Chapter 39: The Library of Scriptures
In less than half a month, Shen Qinghe once again arrived at the Steward Hall, startling Hall Master Kong. Jokingly, Hall Master Kong asked, “Junior Sister Shen, don’t tell me you’ve already finished cultivating the Moonlight Herb?”
Shen Qinghe did not reply, but simply unfastened her storage pouch from her waist. As spiritual light flickered, ten translucent white jade boxes appeared in a neat row atop the sandalwood counter.
Hall Master Kong’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he cautiously lifted the lid of the nearest jade box.
“Li’er is suffering from temporary amnesia, but she’ll recover,” Mo Yu Jingchen said, naturally wrapping his arm around her waist as he approached.
It would make anyone feel nauseated to see someone laughing so happily beside their companion’s corpse.
Lin Taiping, Hong Nianzi, and Wang Dong could no longer move; among those still able, only he and Yan Qi remained, yet there was still much to be done.
“Young Master, the physician said you mustn’t exert your hand. Let Jinglan help you instead,” at the dining table, Jinglan said to Ji Zili.
“I’ll do as they wish. Don’t worry, if they dare harm your grandfather, I’ll see to it that the Parliament of Meixin Isle vanishes from Tu Chen Star,” Du Qianjie replied coldly.
The people here were, after all, ordinary mortals—flesh and blood. If all were like me, all ghosts, there’d be nothing to fear.
“I despise those who, having good days before them, insist on stirring up trouble for no reason!” Du Qianjie’s eyes narrowed, black light flashing and vanishing instantly, and in that moment, not a soul remained beside him.
“Sister Yun, are you alright?” she asked anxiously, darting before Chu Yunlian. Seeing no reaction, her worry deepened.
“Very well, let’s leave this place,” Li Shuhong agreed readily, since Ye Feng had spoken.
Before dawn the next day, Hua Chanyi awoke. After rising, she first pulled out the sword manual Jingchi had left her and practiced with a tree branch, as she had never neglected her martial training. After working up a sweat, she washed and tidied herself, cooked a simple meal, and prepared to go to the Medical Hall.
As Anthony stepped out of the corridor and into the courtyard, a man wielding an iron rod recognized him—the very same who had been kicked flying by Anthony when he’d come to demand his pay.
When Tina’s combat suit activated, a stunning, flame-haired beauty emerged, clad in a form-fitting, fiery red thermal suit. The suit clung tightly, leaving the four new recruits inside their own combat gear awkward and tense, too embarrassed to step out.
Hua Chanyi took a deep breath, suppressing the faint anger rising within her, yawned, and went to the kitchen. She had made extra hand-pulled noodles the night before, intending to eat them for breakfast.
At six the next morning, while Ye Feng was still fast asleep, Xue Lingyun suddenly arrived at his lounge with two others, announcing their intention to question him.
“What a waste of fine things on the ignorant!” sneered a young man seated to Lin Molong’s right.
Yet that wretched girl said nothing, making it impossible for him to explain the matter of the rice cake.
“Old friend? You mean Li Jiyuan didn’t cultivate his demonic arts on his own, but, like us, was taught by a master?” Xia Li frowned.
Xiang Yang quickly put away the two items, well aware of the age-old wisdom: possessing treasures invites trouble.
He hovered in midair, clad in silver-white armor, his tall form accentuated by long black hair cascading over his shoulders. At his back spread golden wings marked with violet patterns, and in his hand he grasped a silver spear. There was no doubt—he was a heroic young man of remarkable bearing.
“No matter how clever or skilled you become as a demon, what does it matter?” Qin Chuan observed that the avatars in Yu Xi’s divine realm, much like his own ten battle spirits, exerted immense pressure on ethereal entities.
The Gu cultivator pressed with several questions, but Jiya remained silent. This was a familiar state; many around him were just like that.
As the end of their journey drew near, the Red Forest tribe’s caravaners were understandably elated. Once they’d sold their cargo for a good price at the Sacred Splendor Fair, the Red Forest tribe would have no need to worry about finances this year.