was but one of the myriad superpowers T47 possessed.