102. Chapter 102

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The chieftain of the Cloud Clan noticed the anxious expression on the elite guard disciple’s face and understood in his heart that if it weren’t for some urgent matter, he wouldn’t have come back to report to him. After speaking, the Black Tortoise let out a long sigh. Though it knew the Xuan Emperor was sealed within, it understood even more clearly that once the Great Zhou Cycle arrived, the Xuan Emperor would inevitably be resurrected.

With a loud bang, the private room door was pushed open, startling the short and stout man. He turned around and asked, “What’s the matter? Can’t you open the door more gently? Is this your home? Using so much force? If you break the door, who’s paying for it, you or me?” The short man rattled off a barrage of questions, leaving the blue-haired one at a loss for an answer.

“Today in Yin Ridge, I expended too much true energy; otherwise, I would have made you pay dearly,” said the long-browed Taoist, storming angrily back to his room. As he stepped outside, a cold wind blew directly at him, an unpleasant sensation brushing his face.

“Ah! Disciple will prepare right away!” The first to react was Shang Ye, who immediately dashed outside without hesitation, followed closely by two fellow disciples.

Ye Chen was righteous, loyal, and highly skilled in cultivation. Moreover, he knew how to share the fruits of victory, which greatly appealed to Hai Jun. From Ye Chen’s words, Hai Jun also learned that Ye Chen was the head of a prominent family in the world.

Someone gasped, trembling slightly as they gazed upon the sword marks on the ground, which resembled deep ravines. After all, most cultivators here were still at the Qi Refining stage, and such a battle was enough to shake their very souls.

Also present were Guo Gang and a man no one had seen before. That man wasn’t dressed in military uniform but wore a Zhongshan suit, exuding a commanding presence. His eyes alone revealed that he was no ordinary person.

This manner of speaking was unusual, leaving everyone momentarily dumbfounded, unsure of what story Sun Xi intended to tell.

Fortunately, Wu Yuxing was quite experienced. With a few finger taps, she formed a strange hand seal, then reached into the void, unleashing a massive energy wave toward the wandering soul. At the same time, Yi Yi formed a lotus seal in her hand and struck the wandering soul. Under their combined assault, the soul let out a wailing cry and dispersed.

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At this moment, night blanketed the West. The S family’s phones rang urgently and simultaneously. Upon answering, they all received the same news.

As everyone looked up at the sky, their faces turned pale with shock. Some even stumbled over their words in astonishment.

“Your mouth is attached to your body, so of course you say whatever you want,” growled the scoundrel. Even at a time like this, he was still spewing lies. Keep lying, Du Fei thought, curious to see what other falsehoods Qin Baichuan might concoct.

After a few breaths, the scars on Qin Yang’s body began to heal. Zhou Heling and Xia Longxing watched in growing astonishment, while Ying Qing clapped his hands with delight.

Then Huang Shaohua lightly waved his arm, immediately flinging the burly man away. There was a loud “bang” as the man’s body crashed hard to the ground.

“The Dao of Fate and Heaven balances Yin and Yang; water and milk merge, giving birth to all things. Spring dreams leave shadows without trace; condensed dew forms the sky, granting longevity.”

Just as the shadow of the palm disappeared, a palm print descended from the sky once more, mixed with a thunderous force like no other, striking him.

During the lengthy and tedious ritual, Yun Zi grew somewhat drowsy and yawned, only to find Yue Xiaoyao glaring at her angrily. Fortunately, the Huihe clan did not observe the customary rituals of worshipping Heaven and Earth or parents, nor the husband and wife mutual bows; otherwise, those two would have surely hated her to death.

At this moment, Lin Feng felt sharp pain all over, like being pricked by needles, but the heavenly music stirred by the wind through the stone forest made his heart clear and calm.

Linglong felt a touch of sadness. Yan Xu would probably never know the true significance of that peachwood talisman.

The Silver-Masked Gentleman of the First Pavilion of the Jianghu vanished without a trace, but on the battlefield north of the river, a young man in a black robe appeared.

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She pulled an invisibility mask from her storage pouch, pressed it onto Wolf Fang’s face, then asked A Mo if he knew the art of invisibility. When he confirmed, the three of them vanished together and descended into the shaft of the vertical courtyard.

The empress’s coffin, made of golden nanmu wood, was already prepared, and the funeral arrangements had been proposed. Now, the entire Song Dynasty was waiting for the empress to breathe her last.

“A Kang, what’s wrong? Where’s your older brother?” At some unknown moment, Qing Yang appeared beside Lan Yukan, grabbed him by the arm, and anxiously asked.

“Alright, then change the subject. Are Jiu Ling and Xu Zuyao possessed by evil spirits? They’re not bad, right?” I am not kind-hearted, but I still feel uneasy.

Before long, Qing Feng had cleaned all the debris off Lan Yuxuan’s face. Finally, Lan Yuxuan’s lovely face was freed.

Reflecting on La Minzi’s life, Li Yun could only sigh inwardly. She never spoke of the kind of life she had lived—perhaps because saying it aloud would only invite pity. She wished to die with dignity and pride.

Years ago, when Master Yuan Xuan stepped through the void passage to leave, he had explicitly said to respect Ge Dongxu as he did himself. From then on, Qing Feng and others learned of Ge Dongxu’s relationship with Master Yuan Xuan, and all high-ranking disciples of the Shu Mountain Sect addressed Ge Dongxu according to Master Yuan Xuan’s seniority out of respect and closeness.