Volume One, Chapter 79: Li Ruochu Is Manipulated

This time, Feng Yizhou didn’t disturb Li Ruochu’s rest, but instead gave her some space to herself. After everything she had been through, she deserved some peace and quiet.

The next morning, Li Ruochu awoke from her dreams, feeling completely rejuvenated. She took great care with her appearance, even pinning the strawberry hair clip that Feng Yizhou had given her into her hair.

“Let’s go, keep moving forward. I refuse to believe that both a person and a ghost could simply vanish into thin air like this!” With a furious expression, she darted ahead, and the Xu family cultivators behind her dared not voice a single complaint, quickly following in her wake.

Meanwhile, in the midst of relentless battle, Ye Huan was constantly at a disadvantage. He had to rack his brains to dodge the priest’s attacks; the slightest lapse in concentration would mean instant death. The priest, on the other hand, didn’t care in the least, even when Ye Huan managed to land a couple of blows.

“You’re not my fiancé! Why can’t you get it through your head? Unless you reach the Aperture Forging stage, you are not my fiancé!” Qing Man Tian huffed in exasperation.

When the tortoise shell appeared, the ancient corpse halted all movement, its gaze fixed entirely on the artifact. The powerful aura radiating from the tortoise shell posed a deep and tangible threat to the ancient corpse.

Huang Qingyuan strode over and slapped one of the men sharply across the face. Huang San staggered, nearly losing his balance and falling to the ground.

Time was of the essence. Without any delay, the two of them boarded a plane to Switzerland that very night.

“The Ice God Sect, the Qi Empire, and the Chu Empire’s fellow cultivators arrived the day before yesterday. Apart from the Qin Yue Sect, who are still on their way, the others have all arrived today,” Sword Two reported.

“Is that so? Then please wrap all of these up for me. But I must warn you, I really won’t pay you, because I don’t have any money,” Tang Wanting said with a smile.

Mu Lingtian was deep in thought and hadn’t noticed that Luo Xue was crying until he heard her soft, stifled sobs.

Zhao Yishan gazed down at the cultivators from the Taste Pavilion. He took a black token from one of their hands and, together with several Night Envoys, entered the auction house a mile away.

When Lan Ling’er returned to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, Mu Xinghan had already left. Feng Ran’s complexion had improved as well, clearly feeling much better.

The blue sports car stopped at the entrance of the Gu Group. Tang Qian looked up—the building’s floors stretched straight into the night sky, the rooftop shrouded in darkness, blending with the starless sky. Tonight, with not a single star shining, the building seemed endless.

The young men scrambling for food scattered at the sight of Ouyang’s ferocity, howling as they dodged out of his way.

Thinking of this, Lady Wu couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow for her. Born into the royal family, everything had been arranged for her. Trying to escape had proven to be such a struggle.

He sensed a strange familiarity in the surroundings. Though he drew closer slowly, the feeling was unmistakable.

The green vines tightened ever further, wrapping around him until, at last, he was completely enclosed within them.

The anger Lan Ling’er felt was swiftly replaced by confusion. Everything was too bizarre—the sudden appearance of the man in black, the sudden arrival of Mu Xinghan.

Gongsun Yangyi was not distant from him, but as Gongsun Yangyi’s grandmother was a concubine and not the main wife, by his generation, the connection to the Fu family had grown faint.

Suddenly, there was a rustling in the grass. Before the two had time to react, a wolf sprang from the undergrowth without warning, launching itself at them.

Zhuge Lie and the two elders from the Zhuge family all watched Zhu Yan with barely concealed delight, making no effort to clarify Sima Yuan’s identity. As for the others, they had never had the chance to meet Sima Yuan and thus had no knowledge of his cultivation.

The crowd of onlookers, tossed between despair and hope, finally witnessed the wonders of the natural laws in action.