Chapter 47

Blood splattered onto the ground, and only then did those several high-grade gryphons turn back to attack the others.

The merman, under assault, let out a furious cry. The blue scales on its body surged and then, to Zhao Ming’s astonishment, detached and flew at him in a sharp, whistling barrage.

Not long after, Si Gong arrived at the hospital room, carrying several breakfasts and a bouquet of fresh flowers. With the blossoms brightening the room, a sense of vitality filled the space.

Chen Feng calmly brought his palms together before his chest, then struck out with several blasts of Dragon True Qi. The surging energy shattered Wang Shichong’s formidable force and then quickly burrowed into his body.

Fortunately, after carefully sensing his surroundings—especially the direction of the stone platform—Ye Zhuo detected not a trace of true demonic aura, only a thick, lingering sense of demonic will. He felt somewhat reassured.

The old man, without turning his head, waved his hand, eyes still fixed on the south. A fleeting glint of ferocity flashed in his gaze, then vanished.

He did his utmost to avoid a direct clash with Rustel; that monster’s strength was terrifying, and here the gifts granted by the gods could not be used. If it came to brute force, he would surely be at a disadvantage. A battle of skill could never be won with raw strength alone.

“Heh, you need to accept reality. You shouldn’t have entered this treasure hall at all—everything here belongs to us,” the man in black robes sneered.

Sun Yun’er covered her mouth and laughed, and Chen Feng chuckled along. Soon after, Sun Hao and his sister left the training ground, and Chen Feng’s expression gradually darkened. The triumphant, sinister visage of Zhu Jian flashed again in his mind, inflaming his anger. He struck the training post with a heavy punch.

Nearby was a group of Shaolin disciples in monastic robes, led by Master Zhikong, draped in a kasaya and holding the Golden Buddha Staff.

Wang Lilu was in no mood to continue this high-minded conversation with his subordinate from the countryside. He feared that if it continued, he might not be able to restrain himself from wringing the fool’s neck.

Now the palace had collapsed, leaving only a field of ruins. At the far end, the Blood Demon, battered and dazed by falling rubble, saw Sabei soar into the sky. In a moment of panic, the Blood Demon roared, his whole body aglow with blood-red light. The rocks were held at bay by this radiance, no longer able to obscure his vision.

Because of these lifeless things, a foul stench assaulted us the moment we entered his home, making us want to turn back, but for the sake of understanding the situation, we endured the smell and pressed on to the eaves.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the door to the hospital room was pushed open. An Chutian entered, his face full of worry.

Lu Diqian listened as Kang Shou finished his tale, feeling on the verge of tears. He’d been so eager to present the bracelet left by his mother to his future bride, but the bracelet was shattered, and the woman who should have been his was now his sister-in-law.

“Brother Meng, are you saying this stone was deliberately placed like this?” Su Qingyu asked.

The Xiao family supplied weapons solely to Chaos City; even the aristocrats of the Great Xia imperial court knew this well, let alone other factions.

Unbelievable—this Demon Emperor has become my child! I wonder if they’ll clash in the future. Hopefully, things won’t devolve into such melodrama.

Truly, the herbal medicine business is wildly profitable! It’s a shame that she had nearly dug up all the Ophiopogon japonicus in the valley—what remained, Yun Shuhua would have to leave to recover and grow.

There was no internet to surf, no electronic devices to play with, and not even tasty snacks to eat. Every day, she could only work the fields on the mountain or catch fish in the river.

In the final moment before turning away, Gu Ziche glanced one last time at that black expanse of earth and the old man, whose clothes barely covered him.

The county magistrate’s wife sent over hairpins and jewelry suitable for Yun Shuhua’s age as meeting gifts—three combs, a pair of silver hairpins, and a pair of flowered hair ornaments. Though not expensive, they were charming. Coming from a poor household, Yun Shuhua was instantly taken with them, accepted the gifts, and thanked the magistrate’s wife.

They had clearly spent very little to acquire those three chickens, so why did Uncle Zhao tell them, “You mustn’t do this again next time”?

Song Siqi naturally knew what flowers and herbs she was referring to—she had been curious from the start about the plants Lin Jiayi had brought.

After all, those two brothers had survived years of chaos and arrow storms together with Yang Kai. Though not blood kin or perfectly attuned in mind, a glance or a gesture was enough for understanding to pass between them. Even without prior discussions, this added a layer of assurance to the meeting.

Yun Shuhua felt neither joy nor anger. She gazed at Yun Xushi and Yun Huilu, who were still wailing on the ground but without a single genuine tear, and felt only pity for the three siblings they had mistreated.

For the second branch, Yun Baiyang was only four this year, and the one holding the family together, Yun Shuhua, was just nine.

Originally, Bai Zhu had intended the young master to drink the soup alone, so that when the medicine took effect at night, he would become a beast and storm into her room to ravage her.

He Shi leaned against his chest, smiling, but there was no trace of pride—only a deep, ineffable sorrow.

After he finished speaking that day, she did not reply, nor did he ask again. It was as if nothing had ever happened. Yun Jie and Chen Chen had finally reconciled, and that was something she was truly glad to see.

To this day, no one knew why this apartment building had come to exist, why the bloody writing kept luring people into a place teeming with terrifying spirits, or even… what the so-called Demon King truly was.