Chapter Sixty-One: Chase of Life and Death

Five minutes ago.

Indeed, this world was connected to the world of Uncle Nine that he was familiar with, and the plot was quite similar. In other words, Old Master Ren was destined to turn into a zombie, and his power after transformation would be terrifyingly strong.

Countless people came rushing toward Liu Wuxie, who at this moment was deeply trapped within the curtain of light, unable to advance or retreat.

"Sister-in-law, why won't you let the Jade-Faced Scholar stay in the manor?" Strictly speaking, Xie Jiarui had no business being in this setting, but he was determined to ask Han Qingmo to clarify what had just been said—specifically, what it would take for Chi Baiyu to allow him to reside in the estate. Thus, using the excuse of escorting Zhou Daming over, he made a justified appearance.

Nearly a hundred stone caves had been opened, and inside them, apart from skeletons, there was nothing at all. Why, then, were these two particular caves emitting such formidable radiances?

If they were to visit the Medicine Mountain, they certainly could not go empty-handed, especially since the young medicine boy had done him such a massive favor.

Good heavens, was this handsome simpleton the hero sent by the heavens to rescue Gu Ling'er from her sea of misery? If so, and if he were to ride upon a white horse, wouldn't he literally become the Prince Charming from fairy tales?

They had already heard Bian Qi's high-pitched vocal performance from the previous group and had been so astonished at the time that they felt no matter who performed in Group B, it would be impossible to surpass it.

All the magazines whose covers he had shot were there, and judging by the wear and tear on the pages, they must have been read and re-read countless times.

By this time, Guo Jing had released his golden whip and raised his hands to parry. Knowing he was heavily injured, Yin Kexi slowly retreated to the scaling ladder, sat cross-legged, circulated his internal energy to the Dantian, and forced down the blood threatening to gush from his mouth.

He deliberately slowed his pace; with his current Seven-Star Pace, ordinary Marrow Cleansing realm practitioners could not catch up to him, let alone these Xiantian realm cultivators.

Now hearing the conclusions drawn by Xuan Yunjin and Rong Moye, Zhang Yicheng could not help but sigh with emotion. This was making a mockery of one's own descendants; rather than trusting to luck and potentially facing real issues, it was far better to nip the problem in the bud from the very beginning.

It was not until Murong Yeli repeated it once more that Mu Wan finally reacted, realizing that at some point, her hand had come to rest upon the man's hand.

However, Zhang Yicheng could no longer bear to listen, especially to those cursing words, which made his blood boil with rage.

Just as she was about to turn and walk into the inner chamber, she heard footsteps approaching her. Raising her gaze, she met a pair of dark, glossy peach-blossom eyes. On Feng Junyi's strikingly handsome face was a rare and unprecedented gentleness. Just that single glance caused the Dark Spirit's heart to constrict, nearly making her forget what she was supposed to do.

Her family had committed such a heinous crime back then, and anyone connected to them had not been spared. If Xia Junyao had offered help at that time, he undoubtedly would have been implicated as well.

He checked inside his mouth for a moment before withdrawing it. Seeing the reading on the scale, his brow furrowed deeply.

With appearances so remarkably similar, and the ability to inexplicably make the members of the Heng clan so readily accept and entrust such a monumental responsibility, this truly was the only logical explanation.

Neatly arranged fruit trees dotted the slope below, and flowers of various colors bloomed across the entire hillside, accompanied by a few withered branches here and there. Just as Jinzi had said, this place would be even more breathtaking in the summer.

The man in black instantly vanished from the grand hall, leaving only Murong Zhe sitting in a daze upon the dragon throne.

One could only catch sight of two purple-blue and red-blue lingering afterimages rising and falling across the void, each continuously unleashing powerful sword auras and sword glares, crazily bombarding one another.

With those words, she turned around and, within mere moments, vanished down the tranquil, forested path, leaving behind only a faint fragrance, a few chirping birds, and the deeply embarrassed Fan Xian standing dumbfounded in her wake.