116. An Immortal Bestows a Blessing 14

Sikou Ting, arriving shortly after, saw the scene and, without a word, pulled Mu Qinqin behind him.

While it was a great boon that Mo Yan's father had reached the Great Monarch Realm, the fact that he had gone insane upon doing so was a truly thorny issue.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place; in other words, crowded areas are often the best spots for concealment.

At a distance on both sides were the execution grounds, featuring long, octagonal open pavilions built of black wood, draped in black gauze curtains that fluttered in the wind.

"You know what time it is, so get out of bed already!" Wen Wan tossed the clothes directly at Xia Xianglin.

Upon returning to the bedroom, Wu Xiuli saw the portrait of Wan Bingtian’s first wife placed on the cabinet.

In the center of the pavilion hung a massive yellow-skinned lantern, casting a dim light that illuminated the profile of a handsome man sitting below.

Qi Meng understood her father’s desire to marry her off quickly, but did he have to be so crude about it?

One must realize that this war zone was no ordinary one; it was a theater for cultivators of the Master Realm and the Origin Realm. A cultivator of the Beginning Realm wouldn't even qualify to be cannon fodder here.

"I have someone I love, and I just found out that she has always loved me back." Mo Yongheng knelt on the ground, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

As for Lu Wanqing, her sleep was actually a form of cultivation, which was why she was always the most sleep-inclined among them. Her siblings were well aware of this quirk, so it came as no surprise to them.

At this moment, the expressions of the surrounding crowd were filled with anxiety and rage. They had tortured the man all night, yet they hadn't extracted a single piece of information from him; it was a profound humiliation.

Qin Que had already sent all the photographic evidence from the USB drive Xiao Zhuo submitted to Grand Governor Xiao Ke in the Imperial Capital, and was now awaiting their decision on how to adjust the deployment.

"No wonder the five great academies of the Sword Dynasty are so famous; such a selection process is indeed rigorous," Ye Guchen muttered to himself.

Lu Qinghan also believed that Ye Guchen’s current grave injuries were the result of his own arrogance—having dared to strike while still unhealed, only to end up in such a sorry state.

But she did not know that the reason Lei Ming had confessed his feelings to her just now was merely to provide a reasonable excuse for having shielded her from the bullet.

Huang Ye waved her delicate hand, and a cloud of red mist obscured Chu You’s vision, enveloping her figure.

In an instant, Xu Shoucheng gauged the disparity between himself and his opponent. A peripheral glance at the location of the grandfather and granddaughter gave him a plan.

Just then, several figures drifted down from the sky. Their powerful aura made everyone’s hearts tighten, and Ye Mo felt goosebumps rise in sheer terror.

Although Lu Haoxuan was kind-hearted and soft-tempered, he truly disliked the way his cousin looked at him, as if he were a simpleton.

"What are you looking at?" The person in the shadows observed Zi Yu calmly. Seeing her eyes darting around as if searching for something, a cold sneer curled his lips.

Tao Jing instinctively shone her flashlight toward the area, but I immediately blocked the beam, signaling her with my eyes not to investigate further and to remain silent.

"Yes, if not, how else could we have beaten them? What’s wrong? Is there a problem?" Li Yi couldn't fathom why Chen Ming would ask him that.

"Can't you speak properly? Spouting filth and garbage from your mouth?" Seeing Ye Liuli being bullied, Yelu Jing flared up as well.

"Any leads?" He cast an inquisitive gaze toward Jingyi. She shook her head, her expression grave.

As for Ji Shen, although surprised, he was not so desperate for Ye Hanxi’s company that he couldn't do without her, so he offered a few words of praise and granted her request.

Xiao Ziqian wore a faint smile, his broad palm stroking Bai Muxue’s dark hair, moving from top to bottom with gentle warmth.

"Tell me, have you two seen enough? If you have, hurry up and go change your clothes." He immediately switched to a look of utter disdain as he stared at the pair before him.

"I, Li Yi, may not be much, but I am certainly a man of honor. My word is my bond, and I would never deceive you." Li Yi said with great helplessness.

In truth, she remained half-skeptical of Ji Keyin’s words. Perhaps Ji Keyin had chosen to help Duan Chengyu out of gratitude for his care before her death, or perhaps she had been manipulated by him to deceive her.

Zhao Qinghe and the other three stood in the rain, offering warnings at the sight, but they knew it was futile; they could only hope he would recover on his own.

"Teacher Lin, you are a brilliant practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine. I would like to know how you mastered your skills—is there a shortcut to proficiency?" a student asked, raising his hand.

The chill continued to spread recklessly, covering the entire East Lake within a dozen breaths.

In other words, while the massive pressure of the water crushed his bones, he could heal simultaneously, only to be crushed again and again, trapped in an infinite cycle.

Actually, I was just putting on a tough act. If the day ever came where I had to kill A-Long to prove myself, I’d rather die myself.

Just then, the expression on Yi Xiaoyao’s face vanished, replaced by a sense of vigilance.

However, after passing through the ring of light, Yun Shi did not return to the Ji Xiu Pavilion, but instead arrived at a palace that exuded an ancient atmosphere from every corner.

Someone drifted up from the foot of the mountain, appearing silently. Only when he reached the vicinity of Dong Qibin did he softly remind them not to accidentally injure one another—the newcomer was Qi Zixin.

Before the person appeared, Xiao Yifei had heard his voice and immediately recognized him as the Old Hong he had been searching for.