Chapter 43

Without much hesitation, and after a brief pause, Ye Zhuo decided to follow the Mother Insect down. Before taking a step, however, he turned to ask Hu Ling'er beside him; confirming she could hold on for at least another hour, he let out a shout and unleashed his movement technique.

"Woo-woo!" Suddenly, a sound echoed from within the Demonic Path. Upon hearing it, all the demonic disciples broke off from the battle and retreated.

"Ha'er! What about Ha'er's identity?" The impatient fatty tapped his knuckles against the table and repeated the question twice.

Hearing Ye Zhuo still shouting so provocatively at a time like this, even the few who had just been wearing grave expressions were distracted. It was clearly the "Water-Parting" form of the Wave-Breaker Blade Technique, yet he insisted on calling it the "Bird-Slaughtering" form—the "Plucking and Slaughtering" form, at that. Was this guy simply reckless by nature, or was he stubbornly maintaining his bravado, refusing to lose his edge even when severely wounded and on the verge of defeat?

The speaker was not very old, dressed in fine silk robes and possessed of a rather ordinary appearance, yet he looked at Zhao Cun with an air of extreme arrogance.

The yellow slime failed to hit the man in black, but the man in black, working in tandem with Zhao Ming, drew blood with every strike. As the tide turned, the Heavenly Snake was covered in wounds before long.

"I'm not very familiar with him either. I wasn't sure when I first saw him, but when he summoned that Scroll of Mountains and Rivers, I knew it was him," Qi Hu whispered.

"Yan'er, Yan'er!" Murong Feng, not knowing what had happened to her, cried out in terror, hoping his voice could pull her back from whatever unknown state she had fallen into.

"Wang Hou, who is she? How can she speak?" When Wang Hou returned to the courtyard and closed the door, Saeko Busujima, dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, walked up to him and asked.

"Damn it! Aren't you a Grave Robber? Don't your ancestors use these secret techniques to locate tombs and steal treasures? Why don't you do it yourself? You aren't plotting something, are you?" The fatty, tied up like a pig ready for the slaughter, grumbled from the side.

"Qing'er, you were lost when you were young. It was so hard to find you, and I had hoped to keep you with me for a few more years, but who would have thought..." The matchmaker's jade comb slid slowly through my hair, which flowed like water, and my mother choked on her words, unable to continue.

Without saying much, he curled his beautifully arched lips into a cold, indifferent smile and walked past Qin An directly toward the front hall.

Even in the dim light, and despite his calm tone, Xia Yimo could clearly sense how much disdain the man beside her held.

***

Huang Yueli dared not move randomly, so she laid him flat on the ground, took various medicinal pills from her space, and fed them to him by the handful. At the same time, she tore open Li Moying's clothes to clean and bandage his wounds.

The dim moonlight shone on the man. His peerlessly handsome face was marred by a pair of sharp, arched brows furrowed tightly, and his elegant lips were pressed into a thin line.

The group split up to take action. Shen Shu followed Gu Zhenyu and Xisha, watching as everyone used special tools to tap and strike at the mountain walls or the ground. She couldn't help but feel very curious.

Lu Zhanyuan's wife, Lin Changwan, was more than six months pregnant. After days of travel, she was suffering from unbearable abdominal pain, with faint signs of a miscarriage.

It was the dead of winter. Although the hotel had the heat turned on, stepping on the floor barefoot would surely leave one freezing.

"You will always love me, right?" Shen Shu blinked. Under the dim streetlights of the night, a hazy halo seemed to fall upon her fair face.

Reaching out to touch her pale face, Si Wu pulled her directly against his chest, his hand gripping the back of her neck.

But the question was, how was he to find those two survivors now? Lu Chen frowned slightly, yet the prompt that should have appeared did not manifest before his eyes.

Hou Qi swore she really wanted to comfort Su Su, but after talking for a long time, she suddenly realized: the tall ones were all lying here. If the sky were to fall, they would indeed have to hold it up themselves.

That was why he had stormed out of Xu Jinhua's house in a rage, only to run into Zhu Jiu'er.

"...Hmph." He Zhixing retracted his hand sullenly, settling for grabbing a piece of her sleeve. The tall man, nearly six feet three inches, huddled behind her, lacking any of the haughty arrogance he usually displayed on screen.

He had considered countless excuses Tan Song might provide, including "alibis," but he had never imagined that he would simply hand over the murderer.

Thinking of the mirror principle and refraction, Lu Chen began to have fun in the corridor. Finally, feeling his mental energy failing, he quickly donned his magic cloak and looked at the prompt, preparing to head to the next area.

***

The danger level was not high, but their abilities were quite disgusting—they could launch curse attacks, and even cast a curse upon their slayer when killed. In other words, it was best not to personally attack the two spirit elements below.

He hadn't been back from the Nushan camp for long, and all his energy was focused on how to deal with the coming turmoil. Who could have imagined that someone would dare to make a move against the Grand Preceptor of the Shangyang Palace at such a time?

By the time Ling Xuan returned with a few more rabbits he had caught, he saw Su Su and the others huddled together, fast asleep.

She was just an inconspicuous person in her family. Her father was wealthy but never spent a cent on her. When a concubine arrived in the household, her and her mother's lives became miserable. That concubine was a delicate and pretentious woman who would act spoiled and weak at the slightest provocation.

With a thunderous boom, he grasped the power of chaos within a ten-mile radius in his palm and forcibly refined it for his own use.

At the center of the beam of light this time was a giant black ape, over thirty meters tall and immensely powerful. The three participants—a winged demon, a griffin, and a night hunter—were all aerial units, flying and attacking the giant black ape from all sides.

"This is exactly what I, your subject, dare to protest!" He Youyi suddenly knelt. Liu Mingsheng and the others beside him were stunned, not knowing what had caused this.

The students knew that Gao Shan was the best at spouting bureaucratic nonsense—long-winded and foul, yet you were forced to listen until the end. However, this time, Gao Shan stopped abruptly in the middle of a sentence.

Even if a breeze stirred up waves or kicked up fine snow, after a while, it would return to stillness, provided no one cared too much about this place.