Volume 1, Chapter 61: Pavilion in the Jiangnan Mist

Seeing Zhang Wenxuan continually making faces at her, Wu Qing felt her suspended heart finally settle. Feeling someone brush against her earlier, she had momentarily thought Zhang Wenxuan was trying to take advantage of her.

Quickly catching on, she immediately interrupted Wu Shan’s relentless, root-cause-seeking questioning.

"Grandfather, Mr. Zhang is merely here as a guest today. How can you cross-examine a guest like this?" Wu Qing cut in.

Ahem!

Wu Shan coughed awkwardly a couple of times. "I was merely curious! Little brother Zhang, this old man has been somewhat impolite. Let's have tea!" With that, Wu Shan raised his teacup.

Seeing that Wu Shan had stopped probing, Zhang Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"In other words... the real reason Yunmeng cannot truly leave the Yunmeng Marsh is because even if she were able to leave, her own power originates from the Yunmeng Marsh, forcing her to return here eventually, am I right?" Mu Jiuxing asked with a somewhat bewildered expression.

However, until the stars dotted the sky, they failed to find a single landmark. This place was far too barren; not a single living creature or monster was to be found.

Third Madam usually had no interaction whatsoever with Fifth Madam. They stood on different grounds and belonged to different camps. The dry smile on Third Madam's face was deeply awkward; she had helped Madam Yin commit plenty of misdeeds, and now that Madam Yin had fallen, she naturally leaned whichever way the wind blew.

That preceding strike had been extremely perilous. Zhongli and the other two reacted instantly, entering combat readiness. Since the black-robed assailant had struck, they certainly would not let the matter rest easily.

The highest ones have already reached Level 20? Has this gaming world become this crazy? Could they have already farmed through the fourth dungeon? How is that even possible.

Going to the Hall of Longevity and Blessings to pay respects to the Old Dowery, the Old Dowery gave the two of them instructions once more, which were nothing more than staying united and loving, and exercising caution in words and deeds.

Qin Mengxue felt a pang of heartache at his words, yet she feared that displaying any softness or vulnerability on her part would only give him false hope.

To everyone's disappointment, Ye Laisheng paid no attention whatsoever to this group eagerly trying to kill him, focusing instead entirely on Tang Tang, who was gritting her teeth yet remained motionless.

The density of spiritual energy here was already roughly ten times that of Earth. If Earth were ten times this place, wouldn't that mean Earth's spiritual energy would become a hundred times richer than it was now in the future?

Tracing her eyebrows, applying blusher, and pressing her lips together—in just a short half-shisan, Yin Yunsu was adorned to look like a water lily emerging from the clear blue. Gazing at the figure reflected in the bronze mirror, Yin Yunsu blinked her eyes carefully once more. Could that person with flushed cheeks truly be her?

Tai Puhan smiled bitterly, saying, "Reporting to the Commandant, we've suffered a massive loss with the opening of the ruins this time!" With that, he recounted the entire sequence of events leading up to the ruins. For reasons unknown, he deliberately emphasized that Yi Xuan and Gongliang Feng had entered the passage together and returned safely.

The avatar of the Five Poisons Demonic Lord glared fiercely, and a sharp, oppressive aura surged forward. Yi Xuan staggered back several steps before managing to steady his stance. Although he was panting slightly, he had not sustained any injuries.

Hearing footsteps inside the room, as if someone was walking out, Ni Duoxing hurriedly retreated a few steps, hiding behind a large boulder. Sure enough, shortly after, he saw Monk Kongyi carrying the corpse of Kongmang out from the room, passing through the corridor, turning behind a rocky hill, and vanishing from sight.

The youths, whose fright had not yet settled, were also immensely astonished. What? Tree spirits and mountain demons have actually attained sentience? They've even learned to yield the way and surrender?

The guards responsible for protecting Xia Xinglan, seeing him reduced to such a state, panicked and hurriedly pulled him back.

Yi Xuan immediately formed a deep impression of the Myriad Generation Stronghold where those bandit cultivators resided. If it was truly as they claimed—that the surrounding thousands of miles were a lawless land where those who merely sought wealth without taking lives could be considered not entirely evil at heart—he instantly developed a slight urge to go and witness it for himself.

As the scroll unfurled, a cubic protective barrier resembling a thin membrane expanded, centered around Xia Ji.

After reaching the downstairs, Cao Peng spotted Ouyang Dai'er on the surveillance monitor a moment later, and she then appeared right before him.

In private, the guards frequently gossiped among themselves about which nurse was pretty, which nurse had a big rear, and similar topics.

"No... no! No!!" The angry expression on Uncle Liang's face vanished entirely, and the fierce look in his eyes completely dissolved. Left in their place were profound grief and despair.

Returning to the temple, Yingsheng pondered deeply: I have fallen so deeply in love with Suwan that I cannot bear to leave her side. Yet our meeting was truly wondrous. I might as well test this: if Suwan cannot extract her vital essence, I shall treat it as a joke. The words of the sorcerer can no longer be trusted, and I shall be able to rest easy.

There was another point, and the one where Long Yin was at the greatest disadvantage: the King of Fighting possessed the strength of a five-star Star-Moon rank, whereas Long Yun, a weakling at the nine-star Star Emperor rank, was at an overwhelming disadvantage in a duel against the King of Fighting.

After the boss gave an acknowledgment, he scooped out dried bean curd that had been pre-soaked in sauce from an iron pot beside him. With a sizzling sound, he dropped it into the oil pan, releasing an enchanting fragrance. Before long, a bowl of bright red stinking tofu garnished with a sprinkle of green scallions was served before Jiang Yin.

She lowered the backpack from her shoulders and retrieved a folding shovel from inside. Vaguely remembering the precise location where the time capsule had been buried, she began to dig.

With a swift rollover, Ye Xiao pinned Ai Miyue beneath him, using both hands to press her delicate arms against the bed.

Following the court session, King Yu secretly ordered eunuchs planted within the imperial palace to closely monitor the Emperor and see when he would make copies of the painting.

Instead, it was because Ye Xiao had sensed an unusual aura within that shop—one that felt both familiar and yet not quite right.

Sandra retreated a step without hesitation. As for Arenas, he believed that Arenas would not do such a thing without reason.

One could tell everything just from the fluctuations emitted by the ultimate technique. Although Long Xinglin's current strength was weak and prevented him from displaying its true potential, when Long Xinglin truly grew strong, that ultimate technique would be more than capable of destroying heavens and earth.

Fortunately, while these people had made mistakes earlier, they were not complete fools. Seeing that Li Yun was willing to deal with all of them just to curry favor with Gu Fei, they naturally understood that Gu Fei's words held sway over Li Yun.

Ji Youyou had not yet fallen completely asleep. Her defenses were obviously at their lowest in that half-dreaming state, and under the assault of the man's low, deep voice, her defenses immediately collapsed completely.

Feng Jiujiu was eating delicious biscuits, while her newly accepted disciple, Tang Zhengxin, stood attentively by her side to serve her.

Hearing this, Zhao Yong couldn't help but shake his head, thinking to himself that this person was great in every other aspect, but this obsession with alcohol was truly exasperating.

Oh well, they had only been cohabiting for a few days, and cursing the CEO as "making blind tosses" had already become second nature to her. If the cohabitation period were extended by just a tiny bit more, Ji Youyou suspected she would dare to go and dance on the CEO's grave.

Ying Zheng drank a few cups without showing any sign of intoxication. Suddenly, he dashed the bronze wine cup to the ground and strode down the Huatai platform.

A strange color flickered in Chu Ze's eyes—captivating like a demon, and as profound as a dark abyss.