Chapter 43

After leaving the Lord's Temple waters, everyone finally let out a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the steamship to pant heavily, filled with the excitement of having survived a disaster.

Now that the God-Burial Domain and the dead spirits of the ancient battlefield were engaged in battle, they probably wouldn't have the spare energy to explore any forbidden zones.

Qiao Xin'er's eyes were deeply sunken and wide open, her complexion sallow and her hair disheveled, making her look utterly terrifying.

Bidding farewell to the Energy Bank, Li He, in high spirits just as the dazed former CEO of the Energy Bank had guessed, walked steadily toward the Tribunal without a moment's pause.

Despite saying that, she was secretly vowing in her heart that she refused to believe there was any modern-day saint who could resist her charm.

"Darling, I've missed you to death these past few days!" Liu Xinyue buried herself in Lin Hai's arms with a look of pure bliss.

When Zheng Chen mentioned Mo Tianyin midway through, Mu Yanran's expression instantly turned somewhat unsightly. Zheng Chen could tell that Mu Yanran still had lingering feelings for Mo Tianyin; after all, Mo Tianyin had taken meticulous care of her for so many years, and now that he had met a tragic death, she indeed found it difficult to accept.

These two names were heavily tabooed in the middle realms of Samsara, and no one dared to address them directly, privately referring to them only as the "Madman Brothers."

"Knowing that you would definitely resist ugly clothes, I specially prepared a new one for you—my very own brand-new design. How is it? Not ugly anymore, right?" Mu Qingzi said, an unnatural curve forming at the corner of her mouth.

Having long known Sun Qian's character, Luo Yan had never intended to pry into all of his secrets; even as husband and wife, they should each have their own privacy. Knowing that this man sincerely loved her and was willing to die for her was quite enough; everything else was completely unimportant.

Setting up an altar to pray for rain for over a dozen days was a rather bizarre undertaking, which made Li Chunfeng feel quite embarrassed and deeply uncomfortable. Because of the scorching heat, walking back and forth under the blazing sun was truly grueling.

"What? Two months apart and you've forgotten your brothers?" A faint, gentle smile crept across Qi Ke's refined face.

Chu Yunxi hurriedly said: "But the Nameless Sword is only of the fourth tier. When I eventually break through to the Great Circle of Foundation Establishment and form my Golden Core, this sword will become useless. The Twin Winds Swords excel at speed, but are utterly unsuited for offense and defense, making it impossible to truly unleash sword Qi."

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Several days later, their group finally arrived at the foot of Chiling Mountain. Passing through the Chiling Pass and ascending the foothills, they caught sight of the vast and ethereal West Sea in the distance.

"What is it?" Yu Meng, who was closest and felt the changes most clearly, asked with immediate, tense concern via telepathy.

Their attire resembled that of herdsmen, hunters, and Qiang soldiers—they looked like herdsmen because they wore rough, coarse herdsmen's fur robes, yet they wielded hunters' weapons, specifically level-30 enhanced hardwood hunting bows. Moreover, the ferocious killing intent they exuded was even more intense than that of Qiang soldiers.

"What?" Seeing him start a sentence and leave it hanging for half a day, Minrong raised her head in confusion.

Finally finishing all her tasks just as the time approached 12 o'clock, Qin Yi greeted everyone and planned to head to the culinary experience zone to enjoy lunch.

Facing the renowned Iron Lions, Yu Meng naturally would not treat them lightly, especially given Liu Lu's repeated tense warnings. Unable to care about conserving her rapidly dwindling personal source power, she immediately retrieved a bronze-grade directional teleportation scroll and crushed it to summon its power.

"It hasn't been a full month since we last met." Now rarely handling administrative affairs, Xia Hanhui indulged her lazy side. Especially in front of Duan Ziyi, sometimes her willful act of playing the rascal left people dumbfounded, and her spoiled pouts were utterly irresistible to Duan Ziyi. Yet, there was no denying that Duan Ziyi loved this side of Qiu'er to the very marrow of his bones.

"Hehe, I know that much. Rest assured, whatever I promised you, I will certainly fulfill," Delong said with a smile.

An expression that defied description immediately appeared on the fat man's face. He glanced at the two colleagues before him, then cast a look at Chu Cheng.

"Isn't this vine sprite a bit too massive? What level could it possibly be? For such a demonic entity to grow to this extent is truly extremely rare!" Sensing the consciousness of the vine sprite below and confirming that its weak soul had been completely blasted into oblivion, Ji Fan finally relaxed a little.

If not for the fact that his disciple token was entirely without flaw, people might even have mistakenly thought this fellow was a spy who had just infiltrated the Divine Cauldron Sect.

On the other side, the moment Qin Xian shouted the words "Sand Spirit," Jiji Lu, Halu, and Zi Xueer all looked over as well, their eyes filled with greed and temptation.

Just then, Old Madam Di sent a message over, relieving Old Man Di of his awkwardness. Upon hearing the situation on this side, Old Madam Di burst out laughing on the spot.

***

Bai Yu. She had not made a move just now, standing firmly in place as she witnessed with her own eyes the complete downfall and destruction of the three major factions.

The messengers had left the tent carrying Flos's orders, but the generals still lingered here. At this moment, none of the generals voiced any questions; after all, such an occurrence truly made it difficult to fathom what on earth had transpired.

In truth, Mufan had never intended to mention this to them in the first place. After all, if meeting the sovereign was used as bait, the two of them would certainly help, but what about afterwards?

Mufan was also left bewildered. Logically speaking, since Huang Liang had transmitted the message two days ago, Bai Yichen should have granted him an audience, yet he was simply waved through directly?

"That is seriously fucking weird!" After a long silence, Li Tianchou slammed the lecture notes shut with a snap and walked murmuring toward the balcony. He had long since grown accustomed to the bizarre abilities that manifested in his body from time to time.

Caught up in the high spirits of eating and drinking, several sworn brothers, flushed with wine, took turns stepping forward to spar in martial arts. Those who won were naturally triumphant, while those who lost merely received a few jeers. Among the brothers of the stronghold, however, not a single person cared about such trifles.

"What? My mount cannot enter the secret realm?" Just as Li Tianchou's voice faded, the Black Qilin shot the dark-clad Asura a massive side-eye, flashing like lightning in the pitch-black night with an air of supreme arrogance.

As his words fell, the two personal guards standing before him trembled slightly, and then stepped aside without the slightest hesitation.

After an exchange of polite pleasantries, Han Ran personally escorted them out of the mansion gates, ordering his two sons to personally escort Zhou Can out of the city. Afterward, he commanded that the four city gates be thrown wide open to allow the commoners to freely enter and exit.

When Zhang Shihuan laid out the prestigious titles of the master designers behind these garden landscapes, the students present became even more starry-eyed, showering continuous praise and admiration upon the garden-style scenery of the villa.

He was one of Zheng Fei's sycophants who had previously followed Zheng Fei in heaping sarcasm and ridicule upon Pei Donglai. Now that Pei Donglai had undergone a dramatic transformation—not only humiliating Zheng Fei on the basketball court like a dead dog, but also crushing Zheng Jinshan in a battle of influential fathers—how could he possibly dare to act presumptuously again?