Chapter Twenty-Nine: Return to the Temple Alliance

Returning once more to the Priest Temple of the Sanctuary Alliance was an event that took place a month later.

As familiar sights flooded their vision, Bai Nianxuan and Bai Yue’s eyes immediately reddened. Of course, Bai Nianxuan’s emotions were not as deep as Bai Yue’s, for she was just an eight-year-old child, unable to comprehend the complex feelings adults experience when leaving their hometown.

Before departing the Demonic Tribe, Bai Nianxuan, together with Ah Bao and Mendi, accomplished yet another major feat.

They robbed the Moon Demon God Agare.

After she finished speaking, she grabbed the beggar who was writhing in pain on the ground, reached out, and yanked his beard, attempting to pull off his mask.

“They’ve already left the city. Let’s head back as well,” said Xiahou Muqing after the two departed.

“Roast another one, pack it together with this one, and I’ll take them with me,” Xun Ge’er said in a deep voice.

No one else was present on the mountain, and Yu Liusu was indeed correct— the sect leader was not on the peak.

Having learned all the information he needed and arranged the aftermath, Lin Fei felt much lighter, as if a weight had been lifted.

Here, with fierce winds, roaring waves, drifting vegetation, and the trembling earth, everything in creation could become a fist. Immersed within, it was as though he bathed in boundless, overwhelming force, constantly enduring the agony of being ripped open, bones scraped, and flesh carved.

At this moment, Liu Yinyin was still unaware that she would soon be engaged to Fang Zi’an. She sat in a private room at Tea Across the World, cheeks flushed, telling Xu Yinyin, Dong Qinghua, and Fang Youqin about how her carriage broke down in the rain the other day, and how she happened to encounter Fang Zi’an.

To protect what the world called virtue, he could consider matters so thoroughly. Though he seemed carefree and unruly, it turned out he could give everything for his own sake.

Recalling the incident by the river that afternoon, it was now easy to guess—the young lady was right across the way.

On the other side of the battlefield, Xia Ze seemed to have an epiphany. Hands gripping his sword before him, he held the starting stance, unmoving.

“Chiyan, the gang’s supply of Withering Grass is running low—go find some outside!” The matron responsible for supplies always liked to bully these servants. Withering Grass could easily be bought at the pharmacy; why send a young woman to gather it on the mountain?

Gesli sat in the trading hall, a faint smile on his face. The traders, brimming with excitement, were operating their stocks with vigor. Yet, after today, many of them might choose to end it all.

At this moment, Lin Tianfan felt a pleasant tingling across his skin; every pore opened wide, greedily absorbing some essence hidden within the waters of the Black Beach.

“Lan Yu, if you surrender, I’ll withdraw the Fish Formation and spare your life!” Zi Yanxia shouted loudly.

When Li Jing and his son finished their three bows and three prostrations, Su He immediately bestowed upon Li Jing the title of Pagoda Heavenly King, commander of the celestial soldiers, and appointed Nezha as Great Marshal of the Palace Guard, God of Martial Assistance.

Finally returning to her senses, Lin Xinyao stepped inside, but Dan Xiyu, who was about to leave, pulled her out of the kitchen.

The department head’s word was law, so E Jingbai did not ask further. She took the still somewhat absent-minded Yan Mi and left first, while the others headed toward headquarters.

Following the Wolf Emperor, the path ahead grew ever more rugged and eerie. If memory served, this was the road to Soul-Capturing Village. But why would the Ghost Doctor go there? Had he been captured, or did he discover something?

Just as she was about to answer, her phone suddenly vibrated. Lin Xinyao glanced at the screen, startled—why would the young master call me?

Realizing that it was Wen Qiyan who had grabbed her, Lin Xinyao’s terrified expression eased a little.

Just a single word was enough to drive Lin Xianyu mad, especially as the other person clutched the jade pendant around her neck. Was this, perhaps, the token of affection from that man?