Chapter 67: Changing Names

Quietly approaching a cottage, she saw several guards standing watch at the door. Hearing the voice of a lewd man coming from inside, Zhong Qing stealthily hid in the shadows to observe.

Originally, Shang Mengqi had been quite hesitant, but after Sun Wei's detailed explanation, her hesitation turned into anticipation.

"Bang!" Under this single palm strike, the two cultivators were struck as if by lightning. Their bodies shuddered violently, and they were sent flying backward together. By the time they smashed the giant boulders beneath their feet into dust, Xiao Rang's figure had already soared past their heads and completely vanished.

Abnormal events always harbor hidden evils. Behind such bizarre actions, a subtle sense of dread began to rise in Fazi's heart—a feeling akin to being targeted by a ferocious beast in the dark, waiting for the exact moment to pounce and deliver a fatal bite.

The altar of the Divine Emperor Clan was not piled with countless bones as he had imagined. In this regard, it was both similar and different to the Dragon Tomb; there was not even a single corpse to be found.

The complexions of Li Zhongtian and Li Cailian instantly turned deathly pale. Demon Kings never roamed the edges of the Myriad Demon Valley, so why did they happen to run into one this time? Swallowing hard involuntarily, Li Zhongtian and Li Cailian slowly moved closer to each other.

The winding and profound water city contained numerous secret chambers, but most of them were completely empty! After wandering around aimlessly for half an hour, he finally discovered a "Ninth-Grade Spirit-Tier Martial Art" and hundreds of crystals of primal energy in one of the chambers.

Without stopping for a moment, he suddenly flashed toward another astral palace. Hengxi, the Golden Balance Astral Palace, had already been battered all over by Reili's numerous clones. After all, the strength of the clones was inferior to the original body; otherwise, Hengxi would surely have been reduced to mincemeat by now.

Qian Cang'er's process of mocking Heizi was merely the tip of the iceberg. To those who failed to understand, all they could see was mockery.

He had once been rebellious, once been arrogant... Therefore, regarding Qiu Jingchen, Qiu Shaoze adopted a completely hands-off attitude. With Yao Ming around to hold up the sky if it fell, what was there to fear?

Few people had seen Liu Feiyang, but quite a few had seen this withered yet formidable figure. More than eighty percent of them knew, upon seeing him arrive in person, that today's spectacle would stir up monstrous waves. The shouting voices from a moment ago grew lower and lower until the place fell into absolute, pin-drop silence.

Lin Jue frowned and said nothing. In truth, he did not wish for the atmosphere to be so awkward; he had come driven by a sense of tender pity. Yet at this moment, he had no idea what to say. After all, up until now, Guo Caiwei had not taken the initiative to find him and answer the question he had posed that night.

With that, Gecko's expression abruptly transformed into one of extreme panic and horror. His sideways-slanting pupils, resting against the ground, rolled frantically up and down as if he were desperately recalling the brutal atrocities the demon had once inflicted upon him.

"Cooperation? Hahaha, you and Us?" Yelu Zongyuan laughed. He had to admit that this Gyrfalcon must have spent too much time as a lawless bandit of the greenwood, for his words were vastly arrogant.

Amidst the freezing cold and biting frost, the beggar was originally clad in thin, crude rags. Now, being pulled and kicked by the three young masters, his clothes were torn beyond recognition, revealing his emaciated, bone-thin body.

Jinyu: That is a matter of the horizon, far too distant. Let's talk about matters close at hand, and such a person truly exists. A certain family was allocated ten houses from demolition compensation, only to lose eight of them to gambling within a few years.

Yet she alone disliked his overly cautious temperament. A man, after all, ought to be more domineering and proactive.

What surprised Zhong Liansheng was that the thing he worried about never happened. Eventually, without needing any prodding from him, Zhong Wei entirely of his own accord forged his body, tempered his spirit, and strengthened his willpower and character.

Daoniu nodded, took the curved blade handed to her by Li Ang, and held the weapon with both hands to guard Li Ang's surroundings, intending to buy him time to activate the pupil of spiritual energy at a higher intensity.

Only then did Huang Lili realize that this man was no longer as high-spirited as he had been in the morning; he must have been entangled by some troublesome affair.

"I am smiling, but..." Flashes of Chen Yueting's four-character evaluation of An Youran—'arch-fiend causing chaos in the world'—crossed his mind, leaving the personal guard truly wishing he could cry without tears.

After a long while, the person in the room slowly opened their eyes, gazing blankly at the door in a daze. He had no idea who Ye Zhiyuan had been talking to on the balcony just now, and Zhou Xuan could not be bothered to ponder it. When it came to matters concerning Ye Jing, he was truly far too disappointed in Ye Zhiyuan.

"Tch, playing riddles," Zhou Xuan muttered under his breath, not daring to meet Ye Zhiyuan's eyes.

As she spoke, she intentionally parted her pink lips slightly, extending the tip of her tongue just a bit, and gently slid it from one corner of her mouth to the other.

When Chuyi stepped out of the room dressed up like a penguin, alongside Jian Yiyang who was dressed in fresh and crisp attire, Young Master Luan happened to emerge from his own room as well.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, dripping onto Baili Yanxi's hand, sliding down the back of his hand into the quilt, and vanishing without a trace.

"Father and Mother are gone, and even Brother doesn't want Ning'er anymore." Leng Xianning merely hugged him and wept, her delicate fists pounding against his chest blow after blow, completely devoid of force.

The emotions that Emperor Li Yuan of the Great Tang had suppressed for a full month were unleashed at this moment. Li Yuan sat upon the imperial throne, gasping for breath. Throughout the entire Taiji Hall, apart from Li Yuan, not a single person dared to draw a heavy breath, and Li Shimin was no exception.

Thinking of something else, Xue Meng pulled up Xiling Jing's sleeve to examine his wounds. Seeing her care for him, a faint curve formed at the corner of Xiling Jing's mouth.

"Sit down!" Before Jian Lixin could finish speaking, the old matriarch commanded him with a stern and solemn expression.