Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Nascent Soul Had Truly Fractured
Over the next ten days, Bai Zi devoted himself to alchemy, treating Wen Ye’s injuries, and vigilantly overseeing Jiu Ze’s cultivation. With Wen Ye’s guidance, Jiu Ze showed no abnormalities, though his progress remained considerably faster than that of ordinary practitioners.
“Speed is to be expected; it’s the nature of the Moon-Chasing Technique,” Wen Ye explained.
If a formation were damaged even slightly during battle, it would cease to function and require costly repairs—expenses that were outrageously high. Not to mention the celestial stones consumed during combat.
“Yes, Master! Long Kong pays respects to all elder brothers and sisters!” Long Kong immediately clasped his fists in a respectful greeting, his obedience evident.
Hadn’t there already been secret attempts to contact the imperial army, with rebels sneaking out of the city by now?
Under the bright moonlight, every detail of the surroundings lay crystal clear. Compared to before, Lin Feng could see farther and more distinctly.
Had he known that Mu Hongfeng would choose to end her life over this relationship, he would have opposed it with all his might.
Sarah was utterly defenseless, her mind blank, unsure of how to respond.
“Aren’t you here purely to rescue me from serious trouble?” Chen Guhong asked with a hint of curiosity and amusement. Coming from this chatterbox, the phrase “serious trouble” sounded oddly humorous.
“Hm, put on the colorful phoenix coronet properly, then wear a mask. Even if someone recognizes you, we’ll have a way to escape. Don’t worry,” Jiuyue said after a moment’s thought. He handed me a fiery red face mask; once I covered my face, no one would be able to identify me.
Previously, the rebellion in the three prefectures had slaughtered two thousand people in one fell swoop, and the terror had yet to fade. Less than a month later, the Taiping army cut down over three hundred more in Wushan Prefecture. The news of Wushan’s fall sent shockwaves through all of Songjiang.
I don’t know what he’s doing now, but without him as an opponent, this game played with powerful merchants and vast fortunes as pawns would be far too dull.
Within less than an hour after the news was delivered, a fifth of the cultivators who had come to follow from Xuanyuan Hill had already vanished.
“Didn’t I tell you all to disperse? From now on, you’re free. Go home,” Jiang Chen declared.
“Don’t leave the house these days. Mobilize all the brothers and defend our home. We can’t let anyone die mysteriously like Old Zeng,” he ordered.
“A beauty? I thought about it, but someone has already used that,” Liu Muying shook her pretty head.
She had clearly concealed her true appearance, looking quite ordinary. This made her bright, spirited eyes all the more striking.
Wuxin spoke plainly and casually, but Shangguan Yunjie’s expression was anything but casual—he looked puzzled. Who would bring a friend everywhere, inseparable like that? Especially when that friend was such an adorable and beautiful young lady.
The elder gently waved his long sleeves, and the disciples around him were swiftly sent away. Before him, the black-and-white yin-yang fish appeared out of thin air, intercepting all attacks from the Blood Buddha.
Ye Jiangchuan shook his head and continued his flight. He firmly believed that no matter how vast the world, he would travel every corner. Then, he would shatter the Divine Realm and destroy the Ferris wheel, utterly foiling their doomsday scheme.
This was a deadlock, and Jiang Chen kept unraveling it. His hands inevitably brushed against places they shouldn’t, but there was no helping it. Jiang Jiamei blushed deeply, wondering why Jiang Chen always seemed to find himself in embarrassing situations around her. The last time, he had even seen her butterfly-shaped birthmark.
Zhao Wan didn’t want to return, but seeing Huan’er waiting by the carriage and Zhao Ying’s icy expression, she panicked and hurried toward Huan’er’s side.