Chapter 62: Trifles (Part 2)

Although Ning Xin was conflicted, her mind remained clear.

She wanted to capture both, but the white dog seemed to sense the danger and cast a cautious gaze toward her.

The moment their eyes met, Ning Xin knew the white dog would not be easy to catch.

Therefore, she decided to target the wild boar.

With her decision made, Ning Xin paid no more attention to the white dog.

She tossed out her pre-knotted rope, swiftly snared one of the wild boars, and tightened the rope in a flash.

The other end whipped through the air.

Before her, the ancient bird flapped its wings excitedly, unleashing waves of fierce gales that swept across the heavens and the earth. Lin Yu could perceive from the creature's cries just how ecstatic its attitude was; indeed, the moment it sensed the ancient Luan bloodline within Lin Yu, it was so thrilled it nearly leaped into the air.

"How close. This coffin is truly crafted from precious materials—warm and smooth like jade, ensuring that whatever lies within will remain undecayed for a millennia—" Having crossed the Bridge of Helplessness, Lin Yu felt a sudden lightness in his body and immediately began to critique, without the slightest hesitation, the sensation of having just stepped upon that blood-stained coffin.

However, Sun Wukong grew dejected once more as he recalled how he had already suffered setbacks twice. How could he possibly maintain any reputation now? Thereupon, Sun Wukong demanded: "My old Sun has no dealings with the Heavenly Court whatsoever. Why does the Jade Emperor want to offer me amnesty?"

Yet, the soldiers of the Annihilation Legion had only just relaxed; how easy would it be for them to instantly restore their previous combat readiness?

"The Xuanzhuo Sea..." Pulling Huo Jun along, Xi Yizheng was the first to teleport to the shores of the Xuanzhuo Sea, her most beloved place.

"Pfft—!!!" The Night Emperor's attack was incomparably sharp, inflicting heavy injuries on Lin Yu with a single blow and sending him flying backwards for hundreds of meters. Yet, the cold voice of the Venerable Ziqiong still echoed within Lin Yu's mind.

"By the way, there is one more thing I must mention. None of you must ever attempt to steal the Five-Colored Stones from the altar in the grand hall. Otherwise, you know all too well what the consequences will be," Falla warned with a seemingly benevolent expression.

"I'd better not try. If Miao Qianqian ever wakes up, she'll surely kill me," Chen Yidao laughed.

"Tell me, aren't those people in Hetao finding it troublesome to wear mourning bands around their heads all day long? Qin Tianyi has been dead for so long, yet they still cling to his memory," Li Chengzhi muttered softly.

Thoughts aside, Yun Guo did not let his journey on foot dampen his spirit. If a mere towering mountain could erode his conviction, it would be an utter insult to the supreme title of the Son of Creation.

Even if Imperial Physician Xu wished to help her, given Moran's frail physical condition, she would likely have broken down before even leaving the palace.

In an instant, all those brick kilns that had been slowly fumbling their way toward perfection were forced to shut down entirely due to this imperial decree.

Xiao Xiao shook her head, unwilling to dwell on the matter. The Chinese language was profound and broad, and polysemy was a natural phenomenon. Modern internet slang was not excessively out of bounds; language itself was never terrifying—only the people who wielded it were.

"There is no need to join Nianmeng. We only need to collaborate on this single work," Xiao Ning said earnestly.

Although the First Prince was somewhat unreconciled, he knew that the affairs of Duke Yan's household still weighed upon him to a certain extent.

Startled by her brother's abrupt retort, Jiang Yuer raised her head in disbelief. Was this truly her brother? The man who was always so gentle no matter the circumstance?

With a thought from Su Mo, the lotus vine lashed fiercely against the Yin-Yang Bell. The bell suddenly erupted with a dual-toned radiance of black and white, and once again, sonic waves surged outward.

Regarding this, Xiao Xiao could do nothing. To her, the matter proved far simpler than she had imagined.

After a moment of thought, I said to Lin Feng, "Let's head to Lu Shengnan's shop first. It's the only place where we can find a clue." Lin Feng acknowledged on the other end of the line and then hung up.

This charging pounce was precisely the final blow Song Fan had used to slay the Black-Flame Wolf. It was an improvised technique inspired by the vibrations of the green bronze fragment and born from a sudden flash of insight.