Chapter 65: He Missed Her Terribly

Looking at the pitch-black sky outside, the Dowager Lady Ling asked in surprise,
"Who is here?"
"The Heir of Han has come in person."

The two of them woke up early the next morning, but having been "severely drunk" the night before, they prolonged their act by not emerging from their room until the sun was high in the sky. After washing up and stepping outside, brunch was immediately arranged for them.

The Daoist's body flew backward like a falling meteor, while his condensed defensive barrier had already shattered into pieces... Gazing at the bloody mist lingering in the space and the distant exploding mountain, Qin Yu and the other nine wore expressions of utmost solemnity.

According to the ancient texts of the four celestial realms, Immortal Venerables were beings at the absolute peak of the immortal realm. Therefore, the vast majority of cultivators remained somewhat skeptical.

Just as Shopkeeper Yang reached the doorway, he heard Boss Tang call out to him from behind, and he quickly halted his steps.

This streak of white light had completely absorbed the power of Zheng Chen's Azure Light Soul, and now it was hurtling directly toward Zheng Chen, its offensive momentum evidently much fiercer than the previous Azure Light Soul.

"Tsk tsk... Your time of death has come, yet you still dare to threaten me!" I sneered. Now that the torches had arrived, relying on the three of Xuantian, this evil spirit was bound to be eradicated today.

It was that same hellish, ghostly place once more. Today, the swordsman in the long robe was dressed in a suit of purple. He entered the innermost cell of the prison, pushed open the door, spat out a blackened antidote pill from his mouth, picked up a chair, and sat down facing the cell directly.

The Yangzun Sword would surely be able to escape from the clutches of Yang Shouyue and safely return to Ouyang Jian's hands.

Although Shaoli was rather reticent, whether in his actions or his words, he always made people feel so comfortable, warm, and deeply cared for.

Feng Tianliang, who was completely baffled, failed to grasp the underlying meaning of their exchange, yet he dared not ask too many questions.

With a flash of light, the seven-colored radiance on Lin Tian's body suddenly dimmed, appearing as though it were about to be instantly shattered by Shangguan Tu's heavy fist. The next moment, it flared up again with an even more dazzling brilliance.

The entire heaven-defying fate-altering ritual had a cycle of fifteen years. During these fifteen years, everyone would remain frozen in ice, so that when they finally awoke, what they would behold would be a completely brand-new Kingdom of Liansheng.

Inside the teahouse, everyone's expressions changed as a chill gripped their hearts, and the arrogant young scions like Liu平川 (Liu Pingchuan) trembled even more violently.

From Lin Feng's tone just now, Master Lin could already tell that Lin Feng was extremely dissatisfied with the Dragon family's actions this time and had come to bolster his father's momentum.

"Spiritual energy? Clearly without having practiced cultivation, how could spiritual energy appear within my body?" Fu Yan closed his eyes in pleasant surprise and was about to investigate when the itching sensation suddenly vanished. Closing his eyes to carefully perceive it, he found his body completely empty; the sensation of spiritual energy from just moments ago had been nothing more than a fleeting flash in the pan.

"If he could see you looking like this right now, it would certainly break his heart," Lan Ruoshui comforted.

Wu looked carefully at the clan leader before him, whose thoughts were still somewhat naive, and felt a helpless resignation.

His father held a first-rank official post in the Great Han State, guarding the border faithfully for decades with utmost devotion. If he found out that he had joined the Demon God Sect, would he be so enraged as to vomit blood?

One black, one white—the two stood in confrontation over the ruins. The air currents around them grew unstable due to their transformations, constantly spawning spatial rifts that tore the air apart before it healed again.

Even though Suihan looked as ordinary as ordinary could be, everyone knew that anyone who could still remain after such intense combat could never be explained away by mere luck.

Fortunately, everyone was safe and sound; only Lulu had suffered a fright, though her vital signs were stable and there was nothing to worry about.