Chapter 66: Stay If You’re Not Afraid of Death

Faced with Cao Mang’s threat, Master Suyun was at her wit’s end and could only agree to her friend’s request.
In exasperation, she said, “I’ve already kept my distance from you, what more do you want?”
“Don’t you want to continue cultivating?”
“I have dual cultivation techniques too, I don’t necessarily need you.”
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Ye Chu launched attack after attack, but her opponent toyed with her, provoking her now and then, making her dance in circles.
Dayang boasted shamelessly, “Uncle, I can recite the sayings of the Master too.” He rattled off another passage.
This time, the group chose to visit a place called Four Rivers, the most tranquil spot in all of Jiangnan. The sky was blue, the grass fragrant, the river crystal-clear. During holidays, it was famed as a lovers’ rendezvous.
Gong Xuan Yue remained silent, but her fingers gradually clenched into fists. A fierce red light burst forth between her fingers, and in an instant, the blooming peach trees withered and died.
“Why are you looking at me as if I were an alien? What, you don’t recognize me anymore?” he spoke slowly, his voice deep, his gaze sharp as a torch, handsome as ever, still towering and robust.
“I’ve made up my mind. You’re already familiar with the company’s affairs, so I want to hand everything over to you. From now on, I wish to spend more time with my mother.” Jin Yan looked at me, his eyes full of determination.
She hesitated, then gently placed her fingertip on the door. The portal, neither gold nor stone, was bone-chilling, like a block of thousand-year-old black ice, threatening to crack her fingertip. Her heartbeat quickened inexplicably, as if something momentous were about to happen; her breathing grew rapid and uneven.
He sat askew on the bed, staring at the pair of scissors he had just taken out, imagining in his mind the scene of blood gushing forth after piercing his wrist.
The man’s slender fingers gently touched the figure within the revolving lantern. Beneath the bright moon, a beauty with delicate hands held a crimson palace lantern, her face slightly upturned, as if speaking to someone.
That trace of delight was keenly caught by Tao Mengran, who stood nearby; I saw the fleeting, complicated smile on her face.
Soon after, a middle-aged man draped in a wolfskin cloak strode into the enormous felt tent. Behind him followed a stooped old man, dressed in surprisingly fine linen strips.
Before the aftershocks subsided, Han Pan caught a sudden gleam of cold light from the corner of his eye. His heart tightened, and he swiftly raised his treasured blade to block on the left.
For him, over the years, he had always suppressed the Great Shanyu’s desire to repeat the path of his grandfather Hamukun and invade Yan Pass again. It was for the sake of the entire Langran tribe! Moreover, he had no complaints about the Great Shanyu, Sherchi, whose nominal rule over the various Langran tribes had been impeccable these years.
Lu Ping smiled faintly, then glanced at Qin Gai. Seeing that Qin was also looking at him, he returned the smile and watched him follow Master Lü out.
Where the eagle’s talon had been removed, several large bloody holes appeared, blood pouring out in streams. Li Tian unhesitatingly took out a spiritual herb, smeared it on the wound, and then reached for a bandage to dress Xu Mengli’s injury.
Neptune’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat; the situation in Fishman Street matched exactly the prophecy Lady Shali had given him earlier.
After bidding farewell to her brother and sister-in-law, Kathleen took Cui Jun’s hand and walked out. After a few steps, she turned back, saw Lian Haiping already with his back turned, raising his hand to wipe his eyes, knowing how reluctant her brother was to see her marry far away. Two crystal tears instantly rolled down her cheeks.
When Xin Huzi was barely half a step away from the fish, his already slow pace came to a halt. All that could be heard then was the sound of the brook gently flowing, “hua hua.”