Chapter 58: Qihan, the Demonic Serpent

No matter how complex their inner thoughts were, neither of them showed the slightest trace on their faces.

Song Qinghua sighed. "You still haven't forgotten."

"How could I forget?" Qi Yan said, his expression frantic as if recalling something. "You used despicable means to deceive my sister, making her die in a foreign land where even her soul could not return to her homeland. How could I forget?"

Meng Wenzhang & Gu Dinghan: "???"

What play is being put on this time?
Oh, right, they're just background characters.
They thought to themselves, forget it, let's just run. We'll find a chance later to figure out what's going on and try to salvage the situation.

Then, he was seen holding a broadsword high above his head. Following behind him was a carriage, which slowly came to a halt. The carriage curtain was lifted by a pair of heavy hands, and a white-haired old man poked his head out.

Just as he passed by, having previously spoken about Sheng Changning's maid, he cast a rather dissatisfied glance at Sheng Changning.

Day Nine, who had also known the upcoming exam questions well in advance, secretly rejoiced that the next words would likely not encounter that terrifying fellow.

Even now, Misaka 00134 still wore bandages on her head, covering the rupture at the corner of her left eye—the food they could ingest was limited, so such minor wounds healed rather slowly.

Looking up, the entrance to Fojia Temple consisted of broad, flat stone flights of steps. Unlike other temples that pretentiously laid out hundreds of stairs, the number of steps in this temple was just like those of ordinary households, nothing special.

Su Qing was still chasing the old hag, but she couldn't hit her. Suddenly, with a swish, the shadow immediately climbed up the tree and stood on the trunk. The old hag transformed back into a human, then giggled, her smile extremely eerie, glaring at us with a face full of murderous intent.

When that red silk veil finally blocked Sheng Changning's vision, her heart suddenly grew bitter once more.

As for whether the herbs after identification were correct or not, that would have to wait until they finally went out and Elder Liu and the others confirmed it.

Having received Han Lei's promise, Zhang He thrust his long spear into the ground. The earth below churned as if a giant dragon were hidden within, lunging straight for the inner city gates. Following a deafening roar, the inner city gates remained completely motionless.

On the arena, Zhou Qingzhu once again swept the long sword in her hand, stirring up even fiercer wind currents. Island Master Liu, trapped in the arena, felt that the more he fought, the more passive he became. He slashed at his opponent with a move named "Force Like Summer Wind." Seeing Zhou Qingzhu leap to the side, he immediately followed up with "Sweeping Autumn Wind," executing a horizontal sweep with his blade in an attempt to force Zhou Qingzhu to dodge again.

A Japanese pirate with a mustache on his lip, seemingly the leader, had been standing idly by. Seeing the two old men suddenly surge in momentum while his own men were throwing disordered blows and even killing each other, he found it utterly baffling. He immediately muttered a few words in a foreign tongue, and the other pirates helped the two injured men up from the ground, hastily fleeing out the door.

Of course she knew that the Underworld King's orders could not be defied, but she truly could not bear to touch the sleeping Muyue. This was different from the Prince Muyue she usually saw in the royal palace.

Everyone waited in Tianzhao for another month, but ultimately received no news whatsoever, and even Lingyue had completely vanished without a trace. They had no choice but to return to their respective posts according to Lingyue's original arrangements.

Unable to refuse, we followed him back along the original road toward City Z, with Lian Yu driving her Buick compact car right behind us.

Nearby stood a young man who was none other than Chen Ri. This fellow was no better off than Dubatian; being humiliated over and over again had caused him to lose all his face, and whenever he went out, people would point fingers at him. He felt like dying of shame.

An antique-looking broken porcelain bowl held pickled cabbage fish, while another black jar was filled to the brim with spicy, oil-gleaming bullfrogs. Red and green chili peppers paired with snow-white chunks of meat—the visual impact alone was already enough to make one lose control.

As the words fell, watching Bao'er's furrowed brows in deep thought, he couldn't help but find it amusing. He had actually used the so-called destiny of the Heavenly Dao to fool a three-and-a-half-year-old child; it truly violated the ethics of a cultivation practitioner.