Chapter 21: Moving to a New Home

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Luo Che paused as he gazed at the wooden structure to his left, its front entrance partially obscured by trees that had grown as dense as a forest. A sign hung above the door, reading "Forest Pub."

After several days of traveling together, Temari had moved past her initial terror of being captured and had grown accustomed to the temperament of this powerful man; as long as she did not oppose him, he would answer any question she asked.

"It is a pity that Senior Wind did not come. I was hoping to meet the legendary Senior Wind my master spoke of so highly," Shangguan Yan said, sounding somewhat disappointed.

Using wolf pelts as reins strapped around the necks of two goats, he laid down more fur to create a seat and snapped off a bush branch for a whip. With that, this bizarre, wheel-less, shaft-less goat cart set off under Chen Tingzhi's direction.

"I remember now, the big sister's name is Baixue!" Xiao Hongmo nodded obediently, hugging her dirty, patch-covered teddy bear tightly while glancing timidly at Baixue.

After cultivating in the cave for several days, Lu Fei’s injuries began to mend. He escaped the cave to forage for food and water in the deep, ancient forest.

Lin Tao looked around and realized that not a single person was missing. Even Wang Hu had come trotting over eagerly to congratulate Lin Tao and Qin Xue, which left Qin Xue completely stunned.

Zong Xin slowly crouched beside the priest and reached out to check his pulse. His expression, previously calm, grew increasingly grim. Although the bodyguard did not understand Chinese, he was no fool; from Zong Xin’s demeanor, he could tell the illness was severe—perhaps even beyond Zong Xin's capabilities.

A sky-piercing sword aura erupted from the ox cart, instantly dispersing the malevolent miasma that had hovered over Mount Dajiang for ages. The half-human, half-spirit youth opened his eyes, a sharpness identical to the unleashed sword aura flashing in his pupils, and the mochi-like spirit beside him shifted its shape.

Feng Luochen kept his eyes tightly shut, his face twisted in a struggle as he desperately pondered the true nature of the "Sword Heart."

Swallowing a mouthful of Spirit Monkey Wine, he tasted only the metallic tang of blood; the sweet, mellow flavor was gone, and a foul stench overwhelmed his senses. Yet, his depleted health bar instantly refilled, the effect of restored spiritual clarity kicked in, and vitality surged back into his exhausted body.

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Dealing with people like this was not about cruelty; simply breaking ties and severing the relationship was the greatest torment for such a family. What could be more painful than seeing something one desired but could never reach?

Had anyone else dared to address her with the attitude Yu Minglang just had, she would have turned her back and left immediately. But with this soldier-turned-rogue, she could not bring herself to do it.

Not only had the flaws been mended, but modifications had been made to elevate this cultivation technique to the Earth level. Continuing down this path, Dongfang Li could at least increase her chances of breaking through to the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages, and she would face no bottlenecks in her cultivation until she reached the Void Realm.

*Thud!* Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Murong Jian vomited a mouthful of blood and was sent flying by the shockwave.

The Heavenly Net that had tightly bound it began to stretch. A large tear appeared in the rear section, and one of its hind legs finally poked through the mesh.

She always felt that her father’s disappearance was linked to this matter. Although the two events seemed unrelated, they gave her the distinct impression that they were intricately connected.

Watching the unconcealable affection in Empress Changsun’s eyes, Changsheng understood that she truly loved her husband, regardless of his status. It was a pity, though; to love a philandering monarch who possessed three thousand beauties, kept several stunning favorite concubines, and even took his own sister-in-law into his bed, was bound to lead to heartbreak.

In the past, Jiang Feng’s pride had been too fragile, causing him to obsess over trivialities while forgetting that true self-esteem is derived from self-confidence.

With this thought, he poured power into his right arm and struck out with a punch. Of course, Xiao Yi did this intentionally, hoping to lure out the person hiding within.

She guessed that when Sun Xinxin called Yang Yuan, Yang Yuan was likely with Rong Shaochen at the hospital or Tianmu looking for Beibeiqi, and he certainly could not attend to Sun Xinxin. Now that Rong Shaochen had spoken, Yang Yuan had no further worries and could focus entirely on caring for Sun Xinxin.

Wu Su tossed the meat away, and a dog rushed over to swallow it in one gulp. The crowd focused their gaze on the dog. Before long, the animal began to whimper, slowly collapsed to the ground, and after a few final twitches, it lay still.

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Chanjuan could not fathom it. Based on her understanding of her two uncles, Cang Du and Luo Donglai should have instantly killed Lu Qingyang and charged into Blood Slaughter Mountain to rescue her.

Five flashes of black light appeared in Sun Wukong’s hand, revealing five black iron tokens shaped like flickering flames. On the front of the tokens were engraved two characters: "Sumeru." Flipping them over, the five individuals saw the characters: "Heavenly King."

Liu Jianxin, only eight years old, was startled by the sudden turn of events, staring blankly at A-Shui and Liu Qianqiu under the tree, unable to speak.

It was precisely because of these changes that even in the mundane world, many people had now seen the gates to the secret realms with their own eyes.

Thinking of a flying magical artifact, the image of the Heaven-Traveling Boat previously used by Huangfu Qi flashed through Lü Tianming’s mind, a glint of excitement appearing in his eyes.

Yet, the room felt quite warm, lacking the chilling sensation typical of ghosts. Strands of sunlight even filtered through the windows, leaving patches of light scattered across the floor.

Ever since Lin Hao passed away, Yan Lingyun had been plagued by various illnesses, and most of the family’s savings had been spent on her medical care.

Just as Yin Tianxing activated the Soul-Devouring Disc, Zheng Chong’s mind stirred, and three Heaven-Splitting Mantises shot out from his spirit beast bag, rapidly growing in size.