84 Spirits and Deities (16)

Bell longed desperately for such a wondrous thing so close at hand. She immediately moved forward to pluck it, but the instant she stepped ahead, the front half of her body suffered severe frostbite. This was already with Mu Ziyun intervening in time.

“I know, we were just walking together, but suddenly, for some reason, he ran off in that direction,” Zhou Wutian said, casually pointing outside.

Without any hindrance, Liu Dingtian relied on the invisibility of his purple robe and slipped easily into the mine, unnoticed by the two cultivators guarding the entrance.

Everyone’s consciousness was separated and returned to their own bodies, yet the man’s figure did not dissipate. His awareness remained distinct and lucid, his strength unmistakable.

Qin Ming took his invitation out of the drawer, dazed, and before he knew it, he had already dialed Cheng Xin’s number.

After the director spoke, no one said anything more to Qin Ming. They just gave him looks that seemed to wish him luck, then began packing up to rest.

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded gentle and melodious, with a faint note of fragility.

Then… Ilona was cast back home. She didn’t even know what had happened before she found herself back in her house.

However, as her true energy waned, the black mist surged back, eroding much of the red light—what now?

Meanwhile, Fang Tianmu returned to the Realm of Immortality with Zhou Xiqin and Deng Manzhou. He tried to go back to the Realm of Aging but failed, so he told them they would have to wait in the Realm of Immortality for some time.

But Lin Wei remained calm. This amount of memory flow was nothing to him now.

Nagamoto, along with White Wolf and White Spirit, arrived at the Herb King Tree. This king of medicinal trees was immense, its roots sprawling through the entire Valley of Herbs. Were all these herbs nurtured by this single king tree? Nagamoto wondered.

This style, when confronted with these circumstances, truly shines only when it is needed to do something well—such as venturing into that ancient ruin for a real investigation.

Fireworks, salutes, and a rain of candy petals lasted a full ten minutes. When the last two exquisitely wrapped candies fell, the fireworks and salutes ceased.

Lazily opening her eyes and glancing back, she spotted a slender, elegant silhouette by the clump of purple bamboo at the garden’s entrance.

But when he turned around, he paused again, his gaze settling on the black mask. Like a shadow under sunlight, it seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. What could it be made of?

His eyes drifted to her chest, and he would always sigh with regret: "A pity this work of art is not yet mature."

Heh, searching high and low only to find it without effort—Yan Xiaoxiao was very satisfied, oblivious to Xu Yi’s expression of relief.

Norrenxiu paid no heed to Lin Wei, continuing to speak to himself.

Back then, he too had his doubts about Nagamoto’s true abilities, for there were few in the imperial capital capable of such feats.

Yin Yi glanced oddly at the chattering interviewees, not understanding what her interview failure had to do with a lack of virtue.

“No,” Ning Dayuan also refused. “I want to travel with the mascot.” He nodded at the battered coffin.

Suddenly, faint crackling sounds came from the sky. Seven figures stood silently above, so still that even the demon beasts below failed to notice.

Just as Nangong Chun was sighing, an oddly dressed figure leaned against a wall on the street ahead, exuding an unfathomable air.

He was accustomed to Kong Xuan, the Living Buddha, who always found something good to say about even the most notorious characters.

At that moment, Chu Li’s face was full of embarrassment. He had meant to show off, but nerves got the better of him and he fired his gun mid-sentence—with wildly inaccurate results.

Xu Lingzhu looked herself up and down, only now noticing a hole in her shoe that hadn’t been there before.

But Wen Xiaowei, recalling her earlier plan, didn’t mind; the two of them were headed to the haunted house for fun.

“Don’t you find Yin Su a real show-off?” Xu Guangxi took a sip of sour plum soup. “None of us have ever seen a real general, yet he comes in with every medal and epaulet, strutting about and intimidating us who had no idea what was going on.”

At that time, Hua Tianlai had only Miss He as his family. She confirmed that the sores on his face were real, and since no one observed any clear change in his behavior, the matter gradually faded from everyone’s minds.

Ren Wuyou sighed again, saying, “It’s the middle of the night, the three of us sitting by the river waiting for a water demon—doesn’t that deserve a sigh?”

Liu Yueqin trembled violently, her lips drained of color. She shivered for a long time, unable to find words.

Looking around, she saw that, apart from the City Lord Ximen and the third lady, none of the three Ximen sons were present.

Ling Xin’an’s chaotic thoughts cleared at the elder Xiao’s shout. The others thought he had been overwhelmed by stray thoughts during his void-breaking cultivation—what cultivators call a deviation in practice—but in fact, Ling Xin’an was thinking of something else entirely.

I was still preoccupied with Master Liu’s matter, so I wanted to quickly resolve Long Xiaoxiao’s problem.

If he remembered correctly, Ming Luo had previously shown no intention of getting involved with the Mystic Society.

In his letters, Zhao Quan omitted Ming Jiaojiao’s name, referring to her only as ‘she.’ Yet Ming Luo understood and substituted Ming Jiaojiao’s name directly.

I looked at him in surprise—could we have shared the same dream again? This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

Igula, however, was lost in thought. He wondered if Ronald’s transformation was intentional, orchestrated by Langna to further their escape plan. After all, Ronald’s current sunny, positive demeanor was far more helpful to their cause, and he had already offered useful suggestions as soon as he arrived.