Chapter 40

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Seeing the foolhardy look on her face, I could not help but burst out laughing. Perhaps her mental age was greater than her actual age—though she had only been alive for a month, mentally she was at least three years old.

What had her earlier self seen? That was something she absolutely could not reveal. Looking at Feng Yuerong’s bashful expression, Chu Feng suddenly felt like teasing her a little, if only to vent his frustration. Who could blame him, when she bullied him so much in ordinary times?

Wulan Market was neither a city nor surrounded by walls. It merely had a fence about the height of a person, and no one guarded the entrance. Even so, upon entering, Yixuan still felt a faint divine sense sweep over him. Clearly, a high-level cultivator was stationed there to maintain order.

This had already become a trend. Daoist arts were on the decline, while reverence for Buddhism had become a custom. To promote Buddhism more smoothly, the Luo Kingdom also strongly supported Xiameng, providing it with abundant material resources to strengthen its power.

Fang Ming methodically attended to everything he needed to do. The only demon here with whom he could truly converse, Bixius, was still enthusiastically inviting him to drink.

“I have been exhausted for days, and you will not even let me take a nap before assigning me another task. I am not going—absolutely not!”

Yixuan repeatedly refused, but Nie Yongwang dragged and carried him into the inner room. Everyone had gathered there, and when they saw the two of them enter while grappling with each other, they were all left gaping in astonishment.

The simple words, “I admire you,” sparked discussion among everyone. His companions took pride in them, even regarding them as an honor. The voices of the opposition were always grating.

Long Xian’er had only just hidden behind the pile of firewood when she heard a creak. The burly man emerged carrying the white object, casually flung it behind the house with a wave of his hand, then returned indoors and closed the door. After that, there was no further sound.

I heard that every place where a black box could be found was extremely dangerous. As for where the black box had come from, no one knew. What it contained was even more of a mystery.

“Bah! You stole my pet to play with! Could you at least have some shame?”

Cherylinn gnashed her teeth in fury. Behind her followed Larwu Feili, who had been forced to come in his official capacity to “mediate.” The series of attacks aimed at Rockhart just now had been launched by the two of them working together.

The change in Mountain Seat Guest’s aura was unmistakable. Both Saint Lord Qiongcang and Lin Feng sensed it in an instant.

Launching a frontal attack did not necessarily mean openly arraying troops beneath the opponent’s city walls and engaging in a conventional assault.

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After laboring bitterly for more than a hundred years to cultivate that power, Ye Chen’s divine sense had swallowed it in a single gulp. Who could possibly endure such a thing?

Even in this Lotus Lantern universe, the Mother Qi of All Things was an exceedingly rare divine treasure. A physique forged from such energy could hardly be ordinary.

Only then did Lin Xian realize that Mu Qingyang was also a mighty expert who had kindled divine fire. This was the second cultivator he had encountered since entering the secret realm who had ignited divine fire. The first, of course, had been Perfected Jade Watchtower of the Qiankun Primordial Unity Sect.

This was also the only skill of his that had anything to do with the planetary level. With it, he could cross over to an extraterrestrial planet in an instant. Naturally, the skill consumed an enormous amount of energy—nearly half his reserves in a single use—so he could employ it at most once a day.

Wen Quren’s reply was that there would be no problem with joining the Emei Sword Sect as a guest elder, but he could not remain permanently at Emei’s ancestral seat, Heaven-Ascent Peak. Moreover, he still wished to continue controlling the Dao-Seeking Alliance, though he could secretly handle matters inconvenient for the Emei Sword Sect.

Suddenly, Su Yi’s rather unfriendly voice came from nearby, followed by the voice of a young man.

Clearly, this was the most fundamental problem of all. Two tigers could not share one mountain. No matter what happened, unless this issue was resolved, the human and demon races could never maintain peace for long.

Da Feng, are you all right? This is the second time I have written to you today. This is the sort of thing I can only tell you. According to Old Tang’s reasoning, I really have fallen for Revolver—that insufferably smug wheel. Tell me, what am I supposed to do??

Later, after the Violent Barbarian Dragon suffered defeat in battle and lost his life, the Sword Barbarian Dragon, seeing that the tide had turned, had no choice but to lead the remnants of his army into a bloody battle against the Dragon King of the Western Sea. After several hundred exchanges, he withdrew to Violent Barbarian Mountain.

Just as the group fell silent, Qin Lan came running over with a delighted expression. Resting in her palm was an exquisitely intricate model.

“He is my sister’s true friend!” Yang Ziyu whispered. He kept repeating the words silently in his heart: My sister’s true friend! Is he really?

After returning to the capital, they did not remain there for long. Early the next morning, Li Bin escorted the carriage procession of Qi Min, the Ninth Princess of Great Qi, as it slowly and grandly departed the capital, heading toward the northern frontier passes.

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“Old Qian.”

Gu Luo, strangely enough, did not interrupt him at once. Instead, he waited for quite some time, and only spoke when he seemed unable to bear listening any longer.

“Rest assured, Young Hero Li. I have already said this: in the Martial Arts Tournament, all contests and exchanges depend on the participants’ own abilities. So long as both parties consent, they shall each bear responsibility for any mishap that occurs during the contest, and neither may blame the other.”

Sharp Nether spoke in a firm, ringing voice.

Zhuang Jian spoke, and the space immediately split open. A bald young man and a handsome youth appeared before everyone.

“Uncle, what exactly do you mean by that? Do not forget—if you have been able to build your business to this scale, my father played no small part in helping you.”

Li Yan gave a cold snort.

Liu Fan was troubled. Even Tian Feng did not know—so who could possibly know? At that moment, Liu Fan caught sight of Guo Jia from the corner of his eye. Guo Jia was sitting at ease beside Jia Xu, leaning to one side with a faint smile on his face.

Liu Fan understood. Guo Jia had long since devised a countermeasure; he was merely pretending to be reserved.

Moreover, the face of the Primordial Heavenly Emperor was nearly identical to that of Dian Feng’s eldest son, Dian Taishi. That, too, was a point of suspicion.

Who would have thought that a nobody like Shen Guanjian could stir matters to this extent? He had never anticipated it. He had miscalculated.

Fortunately, he had already established contact with the Tang Sect. With the Tang Sect involved, everything should be fine.

While toying with Hao Yuanzhou, he kept his eyes fixed on Zhou Youbai and said, “If this had happened before, I would have beaten you to death. But I happen to be in a fairly good mood today, so I will give you the chance to speak. Tell me—what else do you want to discuss?”

He narrowed his eyes at Zhou Youbai, his expression filled with contempt and mockery.

When I heard the ringtone, I could not help frowning. I had only just woken up, and the call had already come through. The timing was far too coincidental.

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