Chapter Twenty-Nine: She Needs Me

Xiang Yanya was imprisoned, her heart filled with unwillingness. Before being locked up, she found a confidante to deliver a note to Biao Juning. The hastily scribbled message read: “Meet at midnight tomorrow. Xiang.”

Zhao Yu took Xiang Yanya’s introduction seriously. In his eyes, it was no mere introduction, but the shining brilliance of red faith.

Zhuo Xuan’er playfully stuck out her tongue at him, then reached out her delicate hand and pulled his cheeks apart, making Ye Han grimace in pain, so he said nothing more in reply.

When Wang Dazui illuminated the cave, everyone finally saw clearly: the cavern stretched out like a sewer, extending far into the distance. The sound of dripping water came from droplets falling steadily from the stone walls.

Helan Xue’s reply was infuriating: “You’re a defeated opponent. What if I bully you? Even if I cut you to pieces with a knife, what can you do to me?” Suddenly, she struck, blood splattering as she sliced a piece of flesh from the commander’s thigh.

Besides, no matter what these children might become in the future, for now, they were still only children. Sensible as they were, their hearts were not yet so complex.

“Do I have to tell you wherever I go?” Feng Miaomiao turned her jade-like face, her willow brows slightly furrowed as she shot him a glance.

Zhao Yu formed intricate hand seals; after a moment, the demon rat’s aura settled onto the compass needle he had prepared. The pointer wavered between northwest and southwest; wasn’t the village of Loukou to the southwest? To the northwest, it seemed, was Ping’an Town.

Among demon beasts, only the law of the jungle prevailed, the strong devouring the weak. When scattered, they were the very embodiment of chaos and disorder; but once united under a powerful leader, they became the most loyal of hounds, with an unparalleled cohesion.

Yet Li Chen said nothing more, only went to close the classroom door and draw the curtains across the window.

He supposed he would have to spend a long time living in the Later Tang Kingdom, and if he too were tainted by this damned dark energy, what would become of him?

The senior temple attendant here was not merely that, but also the City God’s host. To be the City God’s host proved he had uncommon abilities—perhaps, like himself, the gift of seeing both worlds.

The blow was so fierce that Lin Feng lost all his teeth, and even his jawbone was dislocated.

As a member of the Immortal Realm, she believed one should extend a helping hand when fellow kindred were in distress.

Xu Yi did not linger; he pressed his hand down. The entire building emitted a dreadful crackling, and with a thunderous crash, collapsed into ruins. Not a soul escaped—everyone perished in the collapse.

The most important part of this matter was to gain her royal father’s and mother’s approval; otherwise, all was but empty talk.

Fourth, this world seemed vast; at the very least, players were extremely scattered, making encounters rare at this stage. He could vouch for this himself—since entering the game, not a single other player had appeared. He had almost believed it was a single-player game.

“Dad, is something wrong at home? Is Mom sick? Are we short on money? Tell me, I’ve saved some from my part-time job—I’ll transfer it right away!” Zuo Mo, thinking something was wrong at home, asked anxiously.

“It looks like this man doesn’t live here often. So where does he stay?” Zhang Fancheng pondered. The neighboring yards were empty; these people must all live in the city, leaving this land here waiting to appreciate in value when it’s finally redeveloped.

“Possibly? You mean possibly? So even you’re not sure?” Lu Li’s lips twitched slightly.

Moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating his face. The curtains drifted in the wind, but no one sat upon the windowsill.

“Is that so? Let’s go take a look tomorrow, then.” Xue Qinghan pondered briefly before replying.

He wasted no time, rising to leave. As he walked, he said, “Take good care of Ling Ye during this time.” With that, he was gone.

Deep within the Snow King’s residence, Xue Qianren stood by the window, gazing out at the world, still blanketed in white, his eyes deep and unreadable.

The Buddha statue Xue Qinghan attacked radiated a rich Buddhist aura, its golden body shining as though cast from pure gold, exuding a sacred presence as if the Buddha himself had descended. Yet among the countless statues, it appeared utterly unremarkable, attracting no attention at all.

A lascivious glint flashed across Han Bin’s face. Obscenely, he wiped the saliva from his lips with a finger, then perversely licked it off, displaying a look of satisfaction.

Next time he returned to the Lingnan Fortress would probably be after graduation. By then, who knew if Qin Yongshou and Hao Yun would still be well? War brought too many variables; nothing was certain.

The halo of the heavenly heart, as if unable to bear more, sent a bell-like chime echoing through Ling Ye’s mind.

Ordinary girls would naturally not serve as midwives, but Qingqing and Caiyin were not mortals, which was why Shi Hui had them assist her. Yet when Qingqing finished cleaning the newborn and saw its face clearly, she cried out in fright.

Gaining entry to the inner sect was no easy feat. The two of them had always trained with utmost diligence. As mortals with no foundation in the cultivation world, they dared not waste a single moment.

After Yan Changlan turned the tide, his fame in the city grew even greater. Yan Beimeng, seeing that his cultivation had surpassed his own and that he now commanded such prestige, intended to pass the position of city lord to him. Yan Changlan had long been prepared, accepting the post and managing the city’s affairs in an orderly fashion, never neglecting his own strength either.

Qin Luofan immediately pulled the quilt over her, wrapping her tightly in his arms with both the quilt and his embrace.

“Grandmother, grandmother, are you all right?” Consort Wang supported Shi Hui, helping her to sit up, pressing a handkerchief to her wound.

When Chen Mohan pushed open the villa door, she caught sight of Luo Jingyang at once. Clad in a black suit, his tall figure looked somewhat desolate, stirring a pang of sympathy.

It wasn’t that Lian Zheng’an’s training could never make Lian Chengbi a success, but Shi Hui believed that if he could walk a path more suited to him, he would reach even greater heights. After all, to stand in the world, one must first cultivate virtue. The kind of teaching that placed martial prowess and fame above all else, as Lian Zheng’an did, was not something she could approve of.