Chapter Seventy-Nine: On the Suitability of the Son of Light and the Saintess of Reincarnation

In those days, the Child of Reincarnation had once severely wounded the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu of that era, allowing the demon race to witness the power of humanity. Now, this first Saintess of Life to appear in six thousand years must surely possess extraordinary strength. As the Vice Hall Master of the Assassin Sanctuary, Shadow Follows the Wind had personally witnessed the terrifying prowess of the Saintess of Reincarnation, Cai’er. The Saintess of Life from the Priest Sanctuary must have her own unique gifts. Even if the relationship between the Assassin Sanctuary, the Knight Sanctuary, and the Priest Sanctuary was still...

“All right, then focus on the Zhang family for now. When you have some free time, come to the office.” With that, not waiting for Yun Xi’s response, she hung up the phone as if it were a hot potato.

Her face was ethereal and exquisite, the lightest arc of a rainbow at sunrise. His eyes were deep as an abyss, unfathomable, like the darkest, most corrosive tomb beneath the earth. Wang Rui answered, opened his ledger, and squinted as he began to read. Li Xingming didn’t dare leave and stepped back to stand quietly.

Though Ye Hua’s face was pale, his palm was surprisingly hot, carrying a threat like a spark that could ignite a prairie fire. Hua Xuanji’s cheeks flushed again, involuntarily, like an overripe persimmon.

Ran Xixi wiped her face. Remembering how exhausted he’d been the night before and how much he needed rest, she hurriedly rose to take her leave.

Another disappearance! The God of Order was equally shocked. Teleportation? Could this fellow possess a similar skill?

“Since you’re all right, I’ll go now. Pack up and come downstairs—I’ll be waiting for you there.” With those words, he strode out of the room.

At dusk, the Xiang warriors from all directions suddenly boarded their boats and set sail slowly toward Changsha. Midway, the boats abruptly changed course, speeding toward Red Cliff. Without a soul noticing, they reached the opposite shore. That night, a thick fog enveloped everything; nothing was visible ten paces ahead.

The outcome that followed was beyond imagination—likely nothing but a vain hope. Ye Qi had already returned to Dayang seven days ago, the very day when she and Yu Ran parted ways. Qin Susu had to set out today and, by noon tomorrow, arrive in Dayang to fulfill the rites of marriage with Ye Qi.

I’ve always found it odd: with Old Master Xia’s fondness for Xia Wanyu, he would at least have consulted her before agreeing to such a decision. Why would he have accepted so rashly?

At that moment, Ye Yu couldn’t help but think that if she’d possessed such cultivation power back then, her brother wouldn’t have died. At this thought, she lifted her gaze to the deep blue sky.

Ling Xiao named his price. A Soul Artifact would be of immense help to Miao Ying, especially one with an artifact spirit. Ling Xiao could clearly sense Miao Ying’s excitement.

Tang Bajie could only sigh; if Mi Dou failed to break through the preliminary elimination, he would have to kneel to that scoundrel Xiu Jue before a crowd of ten thousand. Had Mi Dou listened and forcibly advanced to the late stage of Nirvana Qi, relying on his formidable spiritual sense, he would have had a much greater chance.

Xiao Wuxie was not a kind person; with a treasure so fine, not seizing it immediately would be odd. Yet, seeing the hopeful look in the Earthfire Dragon’s eyes, a rare sense of pity stirred in his heart.

The Celestial River Palm, the treasured technique of the Celestial River Alliance—once unleashed, it could shatter the heavens, its might incomparable, far beyond the reach of ordinary techniques.

The journey was smooth and uneventful, so much so that Zhou Yu and his companions wondered if they’d taken the wrong route. Yet, when the starship landed steadily and Ke Zhengqing emerged with a beaming smile, Zhou Yu finally let go of his anxiety.

The Ice Pike Beast is a massive omnivorous creature that dwells in the coldest reaches of the snowy mountains.

“The feeling is very vague, but there is indeed something attracting us—it must be some sort of rare natural treasure. We have no choice but to go straight ahead.” Xiao Ming let out a faint buzzing sound, speaking to Ling Xiao in the language of the Mosquito Clan, unintelligible to ordinary warriors.

Ling Xiao had already entered the Rain Curtain Secret Realm ahead of time, making some adjustments to its traps and mechanisms. The secret realm was still too dangerous for the three of them. After finishing, Ling Xiao entered the Windnat.