Chapter 33

“By the way,” Ye Luo Qing suddenly said, still speaking in flawless Dragonian, “speaking of the Shinobi Division, they don’t seem to be making any moves at all.”

Before long, Bai Zhicheng also entered from outside. However, his expression was far more complicated now than when he’d left.

“You’re worried that if we spread word of this, it could have a terrible impact. I assure you, we won’t do such a thing,” Sun Yuchen said.

Uncle Zheng’s words made sense. Ordinary houses always have a door in the wall. So Big Head circled around the bronze vessel, searching for an entrance. After a lap, he returned and shook his head, indicating he hadn’t found a door at all. Maybe this thing really was nothing but a coffin.

“Qiangzi, how did this saber end up in your hands? Did Old Third Kong come with you?” Grandpa and Old Third Kong had a longstanding friendship, and he recognized the dragon-patterned saber at a glance.

Suddenly, from the heart of the City Lord’s Mansion came a clear dragon’s cry. In a flash of white light, a bolt of lightning burst from the great hall. Like a white dragon, it tore through the air, wreathed in crackling electricity, an awe-inspiring sight.

Although Jiang Chengce had anticipated this, his reunion with Han Yingying after so long still moved him deeply. He’d thought he’d forgotten her completely, but when he looked into her pleading, sorrowful eyes, his heart ached all the same.

The Holy Ancestor of Jade Void couldn’t evade in time and conjured a long dragon to parry. Dragon and sword clashed, but the ancestor merely swayed and was unharmed.

Sensing his gaze, Long Yan hurriedly hid the kitchen knife behind her back in panic. Ironically, this only made her look more suspicious.

Scholar Su Xue’s first time eating sunflower seeds was a clumsy affair—she even spat out the shell and kernel together. Only after practicing a few times did she master the technique, finding the seeds wonderfully crisp and delicious.

“Haha, I say you’re the one who’s underdeveloped!” Old Ai was delighted to have the last word.

You Liuxi’s gaze swept the room—this place was nothing short of a living prison, sealed with formations, though Tao Xiong seemed completely unaware.

But with Lord Qin Chuan’s promise and help, Yin Luoxuan quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

“Don’t worry,” Su Shan said guilelessly. “Even though they see you as an enemy, my second brother is a member of the Su family. They won’t do anything to him.”

This time, Lin Shenshen clearly saw that the glow behind the fire was a white shirt. When she looked up, the match’s light went out again.

There had been several opportunities for him to be with her, yet in the end, nothing ever happened.

Da Xi Ying suddenly bent down, gently pressed his lips to the corner of her wounded mouth, then brushed her cheek with his, holding her head tightly against his chest.

A rare kind of Gu worm had appeared here once—a kind essential for spirit control. To avoid suspicion, he’d pretended to have fallen.

The immortal conjured a vermilion bird’s claw, grasped the bronze staff, and with a tug, smashed the Sixfold Sage against the mountain peaks on either side. Though the Sage was reluctant to let go, he was gravely wounded and flung to the ground.

Lin Yuan’ai felt as though something was tearing at his heart. He didn’t know where the strength came from, but he staggered back and kicked hard at the “door.”

The Serpent Prince’s pupils narrowed into slits. His eyes tracked the traces of battle, mind racing to predict the fighters’ movements and seeking their weaknesses.

Before him floated a perfectly white orb, glowing gently and casting a faint halo.

He hadn’t gone all out in their earlier exchange, but couldn’t be sure if Jiang Chen had held back as well.

Lin Yongnian knew nothing of Li Zixiao’s background. All he knew was that Li Zixiao was a general in the imperial army who had saved his family’s lives; naturally, he was eager to show gratitude.

He Jingxuan opened his mouth, wanting to defend his father, but could find no example to refute Magistrate Huang’s words.

Once, Yan Yuqin might have doubted whether the First Military Academy had such courage or influence—but now, she no longer questioned it at all.

It turned out that was a completely different self, as if cast from the same mold.

The manor lords of these fortified villages were all tyrants, bullying the villagers and flouting the law. Unfortunately, the current dynasty was weak and corrupt, with greedy officials running rampant and oppressing the people.

The flying sword’s shape was immediately battered. The first sword remained unmoved, but the ones behind rapidly expanded, on the verge of shattering.

The Ghost of Yama let out a terrified screech. How could this be the power of the sun? Even the Golden Crow clan, said to be the darlings of the Solar Dao, could not wield such power within the Celestial Abode, let alone a disciple at the Divine Essence stage.

Kunwu sighed softly. Even if Xi He sacrificed herself, could it guarantee Xing Ze Yuan’s ascension? The risk was simply too great.

Yet the man before them was none other than Xiao Wuxie’s grandfather. There was nothing they could do. Xiao Wuxie had always treated them as elders and friends, a mark of his respect. But they could not presume upon their age; in truth, just like Guo Jie and Tian Heng, they were ultimately Xiao Wuxie’s subordinates.