Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Reward of a Spiritual Spring

True Man Nanchen smiled, letting her run her fingers through his hair as she pleased.

"You have spent a month cultivating at the Great Myriad Sect. Come, let me take you to see the Cliff of Reflection."

The Cliff of Reflection was a sheer rock face where the surrounding spiritual energy had been specifically drained away. Occasionally, disciples would climb up to deliver fasting pills. Without spiritual power, one could not cultivate; one would emerge with the exact same level of mastery as when they entered, wasting time in vain. It was a place for pure, unadulterated introspection.

As the two arrived, they saw—

"A-Chen, open the car windows; there’s a strange smell in here," Chen Lan said, adjusting her clothes as she spoke to Ling Chen.

Luo Xi rubbed her head, trying to banish the melancholy lingering in her mind. Seeing this, Luo immediately pulled her close, gently moved her hands away, and replaced them with his own, massaging her temples with steady, measured pressure.

Yue Ying’s brows twitched. He had guessed the nature of one of the items he had given her: the bead emitting a warm, white radiance was likely the Light-Attribute divine artifact, the Light Illusion Pearl. The other object was dagger-like, seemingly composed of shifting mist, yet it not only shimmered with brilliant light but also exuded an infinite, cutting edge.

A mournful sobbing sound drifted into Mo Xibai’s ears with the wind. He froze, then began walking toward the source of the noise.

Everyone was filled with hope, convinced that Chu Jianjia was like a turtle in a jar, easily within their grasp.

It seemed there was truly nothing left to save anyone. Liu Xiaomang’s mind was flooded with various techniques for killing, with nothing at all regarding the preservation of life.

But he had to force Master Yuan the Third to lead the charge into the barrier; regardless of whether they found the person or not, he intended to silence her afterward.

Liao Xi was deeply satisfied with the flourishing scene before him. The people were also incredibly enthusiastic, and without a second thought, tens of thousands of strong men clamored to join Liao Xi’s Liao Family Army.

"Understood. Your advice is well-taken, Senior. I shall lead my men away at once." General Bai nodded at these words, gestured to his soldiers, and led them away.

His status was not an issue, but given his current predicament, would any nation truly agree to marry a princess to him? Unless one of them dared to play the game of hoarding a rare commodity for a high price.

The four heads of the Senso-ji Temple were all veteran seventh-level saints. Although they did not hold posts at the Heavenly Pillar, they were quite well-known there.

He had given away tens of millions for nothing and received only ten thousand in compensation. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

That Kane Li was still at large somewhere. Since the person just eliminated was a space-type user, the ability or tool that allowed for instantaneous teleportation to a specific location—or to a teammate’s side—must have been in Kane Li’s possession.

In the public eye, Concubine Yan did not display excessive intimacy toward Zhao Jia, yet her gaze remained soft as water, nourishing the heart. Her slender fingers pushed the teacup toward Zhao Jia’s hand, her tone gentle. If not for the other Yin-Yang School disciples watching nearby, she would have wanted to throw herself into Zhao Jia’s arms and hold him tight.

Zhang Tianai was naturally happy to go. In fact, people like her in the industry were all willing to play bit parts in Hua Shang’s productions; Hua Shang’s unconventional approach to casting was well-known.

At the same time, a massive tidal wave suddenly appeared on the field, and it began to spin at high speed.

On the other side, the general leading the Zhao forces was named Sima Shang. He was an old veteran of Zhao, rich in experience, and this time, King Yan of Zhao had dispatched him to deal with Meng Ao.

In truth, most people’s impulses could be restrained; as long as they encountered someone stronger than themselves, they would become inexplicably rational.

Beside them, the Second Island Emperor and the Ancient Man of Shenqiu also subconsciously held their breath, their focus entirely concentrated on waiting in anticipation for the actions of the Yasha Princess.

Liu Bei said with curiosity, "To be able to live in seclusion in the mountains unaffected by such troubled times, one must be a remarkable person. Shuzhi, would you like to accompany me to pay them a visit?"

Arai, on the opposite side, was seen slowly descending. The tennis ball flew rapidly behind her, and her line of sight was blocked by Arai, who was still in mid-air, making it impossible to see Sang Yu, who was hidden behind her.