Chapter Seventy-Three: Existence

The woman said, “Now that things have come to this, why not bring her back to my residence for treatment? Staying here won’t do her any good, and it seems she won’t wake up anytime soon.”

“That would be best, though I’m afraid it will trouble you,” Zhao Yuan replied.

“It’s nothing. Since I’ve witnessed this, how could I not lend a hand? Rest assured,” the woman said.

“Then allow me to thank you in advance.” Zhao Yuan cupped his fists together in gratitude.

“There’s no time to lose. Let’s go now, lest her condition worsens,” urged the woman.

“Very well!” Zhao Yuan agreed.

With that, Zhao Yuan carried Zhao Ling’er on his back and followed the woman toward her residence.

Her home was not far from where they were, and within not even two hours—

“Righteous Wu, this might prove difficult. The Dalai Lama is surrounded by countless remarkable figures, and the Four Rivers and Six Strongholds’ religious guards stand vigil all around. Since the time of the founding emperor, the court has repeatedly sent people there, but all have been defeated. The monk uprisings have always been a grave concern for the central court,” He Feng’en replied.

Now, ahead of him, a few foolish humans awaited their turn to amuse themselves with him. Deathwing had no hurry to kill them; he intended to use his deadly flames to gradually vaporize them all.

Bai Nong asked in a trembling voice, “Which generation of the Divine Child from the Demon Realm are you?” The old man thought that during his secluded years in the inner realm, the outside world must have changed dramatically—perhaps even Divine Children were mass-produced now. Yet Ze Jin's answer finally pulled him back to reality.

“Brother Wu, you promised that from now on, you’d follow my arrangements,” Lian Sheng said, his heart filled with relief. If he couldn’t resolve this unkillable Wu Di, he’d truly be at a loss.

“That scoundrel!” Ye Yunfei roared in fury, his body uncontrollably flying toward the western marketplace.

He’d scarcely taken two steps when a loud thud sounded behind him, followed by a muffled groan. Everyone instinctively turned to look.

Su Yi nodded; this was no pretense. After all, thanks to Shi’s many tales, he had come to know a bit about this continent’s history.

If one was always harboring murderous thoughts, seeking to take lives, sooner or later, they would fall by another's hand as well.

Having already been tricked by Xie Zherui once, why bring in another expert player even more formidable to join the team? Aren’t you afraid of being kicked out again?

Inside the space encircled by branches and leaves, one could breathe freely without a leather air bladder. The sensation was so comfortable that Wu Qingye couldn’t help but close her eyes and take a deep breath, instantly feeling refreshed in body and spirit.

In this final round, the leading teams all chose to avoid battle, while those lagging behind fought fiercer than ever.

Liu Xialai heard the whistle of an iron rod behind her, leaned forward, and ducked her head just in time to evade the blow.

Er Feng knew this beautiful immortal was strong enough to kill her with ease, yet she hadn’t done so.

Outside the Soul Refining Furnace, four masked men kept watch. This was the very heart of their faction, guarded tightly on all sides; it would be impossible for anyone to break in. Their sole duty was to tend the furnace.

“Thank you, Uncle Xie, for the wine.” Yu Mu didn’t know why Qingtian had chosen to bestow him a whole jar of wine, nor why it was not to be shared. But to refuse again would seem overly modest, so he accepted it and sat down once more.

Unexpectedly, their conversation drew laughter and agreement from a few fans, and for the first time, someone even typed “666” in the chat.

The waters of the Yellow Springs were deadly and corrosive, stripping flesh from bone at a touch—no ordinary person could cross them. Coupled with the strange force blowing across the river, not even a swan could fly over.

She was selfish and did not wish to die, so she could only let things unfold as they would. When the demon tribulation arrived, she would deal with it then.

To live in the underworld was to have one foot in the grave and the other in prison. Hu Biao had never slept soundly; even in slumber, the slightest sound could wake him.

Perhaps, at first, she had indeed come for revenge, wanting Li Zhengdao to taste the pain of losing a loved one. But as time passed and they spent more time together, feelings inevitably grew. In the end, she could no longer distinguish whether her heart held love or hatred for Li Zhengdao.