Chapter 58: Endless Torrential Rains

Not long after finishing their meal, the wind and rain outside grew increasingly fierce, and the family quarters lost power.

No matter how Leilei tried adjusting the radio, there was no sound, only the static hiss of the electric current.

Yaoyao’s eyes were filled with worry. "Big brother, is the radio broken?"

Leilei shook his head. "It's not broken."

Lu Mingyue came over to take a look. "It must be because of the power outage; there's no signal, so we can't listen to it anymore."

Unable to go outside on a rainy day, and with their only pastime being the radio—

"With the Fairy of Yunxiao present, how could we, mere Taoists, dare to display the imposing manner of a sage's disciples!" Guangchengzi, dressed in a cyan Taoist robe and wielding a whisk in his hand, said with a gloomy expression toward Yunxiao.

Fengyi let out a wry laugh and shook his head; he could not casually reveal the secret concerning Tianxuan. Before leaving, Yang Xuan had given him specific instructions: Tianxuan possessed a supreme immortal treasure that could not be easily exposed. Tianxuan was not yet strong enough to protect the artifact, and once exposed, it would surely cause a huge uproar, plunging the entire world of cultivation into a bloody storm once again.

Not knowing how long he had been falling, nor where he was, he kept falling downwards, falling downwards. Tianxuanzi was trapped by demonic Qi and unable to move, his mind feeling dizzy and muddled. Throughout the descent, he failed to regain control of his body, simply dragged by the demonic Qi as he plummeted into a pitch-black abyss.

"Long Fei, what is wrong with you? Your complexion is so pale!" At that moment, Hong emerged from the room, looking at Long Fei's pale face and asking with concern.

"My fellow cultivator who came with me, my senior brother Tianxuanzi—do you know his whereabouts?" Mizhu asked anxiously.

"This disciple has nothing to say!" Daoist Shangqing appeared very calm at this moment. The matter of the Conferment of Gods was already a settled conclusion; he only needed to wait for billions of years to pass before settling old scores with Yuqing, Jieyin, and Zhunti.

Stannis felt a stifling oppression in his chest and found himself unable to speak. That gaze made a shred of dread rise from the depths of his soul, and he had no doubt whatsoever that if he made another move, the sword in the hand of the person before him would cleave his body in two just as easily as it had cleaved the Iron Throne.

As the cry faded, a head was thrown in from outside, striking squarely against the face of a pursuing armored soldier. Even while fleeing, this Yang Zaixing did not forget to kill, casually disposing of a guard at the entrance.

Having arranged all of this, Li Lingyi prepared to finish up and leave Casterly Rock. Everything was now in place, with only the capture of King's Landing remaining. Once that was taken, the war could be declared over.

Confucianism was thus established, leaving Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and Martial Arts to stand side by side in later ages, while the rest of the hundred schools of thought were reduced to mere foils or vanished into smoke. None of them were worth mentioning.

"Won't you please wake up? I'm begging you, I'm kneeling before you, I'm kowtowing to you—please wake up and look at me, won't you? Just look at me for a moment, just a single glance." No matter what Zhao Guodong said, Aunt Mei lay there unmoving. Zhao Guodong remained kneeling beside Aunt Mei, waiting for her to wake up.

With a sound like a piercing arrow, Raditz had already rushed in front of Piccolo, delivering a ferocious punch straight to his chest.

Zhongli Shuoke could not help feeling perplexed, but at this moment there was no time left for him to guess at these matters. How to defuse the immediate crisis and prevent his imperial father from listening to the Empress's words and allowing the Crown Prince to take power was the most urgent priority.

"Well, Student Ye, you had better make your choice yourself. Since you are so popular, even the teacher has to ask you for an autograph." As soon as Zixi said this, the audience below grew lively once more.

"Hah!" A pale blue light suddenly burst from Ye Feng's hand, shooting down toward the bottom of the cliff.

"Humph!" Liu Wanrou, standing to the side, snorted and said to Ye Feng, "Brother-in-law, school has been open for a few days now, why haven't you called my sister yet? You're not a very good husband!" Liu Wanrou emphasized the word "husband" heavily.

Considering their physical conditions, the few of them figured they were not suited for overly grueling cultivation, and that they should be given time to go out and walk around, which was why they suggested practicing for only half a day. Seeing it was already like this, how could Shen Xiao possibly have any objections? He immediately shook his head.