Chapter Eighty-Two: Waking Up

Ye Feng’s manner was as if he were inviting Master Hong out of retirement. Seeing Ye Feng act in this way, even Hong Tian and the others were left speechless. Everything had happened so suddenly that even Master Hong was at a loss. “Ye Feng, you’re truly my benefactor! I will do everything in my power to manage the Hong Alliance well!” Witnessing Ye Feng win over such a venerable figure, Hong Tian and the others began to admire him. “Ye Feng…”

Feng Yihan noticed that Zhuo Qingrou seemed unusually emotional—something that had been impossible these past days. Doubtful, she looked at her, wondering if perhaps the long captivity had led to delusions.

A few friends had agreed to go hiking together, but fearing the burden, they didn’t bring much water. Soon enough, they were exhausted and parched.

Then, the Tri-Flame True Fire Formation, carrying with it a surge of fierce flames, came roaring forth. In an instant, the purple-armored deities who came close to the formation were engulfed and incinerated by the intense fire. In a mere moment, those deities turned into scattered purple sparks, dissolving into the air.

“What’s the matter, second-to-last student? Is it that you’re so familiar with this material that you already find my lecture boring?” Miss Kimberly slowly pushed up her glasses.

Chen Xing had been suspended from wires all day, suffering from a fever and refusing to eat. He had only just received an IV and his fever had barely subsided, leaving him weak. If he hadn’t been prepared, he wouldn’t have been able to stop Tian Jiao’s furious rush just now.

Xiahou Ce chased after her, the two of them running farther and farther away, while the anxious guards hurried to catch up, fearful of losing them.

Just as when this reckless fool tried to take on the Left Chancellor, the Right Chancellor had shown no hesitation in exiling him from the empire’s lands.

It was no secret that Xiao Wushu had pledged allegiance to Prince Qin of the Jin Kingdom, and now, with Prince Qin and the Jin Emperor on the verge of open conflict, everyone listening harbored their own secret motives.

Qiu Suxin’s expression was calm, but there was a hint of encouragement in her eyes as she looked at Chen Xing, urging him to voice his thoughts.

This sense of living in the shadows was truly unbearable. Guan Chenji’s expression subtly changed; he clenched his fist in his palm and stared at Gu Meng, waiting for an answer.

Duo looked at Shen Jie’s feigned expression with contempt. As for Xuanyuan Che, he was even more dismissive; stamping his foot, he strode inside, unwilling to watch Shen Jie’s hollow modesty.

Tian Nuanyu gazed at Lan Shengyan, momentarily stunned, for it was the first time she had seen such gentle warmth on Lan Shengyan’s face.

Human cunning, to the Golden Wing, was an indisputable fact. The whispered conversation between the man and the rhinoceros could only mean trouble. Adjusting slightly, a bright streak of fire shot forth once again.

On the northwestern edge of Anning Town stood a lush cypress grove. At its center was the tallest, sturdiest ancient cypress—a tree with nine thick branches, known to the townsfolk as the Nine-Bough Cypress. It was said to be nine hundred years old. Around it, in a ring, were clustered old graves.

There was a dull thud as the two boats collided. The Sea Eagle and his men stormed aboard Lin Yi’s vessel.

She kept glancing at the telephone, hoping it would ring, but it remained as silent as if it had short-circuited.

Logically, there shouldn’t have been so little left, considering how much spiritual energy Chen Xiuyuan had absorbed these days. Yet as he cultivated, his acupoints were also evolving on their own, and each time he absorbed spiritual energy, a large portion was taken up again by those acupoints that had already reached a divine state.

Lin Yi looked at him, believing that his love for Mo Lanxin was true. She recalled the saying, “A man does not shed tears easily, except when his heart is truly broken.” As an emperor, his tears were even more precious than most, so Lin Yi was convinced that he truly, deeply loved Mo Lanxin.