Chapter 63: The Report

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In the gloomy forest, the Spring Commander stroked the poisonous vine coiled around his arm and chuckled softly, "A Golden Sacred Chest? Heh... I happen to be missing a blade. But for a matter like this, I shouldn't step into the fray myself. Let me see, who should I choose..."

With a light flick of his fingertip, he—

Meanwhile, Zhao Huaxing grabbed another wild wolf in a reverse hold and slammed it directly against the iron bars, over and over again.

After finishing, Huang Qianfeng looked toward a black-robed elder standing to the side. Their eyes met in mid-air, and although neither of them opened their mouths, everyone present knew they were communicating via a secret voice transmission technique.

Yet he had just learned a secret from the Sect Master: the significance of a destroyed stronghold was extraordinary.

Li Changming likewise understood the Qingfeng Sword Immortal. Possessing memories of his past life, he knew what path the Qingfeng Sword Immortal sought; anyone who steadfastly pursued their own Dao was worthy of Li Changming's respect.

Zhu Qiao'er wept, "Mother, it was Qiao'er's inability to speak well that doomed you." Hong Yixiu could only sigh, daring not utter a single word.

The beam of light shot toward the building without a sound or the slightest resistance, slicing through it as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.

Divine Doctor Miao thought to himself, Let's see how you plan to save him? From the perspective of Western medicine, the man is already dead, so how can he possibly be saved?

When he opened his eyes once more, his gaze shifted from bewilderment to determination, from confusion to absolute clarity. It was as if he were beholding an entirely new world, a world brimming with infinite possibilities.

Shen Xinran only then nodded. It seemed she still wasn't ruthless enough; look at Senior Sister Yi, who specialized in shafting her own master.

"Very well, thank you. Go ahead and tell me, how exactly did I swindle you?" Xianxiazi asked with a straight face.

"Please do not worry, these are all pollution-free, purebred white doves, and I guarantee their safety! We come in peace." With that, the Puppeteer walked to the back of the vehicle, bent over, and opened the door.

If it weren't for the fact that she could not personally visit the Yufu Palace, she truly wished to witness with her own eyes the expression on Noble Consort Xi's face upon hearing this news.

"Very well, let's do as you say." Xie Lanyin's spirit was galvanized; she had no desire to let Mother suffer such a grievance. "It's just that A-Sheng and A-Teng are both away—" Xie Lanyin fretted slightly. Ordinarily, she would have her grandsons handle such tasks, as her two grandsons were quite capable.

Wang Junjiang said in a deep voice, "I've crossed swords with Goguryeo before and know their tactics. I'll go test the waters. If it truly is Goguryeo—" For once, Wang Junjiang was at a complete loss. If it genuinely was Goguryeo, what should he do?

Fresh blood from his forehead mixed with turbid tears of old age, staining the floor tiles as it silently recounted the sorrow of a declining clan's patriarch. Everything seemed as though it was about to end just like this.

"Tignymay, send Ouya along as well! Someone needs to look after Wuji the Swift! Without anyone keeping an eye on him, I truly worry that some alchemy elder might just decide to carve him up directly!" At the final moment, Herb Master Huangfu suddenly uttered those words.

"Rest assured, they're all lively!" The maidservants and matrons chirped merrily, harvesting mulberry leaves as if on an outing, chatting and laughing in a bustling commotion.

"You, how could you..." Qin Jueyang widened his eyes fiercely, extending a hand in sheer disbelief toward Qin Tian'ao, who sat serenely upon the dragon throne. A look of unadulterated terror flooded straight into Qin Tian'ao's field of vision.

I broke free from the blazing fire, fabricated an excuse about going to the latrine, and slipped away. My stomach was wracked with spasms of pain; clutching my abdomen, I evaded the others and prepared to head back.

Nanny Xiang wore a contemplative expression, her thoughts drifting to recent events, to Noble Consort Xi, and to the words she had spoken to Nanny Huang some time ago.

By the time a certain fool—whose intelligence and emotional quotient dropped completely to zero in front of his beloved wife—finally figured it out, his heart had melted into a pool of spring water.

Only then did Feiyi collect his thoughts, offering a warm smile to the crowd. After taking a brief respite to recover, he led the entire group away.