Chapter 47: Have I Become a Bit Arrogant?

After the last cultivator turned into a dried corpse, Shen Qinghe put away the Illusion Mist Flower, meticulously cleared all traces of the battle, and retraced her path through the tunnel.

A faint tapping sounded from beneath the floorboards, prompting Luo Yan to approach warily.

“It’s me.”

Only after hearing Shen Qinghe’s familiar voice did he breathe a sigh of relief and quickly lift the wooden plank covering the tunnel.

Shen Qinghe leapt out lightly, as the golden rays of sunset streamed through the lattice windows and spilled across the Hundred Herbs Pavilion.

Wiping away Dou Li’s lingering spiritual imprint, Li Yuyun could hardly wait to open his spatial ring.

Within the cave, the snakes sensed the intrusion from outside. All of them writhed and slithered ceaselessly through the cracks in the cliff walls, simultaneously emitting menacing sounds.

Another hour passed before the Adventurers’ Guild hall filled to the brim with adventurers. Only then did the Guildmaster, Lord Berman, finally make his tardy entrance, accompanied by the Abyssal Demon-Tamer, Lord Naomi Braid, the sheriff of Mist Rose Town.

The uncle waved his hand, and the young lord quietly withdrew, while the uncle continued to study the chessboard before him, lost in contemplation.

“The tale of the Demon King and the Hero that must be told”—this was an idea Yile had long harbored. He thought that if he wrote down his story with the hero, blending truth with fantasy, it might prove quite interesting.

Moments later, the oppressive aura radiating from that drop of divine beast’s blood completely dissipated, and Li Yuyun felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

At the outset, the Liu clan, pressured and enticed by the two sects, split into two factions. Some believed that, since the Liu clan resided in Jinzhou, they ought to show greater deference to the Danhui Sect and send troops to aid Lanshan. As long as Lantian Pass held, the Liu clan would remain secure.

He had barely lain down when a soft, jade-like arm slowly encircled his neck, and his back seemed to press against something large and yielding. Yile’s body instantly went rigid. Coach, she’s charging while carrying the ball.

A sudden, thunderous crash rang out as the Body Fusionist slammed into a massive tree, the trunk denting deeply from the impact, leaving him dazed and disoriented. Since the opponent was using Lu Qi as a human shield, the Weapon Fusionist dared not act rashly and instead hurried over to check on the Body Fusionist’s injuries.

“That’s right. The Chishan Sect no longer has a Soul Realm expert to defend it. The remaining disciples and elders are of little consequence,” Li Yuyun said.

By contrast, Yan Luo merely offered a few points without elaborating. She thought that someone as capable as Fei Qing would surely be able to track them down.

Thomas could not stop reminiscing about the revelry of the night before. As a scion of a magical family, he was both noble in status and bound by the decorum his lineage demanded. Coupled with years of magical study, he had attended elegant balls before, but had never experienced an evening where everyone sang, danced, and celebrated together like this.

Now that events had begun, there was no turning back. The protective radiance surrounding her body wavered precariously. Shirley could feel herself, against her will, being drawn toward Connors, who lay on the examination table. If she were sucked inside, she would be forever imprisoned within Connors’ body, condemned to exist as a mere consciousness.

His clothes were in tatters, his chest laid bare, and a ghastly wound was plain to see. Though the bleeding had stopped, the sight of it was still shocking.

Under the curious gazes of the crowd, Fei Qing knelt down and pressed a hand to Luo Xianhe’s wrist.

“Xuanhua Auction House is holding a grand auction today. I’ve heard the featured lot is truly extraordinary. News of it has spread throughout Xuanhua County, and people from other cities have rushed here,” explained Nalan Ruyu.

When Chu Yang awoke, he had already returned. He’d changed into a new costume; the azure brocade robe had become a moon-white casual robe, suggesting a scene change was imminent.

After entering the house, Wang Guoxing continued to call out. He held his pistol in one hand, flashlight in the other, supporting the gun as he crept slowly through the dark living room. By the beam of the flashlight, he saw the room at the far end of the hall and, step by step, made his way toward it.