Volume 1, Chapter 23: Rejoining the Maternal Family

Reuniting with the Maternal Grandfamily

The next day, just as the sky began to pale with the first light of dawn, everyone preparing to flee the famine rose early, finished their breakfast, and stood ready for departure.

Su Yunhai had prepared supplies for two ox carts and two mule carts, in addition to a horse-drawn carriage. The carriage was designated for the women and children of the family, allowing them to take turns resting inside. He also lent his two spare mule carts to his third brother, Su Dalin. To Su Yunhai’s surprise—for he had assumed the elderly Su couple and the eldest branch of the family were dead set on staying—they were ready as well.

She cast a furtive glance around, hoping to see if Lin Lang had arrived, but Tuoba Hong stood entirely alone. Just as a sense of disappointment began to settle in, a low, stifled sob erupted from behind her.

One must understand that for cultivators of their level, most magical artifacts were bestowed by their elders and were not refined through their own personal skill. Take Duan Yan’s Li-Guang Sword, for example; while formidable, it did not obey him in the slightest. It was unheard of for a magical artifact to fly out of a storage pouch on its own to engage another’s weapon in battle.

She clung to him desperately, wrapping her arms around his waist. The moment her face pressed against his back, that familiar sensation came flooding back.

"Lady Zuo Zhaoyi, won't you unfold the garment and take a look? In case there is anything unsatisfactory, we can still make adjustments," Feng Qing asked loudly, a corner of his mouth tilted in a mocking smirk.

"Hmph." The man let out a cold snort. He reached out with slender fingers, seized Han Yiruo by the wrist, and with a slight tug, pulled her firmly before him.

Before Duan Yan could finish his sentence, his severely damaged consciousness could no longer bear the strain, and he slumped into a dead faint.

She asked about this and then that, her earnest expression so charming that Ye Chusheng was left utterly dazed.

As the others ordered the struggling disciples of the Yunluo Sect, who were attempting to flee, to "behave themselves," they diverted their attention to observe Jiang Xinyue’s actions.

After several failed attempts that inexplicably led her back to the starting point, Su Jiaohe’s clothes were already in a state of disarray.

A moment later, a hoarse voice drifted from the room: "The items are in the ceramic jar by the door." The voice could hardly be called a voice at all; it sounded more like the whistling of wind through a throat.

When the bells on Mount Daoshi first rang, countless cultivators flocked to the mountain to pay their respects, including those from the other four great cultivation realms.

Ji Lingsheng did not bother with formalities; he tossed the silver to the carriage owner, stepped into the cart, and drove away, with Black Wind trotting happily behind. The dazed owner stared at the silver in his hand—enough to cover the cost of an entire carriage—and wondered if he should even bother retrieving his vehicle that night.

Although their son had been dead for over a year, a parent’s love never fades. The feeling that their son was about to become someone else’s child was beyond words.

At the final, critical moment, Li Mohe clung tightly to one of the legs of the ten-thousand-pound Mountain and River Cauldron, narrowly escaping disaster. Luoluo, who had been watching her refine pills from the side, grabbed onto Li Mo’s foot, also escaping a fiery fate.

Ji Lingsheng felt thoroughly uncomfortable under the laughter and glared at Xue Yu with a threatening look, but it backfired; Xue Yu became even more brazen, laughing until she swayed like a delicate flower dancing in the mountain breeze.

If you stall on the path of transcendence because of your father’s existence, those further along the road will look down upon you.

Because of this unexpected guest, both Qin Yang and Situ Xiang felt burdened, no longer as relaxed or natural as they had been before.

Although he had always sensed that the waters were deep, it was only through these words that Chen Hao truly grasped the immense power wielded by the departments secretly supported by the state.

Could she have arrived "late"? She remembered that before Miku met Itsuka Shido, there was only one confirmed record of her manifesting in the world.

"I wonder if this strange fire is male or female," Li Mo muttered to herself. She then grabbed the Ice Lotus strange fire, placed it back inside the ice necklace, and set up a simple concealment array around it before continuing to undress and inspect herself in the mirror.