Chapter 40: Snowbound Night, Part 8

“Is he badly injured?” Lu Manman asked urgently, sensing that Ye Heng was about to hang up.

However, magical artifacts are different from immortal swords. Those who can command magical artifacts possess cultivation far superior to those who wield immortal swords. That is why so few disciples in Mount Shu use such artifacts—one seldom even sees a single one.

Ziyu looked at the old man whose mouth was smeared with blood, yet who still grinned like a husky. Silently, Ziyu frowned. Too ugly.

In the depths of the Wild Plains, within a rough wooden hut, firelight blazed skyward and the aroma of roasting food drifted throughout. Mei Ying, bound with strips of cloth in a corner of the room, finally opened her eyes slowly.

“To see a friend off a thousand miles, there must be a parting. Any farther and you’ll leave the boundaries of Luofeng Mountain to the north. Brother Zhang Heng and I cannot step beyond the areas we oversee, so we must take our leave here.” Yang Yun clasped his fists and spoke solemnly.

He did leap into the air, gripping the immortal sword as he sped toward the purple cloud eagle. He angled his sword, meaning that if Mo Yuncheng attacked, the sword energy unleashed by the Devouring Moon Blade would strike at a slant.

“Brothers, let’s give it our all! Just two courtyards left!” Gongye Dongqi’s excited voice carried from afar.

She had never thought the engagement was a big deal, but now that it was dissolved, a weight was lifted from her heart, and she felt at ease.

She wanted to eat a little to sustain herself, but before she could manage more than a few bites, she felt nauseous. She set the food aside and forced herself to resist the urge.

I used to say you were a hero who could take up and set aside anything. Oh, forget it. What’s done is done, the person is gone, and it’s not as if you, Ma, meant any harm.

“In that case, the Xu Group is yours to manage fully. It was your father’s life’s work. I hope you run it well, so he won’t worry about the company even in the afterlife,” Xu Nuo said.

Between us, it felt truly like old friends, but only I knew the budding feelings that quietly grew, turning countless words into a silent sigh.

Though she hadn’t kept in touch with Su Jing over the years, Xu Nuo still thought of her. Hearing Chen Man mention her name, Xu Nuo was deeply moved.

I finished speaking and then turned to Yi Jin. “How much longer? I want to leave; this is so boring.” I yawned.

Night fell, and as the lamps were lit, Sasa, under the influence of her medicine, slept deeply. Wen Wanrong dared not be careless and held the child as she slept. Fortunately, apart from getting up for water, Sasa neither coughed nor made much fuss, and both mother and child slept soundly until dawn.

“Now that you’ve said that, I feel at ease. Tonight, come to my tavern—let it be your farewell banquet,” Chen Feng said heartily, laughing.

Qian Fancheng pushed Hu Tinger aside without hesitation, unleashing several illusion formations at once. At that moment, Qian Fancheng was staking all on holding back the overwhelming sword energy unleashed by Tai Xuzhen!

Lu Baiyi’s sword case, unopened for centuries, released three long swords the instant it was opened. They soared like blades splitting the heavens, their tremendous aura rising into the clouds—an awe-inspiring sight reminiscent of gods descending to earth.

Since her last fright, Qin Xue would sometimes wake up startled, and the doctor had prescribed sedatives to help her sleep deeply.

Ruan Qinliu noticed something wrong. The topological diagrams of the devices on both sides showed four machines in the first row. When challenging Master Axian before, each group cracked the codes much faster than now, and she distinctly noticed Yuan Chengxu’s fingers were moving much slower than usual.

The nurse shrank back, standing several meters away. For some reason, she felt that Professor Xia, usually so amiable, looked especially cold tonight.

Yet Qingtian sensed a force within the gales, carrying the power of undying, sweeping through in a violent surge.

Xia Yuying was pinned to the ground by the rushing police and handcuffed, then taken away in the police car. She offered no resistance, only throwing her head back and laughing wildly at the sky.

Meng Die nodded as if it were only natural. “Blood ties are the hardest to sever. I won’t hide it from you—the higher-ups long ago asked me to find a chance to sever your ties to the mortal world. Your talent is just too extraordinary.”

Savage corpses were rare, but Yin Ning had already seen one two years before in the Yin Bone Mountain. However, that wild savage corpse was nothing compared to the one before him now, which was clearly cultivated with great care by a human cultivator.

This scene, sacred and mysterious, would awe even an ordinary person. Even Qingtian himself was shaken, especially by that mysterious, illusory world—it felt truly real.

Qing Qi was utterly content; never in his long life had anyone massaged his shoulders before. Having a disciple was indeed a wonderful thing.

Han Yichen’s unique voice sounded in her ear, so tender it nearly melted Tang Kexin’s heart.

“Your Majesty, I’ve learned that the Empress Dowager not only has two nephews from her own family, but also a foster father who has always kept a low profile. The Empress Dowager is extremely secretive about this foster father and has never acknowledged him,” Shi Miyuan said, glancing up slightly to gauge Zhao Yun’s expression.

Wang Mazi replied defiantly, “Dexin, if you won’t tell me, and something goes wrong, will you be the one to take the blame?” As he said this, he prepared to step inside. Just as he lifted his foot, several soldiers who had just gone in rushed out like Li Si before them and collapsed to the ground, vomiting.

Qiu Lian’s face flushed red, her hand frozen in midair, unable to move up or down, thoroughly embarrassed.

The bandit hesitated at these words, his grip on the dagger loosening. Glancing at the SWAT officers outside, his nerves tensed up again.

Seeing how weak Old Third was, the Four Dragons insisted on taking him to a big hospital, no matter what. In the end, Old Third refused.

“Cut what? Worry about yourself. Anyone can see you skipped breakfast,” Hongyan scolded her father angrily.

The wide, never-tiring Mother River of Wind and Flame flowed gently ahead, as if playing the melody of life itself. Yadong closed his eyes, feeling the gentle waters wash his soul. Listening to the sound of the current, he felt utterly at peace.