Eighty-Six: Spirits and Deities (18)

A cold, sinister gleam flickered in Zhang Jie’s eyes. Although he had never actually done such things before, he knew enough from stories and whispers—if you haven’t eaten pork, you’ve at least seen pigs run. They’d all heard of various ways to torture, through countless hidden channels.

Since Niuniu had assured them there was no danger, Wang Dawei finally relaxed, turned sideways, and slipped into the crevice.

Hearing Bai Mingwei’s words, the three Grand Elders turned their questioning gazes upon Elder Xin. Elder Xin froze, suddenly realizing that when Fu Yu had sent word, he hadn’t mentioned being in the Dragon Soaring Hall, but claimed he’d report to the sect first before paying a visit. Now his cleverness had backfired.

Gazing at the silent crossbow, tears shimmered once more at the corners of Yun Tian’s eyes. Tang Xi’s smiling face seemed to appear before him again.

A strange sensation descended upon him. He threw his head back and witnessed something beyond belief.

Perhaps the cultivator in the Fusion Stage found Xiao Lingyu’s strength too insignificant to pose any threat—or even be worth his time. After a booming laugh, he simply widened the distance between them.

The auras of the two men were somewhat similar to Sword Immortal Moyu, likely stalwart powers stationed at Flying Immortal City. Yet for some reason, neither of them made a move to seize the object. Their gazes lingered on Frostmourne for only a few seconds before drifting away.

Wind Without Dreams released a blade of sword energy that sliced clean through the vessels around his own wound, forcibly staunching the bleeding.

Hong Cheng broke out in a sweat in an instant, dropping to one knee. The wound on his leg tore open, blood streaming down past his ankle.

A casual glance revealed she wore nothing beneath her nightgown. Under the sheer silk, two delicate buds stood out, plain as day.

Meanwhile, the Six-Flame Dragon Spirit Array he had set up was ninety percent finished, just a final step from completion.

The Heaven-Shattering Fist radiated overwhelming dominance. At the very moment it struck the Flame Tiger, the beast howled in agony, then began to crack apart inch by inch, finally dispersing into nothingness.

Now that everything was clear, Copper Beard was the happiest of all, slapping Copper Hammer on the shoulder in endless praise.

Tang Feng felt a deep sorrow for Lin Fan. Jealousy could truly drive a man to act against his own will. He returned to the residence of the Divine Medicine Palace.

“Your servant begs King Yan to ascend the throne!” Wang Yun, Li Gang, Ye Mengde, and two others followed Pan Lianggui’s lead, kneeling to beseech Zhao Gou to proclaim himself emperor, all for the greater good.

“Very well!” Ling Yun nodded. Silver light unfurled around him, instantly enveloping the crowd.

“I’m not hungry. You go eat first; I’ll come in later,” the captain said to the soldier with a smile.

Though the boss’s health would fully recover, the Ironback Bear was doomed regardless—at worst it would only delay its death, nothing more.

Gong Shishi understood that Lu Xiuyan kept her by his side, separating her from the other ordinary physicians, because he truly regarded her as someone special.

She knew that in times of crisis, he would always appear; he would never allow her to feel alone again.

Just as the dagger was about to touch Ye Chen, he reached out with two fingers and caught the blade between them, rendering it immobile.

Li Qiang’s gaze swept openly over Zhou Jialing, his intentions perfectly clear.

The vast future of the Jian family would inevitably fall to Jian Chenchu. Jian Shi would never let him starve.

Lan Mei was still unsatisfied, biting him wildly wherever she pleased, heedless if her teeth hurt him.

“This is your company; why would I wander around?” Liang Jing blinked, a little confused.

Who would have thought that the usually reserved cousin could not withstand loneliness either, and actually took the initiative to pursue a man?

Later, when Maritian Tatu came to the country in search of “Zhou Qinghai,” she discovered that Zhou Qinghai was actually Xiao Qinghai, whose wife already had a child.

Ye Chen nodded and went to settle accounts with Han Li—only to find that Han Li had long since vanished in fear.

Imperial Physician Wu did not rush into acupuncture. Instead, he examined Chengxin’s eyelids, checked his tongue, felt his pulse, and only then began the procedure.

Feng Xiyue nodded as well. The two watched as the sealed red light gradually faded, returning to its usual state, though the surrounding spiritual energy was now clearly stronger than before.

Tang Doudou, the mischievous child, almost let something slip, but fortunately she was not too foolish and corrected herself in time.

Reno’s arm was tingling with numbness. After channeling a powerful healing spell into himself, he looked at the other with astonishment.

Fu Jiu’s heart was as clear as a mirror, immaculate and pure. A mysterious aura quietly gathered around him; radiant points of light flowed, as if he were an immortal lord. Though he did not move, a majestic pressure emanated from him.

“I’ll go first! Nothing excites me more than battling the strong. The Flame Serpent may not be human, but it’s powerful enough. I want to face it alone!” Thunder’s eyes glinted like a hunter’s.

One glance might have been enough, but he went further—digging into his bulbous nose, flicking whatever he found, wiping his fingers on a nearby tree trunk, then scratching about under his robe to ease his itching.

A deafening clash of energies erupted above; below, Peng Fei and the others felt the fierce wind sting their faces and hastened to shield themselves with spiritual power.

“So that’s how it is…” Feng Xiyue murmured. She never imagined this world could be even broader than she’d thought.

One day, sensing his cultivation approach a bottleneck, he reluctantly produced his last reserve of Lightning Tribulation Elixir.

Though Dragon Rider had champion-level strength, his gentle nature meant he did not refuse when the Cat King and the Dog King climbed up to join him.

“Why? Didn’t you tell me to let go of hatred and forgive the one who slaughtered my entire clan? Then let me see—will you forgive me, the one who wiped out yours?” Qiu Heng shouted, his face twisted in a grimace.

They seemed like death’s shadows lurking in the darkness, ever watching—until the moment they killed you.

The figure was shrouded in a black robe, his build and features obscured, but by his voice, he was clearly a man.

And so the two on the warship sat quietly on the deck, each holding a cup of tea cooled by the wind, pondering the courses of their lives.

Meng Luo, seeing this, couldn’t help but take a deep breath, her gaze settling on Feiyu, still unconscious from the anesthesia in her arms.