Chapter Forty: Bai Yue’s Choice

The effects of the medicinal bath were remarkable.

Bai Nianxuan felt power coursing through her entire body. That warm strength flowed through every bone and limb, bringing her to a state of perfection. Her golden eyes shone with joy.

It was a pity she could not circulate her spiritual energy at the moment; otherwise, the effects of the bath combined with her cultivation would have sped up her progress immensely. Bearing the price of reviving her eldest aunt was a burden she had to carry.

“We’ve decided to leave here for now and look elsewhere. You can attend to the other academies,” Feng Xiyue said after hearing the words of the Snow Bear, finally withdrawing her own intentions.

There was a publicly recognized Xu Kai, but in truth, that was hardly enough. Xu Kai might have been formidable at his peak, but now, it was as if he relied solely on his former reputation to intimidate others. Should it come to a true confrontation, it was uncertain how long the façade would last. Those around were unsure of his true strength, temporarily cowed by his name.

Yuanbao spoke without hesitation, “I’ll take you home.” My home is your home—where exactly do you intend to return? I would like to see where this ‘home’ of yours truly is.

You asked us to keep an eye on the princess in secret—that’s one thing. But why have you yourself rushed over so eagerly?

“Have we met before?” Qin Lu asked. Unless he clarified this, he would always feel unsettled.

The fox was startled upon hearing this. He looked at him, wanting to speak, but in the end, afraid of divine retribution, he simply took his paw and wrote a few words on the ground: What do you want?

None of them dared to provoke Feng Xiyue in the slightest. Otherwise, what if that troublesome girl ran away from home?

“You’ve entered that cold lake and taken this pill—it won’t harm you,” Qin Lu said, pressing the pill into Chunmei’s hand.

How could I not be willing? Yet deep down, I still feel a little inferior, afraid that someone as outstanding as Lu Jinnian is beyond my reach.

Sun Mengmeng was no longer the naive girl she once was, who would believe whatever others said.

Shao Shen sat down beside her, his broad, calloused hand gripping her pointed chin. She had gained a little weight compared to the first time he saw her last year, but she was still so thin.

She reached out and squeezed Murong Xuan’s palm. The moment she did, she saw wild joy flash in his eyes, and instantly regretted it, wishing she could slap herself twice. She had meant to keep her distance, for Murong Xuan to walk his own path, and for her to go her own way, with no debts between them.

They followed the river at the bottom of the lake, walking for about an hour before stopping again.

“Hanya won’t be in danger, will she?” Song Yuting approached, her voice tinged with worry.

“Junruo… have you recovered your cultivation?” Qingyue was stunned, staring at Lou Junruo, who stood suspended in midair, sensing the powerful aura she radiated.

Chen Haoran’s expression remained blank as she shook him, and in her jostling, he finally finished his cigarette.

Having received Jun Feibai’s promise, Ling Fei did not pursue the previous topic further, decisively drawing their conversation to a close.

However, when the light of divine punishment struck Meixun Shangshen once again, Ming Wuyan laughed, while surprise spread across Meixun Shangshen’s face.

Seated on the divine throne, Ming Wuyan felt that sealing the Four Great Secret Realms was still far from enough. If she wanted to force out the old ghost behind the scenes, she would have to pay a heavy price.

These ghosts were born of the countless energy fields that had evolved over eons in the Burial God Ridge—strange and dazzling, even the Holy Master was wary of them.

And the more she thought about it, the more unspeakable the content became. Her face flushed, she slapped her own forehead—what was she thinking?

When the onlookers saw the head of the Min family—the only Martial Spirit master in Bai’an Town—struck down, they scattered in terror.

“Where?” Liu Chanyang asked warily, scanning the surroundings for any disturbances, but unable to pinpoint the enemy’s location.

For now, though, finding a boyfriend to have some fun with was hardly a challenging task.