Chapter 111

It was not until the car stopped at Lan Sea Villa that Xu Yunzhuo came back to herself. Her mind was in utter chaos.

What in the world was going on?

She followed him out of the car and walked behind Pei Qiaonian. “Don’t you think this is absurd? How could I possibly have a younger sister? Judging by her age, she should be my twin. Something this serious—how could no one ever have mentioned it?”

No one had ever told her that Madam Xu had been carrying twins in the body she had inherited.

Pei Qiaonian cast her a sidelong glance and could not help laughing.

Then he saw the Phantom Shade’s body shudder. Blood began to seep from all seven orifices at once, and it crumpled limply to the ground.

“My lord, the Yuan clan actually dared to send assassins after us. We must retaliate! I volunteer to go to Peace Commandery and repay them in kind!” one of the Blood-Clad Guards shouted furiously.

Unfortunately, over the past six months, Ji Changfeng’s disappearance had kept Ji Feihan so overwhelmed that merely maintaining the guild’s normal operations had already exhausted her. Preparing for the Ascending Dragon Assembly was out of the question.

“Senior Sister Duanmu, Senior Brother Luo, you go first!” the martial artist at the very front of the line said somewhat sheepishly.

Two more Demon Emperors attacked Ye Han directly. Upon seeing this, the Netherworld Emperor instantly flew into a rage.

After all, although the disciples of the Snowmoon Divine Sect were not among the strongest in all the myriad realms, they were still first-rate by any standard.

“You said that because we are newcomers, we only have seven days to cultivate inside. If we want to continue comprehending the principles here in the future, what conditions will we have to meet?” Ye Zhengfeng narrowed his eyes slightly as he asked Huyan Tianfeng.

Ming He glanced once more at the reincarnation of Hong Yun. A mysterious smile appeared on his face. Riding upon the clouds, he flew toward the Sea of Blood. As the ancient saying went, fortune lurked within misfortune. Although Hong Yun had lost the aura of imperial humanity, he had gained another force of destiny—and an entirely new name.

A cold smile appeared on Chen Zheng’s face. He activated his innate astral energy and connected with the yin energy between heaven and earth. Pointing his right index finger forward, he sent out an incomparably condensed force that fused with a strand of bleak, murderous saber intent. Piercing through the distance of space, it arrived before Fan Wubing in an instant.

Among those who sat in on his alchemy lessons were quite a few ferocious beasts, including the Great Azure Ox.

“Go find the king. Leave this place to me.” Chen Fei smiled as he placed a hand on Dao Qianjun’s shoulder. Dao Qianjun immediately felt waves of soothing energy flow through his body. His strength rapidly returned, and his injuries were almost completely healed.

The man on my back was not very heavy. He must have suffered greatly during this time. I stopped thinking and hurried upstairs all at once. Rakshasa was still locked in a fierce battle, and I could not afford to be timid.

He leaped onto the deck. The ship slowly pulled away from the shore, as though his longing had remained behind and would soon scatter upon the wind.

Seeing that his first arrow had worked, the burly archer did not pause. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—one arrow after another flew out. With every shot, a fireball plummeted from the sky, and the sea of flames covering the heavens gradually thinned.

At the time, Mu Li had survived only by pretending to be dead. From that day onward, there was never again any news of Xiang Shaotong.

“Yin Ignition”—Qin Tian had used Yin Ignition. The heat was so intense that it could incinerate everything. In a panic, I took the strange coffin from my spatial ring, laid it flat on the ground, turned over, and climbed inside. Then I closed the lid.

“I’m not so petty as to argue with an old hag like you!” Zuo Shishi retorted indignantly.

“Hello,” Ouyang Huowu greeted them with a smile, while Ouyang Bingning merely gave a slight nod.

Perhaps this palace had once been adorned with walls of gold and roofs of jade, standing amid the splendor of a bygone age. But who knew how many years had passed since then? There must have been battles within the palace as well. Numerous weapon marks and unidentified pits scarred the floor and walls.

Yamano Ichiro forcibly endured the piercing pain in his back and slowly raised his head to look at the fox, which was still floating in midair. His face remained expressionless, but his voice was clearly weakened.