Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Three: Ruinous Flirtation!

When Chu Yanzhen heard those two words, his heart sank.

He had not expected the two of them to have already progressed to this stage.

Chu Yanzhen seemed unable to endure it any longer; he lowered his head and kissed Li Ruochu’s shoulder!

But as Li had said, deducing the pill formula consumed far too much energy, so he slept for three days and three nights.

With this move unleashed, a fragrance of orchids and chrysanthemums instantly spread through the void, refreshing and invigorating. Yet Gu Xiao, who faced it directly, felt none of that; in his exposed eyes there was only grave solemnity and the tense vigilance of one confronting a formidable enemy.

Commander Li and his men kept bending down on the floor of the main hall, feeling about with their hands, or stamping hard, to see whether there was anything suspicious. Wu Yiheng looked at the painting of a thousand cranes and felt that something was off, so he had the painting and the couplets on either side taken down, then continued examining the wall.

Throughout the generations of heirs, there had even been many cases in which the next heir, once grown, slew the previous one.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen could not help glancing at Yun Qi a few more times, openly betraying his fascination with her beautiful eyes.

The many disciples of the Pure Buddha, upon seeing the present Mo Yufei, were likewise filled with surprise and doubt one after another.

“Second Master, the doctor has arrived.” The steward gave his report, and in came the doctor carrying his medicine case.

However, when he had already pruned nearly half of the flowers and plants in the garden, his hand suddenly halted.

Zhu Houwei understood at once. “Is there a problem with the fief?” Zhu Houzhao beside him also grew serious.

The inheritance of the Heaven-Hating Demon Palace had endured for countless years, and its legacy existed on who knew how many planets and among how many powers. At almost every moment, disciples who had broken free of mortal bounds arrived within the Heaven-Hating Demon Palace and were assigned different ranks and duties according to their backgrounds.

In truth, when Fan Chen first saw that giant sphere of light, he had never imagined that it was what people called the Heavenly Dao.

“The head of the Thousand Cranes clan must have a poor memory. When a woman marries, she follows her husband; by rights, you should call her Lady Yehe.” Yehe Xingyun held Lin Xianhua’s slender waist and looked up; killing intent flashed in his gaze at Qianhe Qingtian, like a razor-sharp blade driving straight toward the man’s face. But it vanished in an instant.

Zhan Xiao was startled and instinctively caught the person who fell toward him. Only when he gripped the other’s arm did he react.

“Master Yang, I came to find a Yellow-rank martial technique to cultivate.” Lyu Feng said with a bow as he stepped before Master Yang.

“Heh. Do you really think that without us, you can get in?” Tian Mo chuckled, then shook his head and said.

For Zhao Yuan, who had never handled a major undertaking before—especially in an ancient age when transport was so undeveloped—the food, drink, shelter, and every other necessity for so many people had required far more than he had imagined. Fortunately, the innkeeper of Funing Tower in town had already helped prepare the food, and with Wan Yunjun’s connections, everything else was manageable.

The Cold Venerable said nothing more, his gaze once again settling on the still-hovering scrolls. The three of them all knew that only two of those scrolls truly mattered to them; weapons could be specially forged by a master, and as for that magic core, it was nothing more than a trinket to them.

After giving Li Jing and the others a thorough tongue-lashing, the Jade Emperor waved them away, leaving only himself and the Supreme Lord Laojun in the great hall.

“Moli, making things difficult for my junior brother right in front of me—do you take me for air?” Chen Xing blocked Moli’s punch, equally enraged. In his eyes, Moli had gone too far, a ninth-level Yuan practitioner bullying a sixth-level Yuan practitioner.