Chapter 120: You Want Me to Carry You Down?

“Third Master, aren’t you afraid Wen Han will misunderstand?” Xu Yu raised an eyebrow, though only she knew how forced her smile truly was.

Shen Liangyan studied her closely, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

“She can’t see it, and she won’t be attending.”

Xu Yu’s heart sank. Shen Liangyan continued, looking at her intently, “Are you worried she’ll misunderstand, or do you have an appointment?”

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Su Qi glanced at the blood that had already spread to his feet, then slowly poked his head out to look at the farthest corner of the water chamber.

The old woman’s expression shifted abruptly. Her hollow eyes flickered with a dark gleam as a black mist rose from within her, obscuring the divine demon eye and blocking its suction.

The desiccated corpse, seemingly dead for countless years, suddenly rose and one by one began moving toward the giant tree.

“There’s no way to wait ten or more minutes. This annoying script—if you remain in a non-combat state for more than five minutes, ghosts come out to interfere. It’s a nuisance,” Feng Di snorted lightly, casually brushing aside the hair sticking to her face.

Xiao Wuxie had already witnessed Jin Dada’s ability to seize the four seasons’ fortunes, so he was not surprised. If he could make it rain on a clear day, conjuring a strong wind was no big deal.

Having carved out a great river mouth spanning hundreds of miles, this ocean phantom’s size was beyond imagination. Mi Dou was stunned, unable to close his mouth as the waves it stirred up threatened to submerge the Penglai Immortal Island.

“Fine, fine, I want to see if you still have such eloquence later,” Liu Changfeng said through clenched teeth, then prepared to strike.

After Fang Dehai left, Mu Cheng sat silently in the flower hall for a moment. The one stirring up trouble? He bitterly smiled. It seemed Shen Bichou still couldn’t let go or see things clearly. Last time it was in the imperial garden, this time during the lantern festival—were they really trying to take her life?

“Chance meetings are accidental. Mei Ziyan meeting Mu Cheng seems like fate, while encountering the mute servant appears to be destiny, but it is not entirely so,” said Min Sikong.

Qingxuan Peak was vast, and atop the mountain lay an enormous flat plateau. It was said this place was cleared by the sect’s founding master with his sword. On this level ground stood dozens of suspended houses, housing the elder masters and nine true disciples.

This woman looked at her husband calmly and said, though her body language was minimal, the aura of a tigress was effortlessly projected. Her status within the family was obvious at a glance.

If she gave up He Jianzhang, she could win over Cao Bin. She was even willing to take the heads of He Jianzhang and his son as compensation… but that was unlikely.

Before long, a few people in the courtyard were eating sunflower seeds, some even stuffing them into their pockets, slowly cracking them one by one. Rather than eating, they were more enjoying the envious gazes of others.

In recent years, Old Bo had been pressing Bo Muxu hard about marriage, even declaring that if Bo Muxu refused to marry and had an illegitimate child instead, he could accept it.

Snow looked at the foolish Huaye and Su Mali before him and fell into thought. He wondered, had the unknown implant really only altered Su Mali’s body? Why did he feel like both Su Mali and Huaye’s minds were also becoming less sharp?

The newsboy swept his gaze over Sen Guang and suddenly became alarmed. Sen Guang’s clothes were richly colored, the fabric smooth. Though he couldn’t read the labels, in this era, high-quality dyes were expensive.

Zhao Fuling was so intelligent she must have understood the cause and effect long ago; there was no need for further explanation.

At this moment, Roman, assisted by a “Decree Mage,” felt stronger than ever. The dawn effect he released, imbued with purifying power, was better than ever before.

He didn’t know why, but the initial impatience and aversion eventually turned into habit—and warmth.