Chapter Thirty-Nine: Smiling at the Spring Breeze
Several months later.
The morning light by the Qingxi River was especially gentle, golden rays spilling over a towering contraption three fathoms high, illuminating its wooden frame and curved blades.
That faint sense of concern was still fleeting and uncertain—sometimes more pronounced depending on the situation, sometimes less, utterly unreliable.
Suddenly, several beams of light flashed by. Yuan Tianmu, Wei Li, and Lu Xiangyang stumbled out from a spatial rift in a rather sorry state; the latter’s legs nearly gave out beneath him, and he almost collapsed to the ground. Judging by their cold and severe expressions, they had not encountered any formidable demons.
Seeing his agreement, Wang Mazi did not hesitate further and began pulling tools out from his burlap sack, one by one.
Rong Wanxi also noticed that Xing’er’s eyes indeed bore a strong resemblance to Prince Chen’s, while his full lips took after Bo Xinlan.
Since both of them were idle and Shuangshuang and Huanghuang were by their side, the two didn’t bother descending the mountain that night, instead choosing to stay and spend the night atop it.
News of Zhao Yi’s return to the capital had already spread throughout the court and beyond by last night. The ministers were divided: some believed Zhao Yi should be executed, while others thought he deserved a reward.
Watching Liu Qirui and Zhang Xiao leave, I couldn’t help but feel that the matter was far from simple. I kept thinking Liu Qirui must have whispered something into Chairman Zhang’s ear. Yet I didn’t pay it much mind, for I now had the chance to spend time alone with Yanyue—a rare opportunity for me.
By all rights, finding coffins in a tomb was nothing unusual, but the oddity lay in that these stone coffins lacked outer sarcophagi, and all their lids had been opened. What lay within was still unknown.
The soft sensation, the taut contours—at this moment, to him, everything was an irresistible invitation.
Only now did Wang Du see Hua Xingcan’s face clearly: a countenance brimming with rage, contempt, and disdain.
“Hurry and pick those fruits and eat them! That way, the big one won’t be able to track us by scent,” the ginseng child shouted anxiously.
Something from nothing—searching the air for spiritual energy, then seeking out the fire attribute within it. With forceful compression, the fire energy was gathered, and in the process of separation, friction inevitably arose.
This fellow’s composure was terrifying. Having escaped from the Immortal-Slaying Array, how could he possibly let Su Chi entangle him again?
Most of the courtiers found Li Youzi’s suggestion quite acceptable. The Southern Seas had lost many ships and lives recently, with the destruction even spreading to the mainland. Wasn’t the Wu clan of Wuchang annihilated by invaders from the sea? The facts spoke for themselves.
Yao Xingchen was beside himself with excitement. Lord Longchuan seemed to treat him quite differently from others—there was no comparison.
“Heh, the Illusion Emperor—the Cat Demon Emperor from Yao Prefecture, is it? Since he has a way to defeat Granny Nine-Dragons, I’m willing to venture inside!” Lou Baiyu smiled faintly, made no objection to Wang Kai’s suggestion, and instantly transformed into a streak of light, merging with the Tower of Heaven.
Below, the combat devolved into a showcase for the wood-disciples. It began with bare-knuckle brawling, but soon a dazzling variety of techniques emerged, throwing the scene into utter chaos.
After Liu Qi finished speaking, he turned to the clan chiefs and announced in a clear voice, “You all know Ning Zhe had one of his arms cut off by Leng Yi.” As he spoke, Liu Qi gestured towards Ning Zhe’s arm.
Bai Susu turned her head to look again at Night Concubine, who still lay slumped across Ying Huacheng’s tiger. She grew anxious—it was obvious she was no match for this man, and rescuing Night Concubine was out of the question.
Immediately, from the Duan Yuan mountain range, a torrent of energy converged upon the Holy Lord.