Chapter Sixty-One: News of Mother

Now Zhao Yuan was completely out of options, for he had no idea where would be a suitable place for cultivation. Originally, he merely wished to find a good spot, but now it seemed anything but easy. In the vicinity, there was only a single Daoist temple, and he wasn't sure what to make of that.

“Let’s leave. Since the master of the temple is unwilling, we can’t say much. After all, this is his territory, and if there’s anything amiss here, it’s not our place to criticize. If you want to go elsewhere, find an inn to stay for now. I’ll look for a quiet place to practice undisturbed.”

Zhao Yuan shook his head helplessly, knowing as well that the inns nearby were hardly of any decent quality. But what could be said about it now?

Not only were there no conditions for keeping birds, but Xia Qing herself had neither the motivation nor inclination to raise two useless gray-skinned parrots.

The Ximen family’s influence in the Songjiang Spirit Management Bureau was evenly matched with the Wood Spirit Society—one could say they were neck and neck.

However, Gallio’s ultimate skill had a cooldown close to three minutes; should it fail to achieve its intended effect, it would be at least ten minutes before it could be used again.

Qing Lian was puzzled. That young man Hua Yun had excellent aptitude, yet was far from her equal. A simple show of force would suffice—why make things so complicated?

Lin Yi hadn’t expected that behind the cold spring, there was another springhead, faintly steaming.

Placing the bundled cotton on the shelves, Xia Qing felt a surge of satisfaction, her already bright eyes shining even more. Returning from the cellar to the tool room, she checked the large tank, where the lively green-light and yellow-light fish darted about.

She had never seen such food, nor smelled such a scent—it was so intoxicating, it threatened to overwhelm reason.

The two had reached an understanding: if pain needed to be stopped, it would surely be Leng Fang’s swift knife hand.

Moreover, some among them bore varying degrees of swelling and bruises on their faces and bodies, clear signs of having been beaten.

“Big sister, stop teasing him,” Lu Ziyi said with a helpless smile. Beside her, the hat thief Wan Ye covered his face, evidently recalling something unpleasant.

“Hmm, I thought it strange before—did he have some kind of weapon in his hand?” Tatsumi stared at the empty hands of Nine Lives; he had indeed just performed a slashing motion, severing the giant’s hundred-armed limb.

“Go feed the baby…” Wang Xingye handed the child to Wang Xian, sending the old lady to the inner room, so father and son could have a proper conversation.

Sadly, he still had his back to the world, his true face unseen, his eyes hidden. This left Leng Laogong full of regret.

Becoming alert, he saw Red Boy perk up his ears as well, sensing something amiss. While asking for details, he concentrated his magical senses, spreading them throughout the ten-thousand-acre prison, covering thousands of cells across ten floors of the Heavenly Prison, searching for the source of the moaning.

She instructed Yu Xue to deliver her letter to Lady Wei, then first went to Maple Alley, invited Hong Lianzhu, and together they arrived at the Wei residence.

Now, she no longer ate a jumble of things; there was only one—candy.

The Prince Zhao and his companions widened their eyes, rain blurring their vision, unable to fathom how a human could perform such a feat.

He was unaware that Yuan Feng, at this moment, had already transformed from the realm of the Heart Sword to the Intent Sword. Within the Sword Sect, nothing remained to stir Yuan Feng’s heart. If he knew this, he could not imagine how he would feel.

To initiate contact required a certain level of intrusion into the human brain—a method wholly against the First Charter, and extremely dangerous. Anyone accepting active contact had to allow a machine to probe, even influence their mind, and through the chip at the nape, grant it the power of life and death.

Though not far from the riverside levee, the distance was beyond what the naked eye could discern. Ouyang Peilan felt nervous; she tossed her pipa onto the bed, found a telescope, and returned to the window to peer outside once more.

Sa Hei Ting let out a hearty laugh, leaned back, extracted the object, causing a sound like popping a soda bottle.