Volume One, Chapter 85: Mr. Feng, Are You in Danger?

When Li Ruochu pushed open the door to Feng Yizhou’s room, she found him leaning wearily against the headboard.
“Did you go out to buy food or cook it yourself? Why were you gone so long?” Feng Yizhou looked up, his eyes bloodshot, a trace of suppressed irritation in his voice.
But Ling Feng didn’t care—he had come for the millennium soul ring, and would not leave until he got what he wanted.
“Yet every time I see you, it’s always this side of things,” Liu Feng’s voice echoed in Gao Yuan’s ear.
“Impossible. Not even a great master can bring the dead back to life,” Hua Daozi said, his expression darkening.
If everything belonged to the Evil Sect, then in the future, all the other sects would have to depend on the Evil Sect, perhaps even merge into it.
Yang Wu understood well—puppets comparable to those at the edge of merging with the Dao were incredibly rare, extremely difficult to craft. Even the God of Ten Thousand Paths, who was so skilled in this art, could only manage to make one puppet at the Dao’s edge in his lifetime, after years of effort.
She kept speaking, pausing every few sentences to question Huo Feng, who would only grunt in response.
As Mark finished speaking, several ninjas consciously drifted closer to Qiu Yeling and his companions. The Sand Hidden Village’s ninjas already held a numerical advantage, and with similar individual strength, that advantage became even more apparent.
Staring at the ice silkworm on the altar, the stone pillar swallowed hard, then reached out with his right hand and grabbed it.
It was a sealed cave; above was a rocky ceiling, with long stalactites hanging down. On the floor, a dark river flowed, and beside it grew a willow tree over ten meters tall, its branches brushing the stone overhead. Occasionally, droplets from the stalactites would fall, collecting in a pool of white liquid at the tree’s roots.
Li San ran to the entrance of the dilapidated farm to retrieve his wallet, but suddenly rain poured down. Cold air and heavy rain, and Li San, without an umbrella, had no choice but to seek shelter in the farm.
Asa Xin fell silent. She was acutely aware of her advantage—the less she spoke, the more pressure built on her opponent. The longer she did nothing, the closer the other edged toward collapse. It was like knowing something dangerous lurked in the darkness, and the longer the tension lasted, the likelier one was to make a mistake.
“You won’t accept?” Lin Dong was stunned. He’d expected Qiu Yunyu to cry, throw a fit, hit him, curse him, but never that she would simply give him four words: she wouldn’t accept.
Lei Tingting dashed through the corridor back to the glass prison, picked up the makeshift slingshot from the floor, and took the untouched glass of milk. She approached the red button that opened the door, straightened the slingshot into a rigid iron rod, and jabbed it hard against the button.
“Farewell? You think you can just leave…” The man curled his lips, but before he finished speaking, Ling Yun had already vanished.
Both products for skin care, located at the exact center of a certain special rock, were extremely difficult to collect.
The golden body surged unhindered, rushing into the heavens, drawing ever closer to the blood moon. Yet the pressure grew ever greater.
Zhang Liang’s expression tightened. With his left hand he formed a seal, his right hand traced an incantation, and blue and gold light simultaneously radiated from him. The Taiji diagram and the Buddha seal appeared, blocking the sweeping gale and the hidden icy blades within it.
Xiong Yu reached for Huang Ruir’s arm, but the moment his hand stretched out, he touched something soft. Huang Ruir let out a coquettish cry; Xiong Yu withdrew his hand like lightning, realizing that Huang Ruir was wearing nothing at all.
Du Heng glanced at him and said, “A warrior’s blood doesn’t fuss over such things. If you don’t believe me, ask him.” He meant Xu Yingdong.
If Lin Xueyao hadn’t arrived in time just now, Mo Li would probably already have become a wandering soul.