Chapter 91: Guo Songyang, Su Qianxiu
The two Fire Crows had drifted through the void for who knew how long. Besides, this matter was neither trivial nor especially urgent; in a place as vast and faction-ridden as Heaven, everyone understood how efficiency worked.
If they merely sent a random Immortal to the mortal realm, that would be nothing. After all, Heaven had little of anything except Immortals, and plenty of them at that.
But a Supreme Unity Immortal was another matter entirely. Even within a colossal power that controlled countless worlds, such a being occupied an undisputed position in the upper middle ranks.
The emperor and his consort had held a banquet to calm the uncle and the others, and he could not easily get away. Yet the moment he stepped out of the palace, he rushed to see her.
The owl clearly had not had its fill of words. Even knowing that Chen Luo had gone to fetch food for it, it still kept screeching without pause.
"Wah, Zhi Zhi, you treat me the best! Don’t worry, I won’t look for any other spirit master. I’m utterly devoted to you!" The silver-ringed snake, which had successfully escaped the tiger’s jaws, pounced over. Its tail tip curled around Yi Bu Zhi’s bony wrist as it burst into loud tears, voicing its loyalty.
He opened it and, seeing the red annotations, froze. Only after flipping through the entire thick stack of memorials did a smile finally appear on his face.
Though the change was rather unbelievable, Yun Chan did not dislike this version of herself. In any case, following her heart had always been her creed: live however made her happiest.
Now Mr. Zhang’s appearance had completely broken the old balance, and from now on ordinary people would be managing the extraordinary.
The white flood dragon refused to eat because it suspected this fellow had been sent by the Wang family and had poisoned the food in an attempt to kill it.
To Chen Fan’s surprise, explaining the smart terminal and the medical methods did not take much time at all.
Then, looking at the projections of the two people on the ground, pressed tightly together, his feelings were beyond description. He only felt his heart heat up. After murmuring that he had overstepped, he lifted Cui Lili around the waist and carried her into the room.
"First have people fetch a few torches and roast the stone until it’s red, then have them pour several buckets of water over the heated spots. The rock will crack open. Repeat this a few times, and the stone can be blasted apart!" Jiang Qingning did not keep them in suspense and explained directly to the village head Zhou.
Speaking softly, the young man in the golden robe wore a gentle smile. Stroking the jade cup in his hand, he looked toward the three seated on the stone stools and said nothing more, clearly intending to let them each offer their own views and suggestions.
It was already five in the afternoon. The sun had begun to slide westward, and a great mass of white cloud happened to drift to one side of Airspace C25.
Lu Chen’s face showed a trace of disdain. Raising one palm, he sealed off the howling spiritual wind, which immediately gathered before his hand and formed a wall of turbulent energy.
Still, if he wanted his explosive power to erupt completely, that depended on how Yi Yang seized the moment. Layer upon layer, he could now be counted as standing at the peak of the sixth level of body refinement, only one final membrane away from the seventh.
"At that instant, time went out of order." The horse-faced man possessed formidable cultivation, and his keen perception allowed him to discern some of the truth.
"Actually, I am of the Xiao family, not a disciple of the Connected Clouds Sect. It’s just that my family relies on the sect, and so I was able to learn some of its techniques," the Taoist said.
Prince Wende immediately understood his father’s intention and embraced the Emperor of Rhine as well. It was only after a long while that they parted.
"Mm." Feng Ying agreed. They knew the enemy but remained in the dark themselves, deprived of favorable timing and terrain. The two of them were isolated and without support, whereas if the assassins came from a major force like the Free and Easy Sect, reinforcements were surely already on the way.
As the old ghost of the dark wind fell silent again, and the ancient blood flood dragon beneath Lin Han’s intent, lingering on him with a gaze both heated and profound, also closed its eyes and fell wordless, the dim underground cavern once more grew hollow and deathly still.
He drew out the Bone-Slicing Blade. A one-handed sword was not well suited to targets like coward demons. The skin of abyssal fiends was generally extremely tough, perhaps a consequence of the harsh conditions of the Bottomless Abyss. Only the armor-piercing power of the Bone-Slicing Blade would allow him to deal with these abyssal demons more easily.