Volume 1, Chapter 52: Midnight Audience

Scorpion clutched the list, walking at a hurried pace with an unpredictable expression on his face. His subordinates followed closely behind, occasionally whispering to one another, clearly showing their impatience with this sudden nocturnal visit.

The long sword swept through the air, flashing with a chilling glare. In an instant, snowflakes danced across the sky, and the previously surging snowmen were cut down to the ground by Jing Feng as easily as slicing vegetables. Yet, even ants could eventually devour an elephant; facing a horde of snowmen advancing like a plague of locusts, no matter how formidable Sword God Jing Feng might be, there would inevitably come a time when his physical strength would wane.

The moment Zhang Tiansheng's lips met hers, he felt Feng Yuanyuan's tongue—nimble as a spirit snake—assault his teeth, pushing straight into his oral cavity to hunt for his own sensitive tongue-tip.

Moreover, the saber in the White Horse's hand was of that thin, light, sharp, and yet pliable variety. Once its speed ramped up, it could even slice open the armor of heavy cavalry. Though it might not pierce completely through, it was terrifying enough. For light cavalry to be able to cleave the armor of heavy cavalry—such a concept seemed terrifying no matter how one thought about it.

"Hehe, Chu Xuan, how does it feel to step out of the base for the very first time?" the old man asked with a chuckle.

As they talked on and on, the conversation somehow drifted back to the topic of medicinal materials, which naturally brought up the longevity wood.

In fact, as long as it was not an intentional hardship, accommodating Zhang Can's request to add his own program was by no means a difficult task for artists like Ma Ruping and the others.

"Two months from now, the time isn't too tight; it happens to be right after I attend the birthday banquet for the sect master of the Heavenly Dao Gate." Qin Chi took out the token that Xue Lian had given him and flipped it over to examine it. Finding nothing, he put it back into his storage pouch, feeling a lingering curiosity as to the exact identity of the person Xue Lian had arranged to meet.

"Why on earth did things turn out this way?" Hao Xin repeatedly asked herself this question in her heart, yet no one answered her.

The teary glare of self-reproach and remorse was vaguely scattered across his face as Jing Yuanhang's gaze turned sharp. "It is not a matter of cruel fate playing tricks on us, Second Uncle. Even to this day, do you harbor no regret for what you did back then?"

"Ningning," he called out softly, his voice unexpectedly gentle, carrying the fragrance of a softly blowing spring breeze that seeped refreshingly into the heart.

"What is going on? An earthquake?!" Confronted with such a bizarre situation erupting all around them, Kong Lao anxiously asked in a loud voice.

The deceased deserved the utmost respect; until she had safely and peacefully seen her husband off on his final journey, how could she possibly find the time to concern herself with anything else?

"Dongzi, could it be this trinket that killed that tomb-guardian corpse? Could this silver needle be so formidable that it didn't even give the corpse a chance to react?" At that moment, Kong Lao voiced the doubt lingering in his heart.

"Ningning, may I?" Ning Shuiyue's low, intoxicating voice sounded exceptionally pleasing to the ear. Ji Yining's eyes turned crimson as she bit her lower lip and shook her head resolutely.

"My Lord, with a punishment like this, I am afraid that brawls among the soldiers will gradually increase in the future," Taishi Ci said with a hint of concern.

"Li Yaohui, what are you talking about? If you love to eat it, then eat it, but you can't force me to eat it as well!" Li Yinxia retorted.

Hong Yi could see it all too clearly: there was no longer any place for him in Shiyao's eyes, and deep within her heart, there was likely no room left for him either.

Hong Yi's tone had also shifted, turning persistent and resolute, while his words transformed from an initial "I want" into a firm "I must."

Yin Shixiu spoke in a modest tone, entirely devoid of the arrogance and contempt he had intentionally displayed earlier toward Guo Tong and Yin Shiqing when conversing with an elder.

"So be it, I shall spare your life. But should you ever dare to betray me, you already know what the outcome will be." Lin萧 turned around and gave a hand-waving summons. Instantly, the golden long spear transformed into a stream of water that drifted toward the palm of his hand.

Jin Wu had left explicit instructions before descending: no matter what, the moment they reached the absolute bottom, they were to ascend immediately.