Chapter 43: Guidance from the Master

Jiang Tian knew he could not hide it from Mei Changfeng, so he chose to come clean. He immediately sent the Revitalizing Vitality Pill into the cauldron’s internal space.

Meanwhile, Yun Chen greatly enjoyed having such a lively and beautiful younger sister, and so he cared for Shen Siyu in every possible way.

Judging by the opponent’s speed, their physical strength must be close to five thousand tiger’s force—more than twice his own.

An hour later, Mu Ziyun and the others found an alley, sat down in a row against the wall. Their clothes were soaked, whether from sweat or lake water was unclear, but they all looked wretched. Even the usually imposing Prince Zhuan Wangxu seemed utterly deflated, subdued by the ever-changing Water Reflection City.

Those four divine artifacts, carried along by the currents of time, drifted down to the mortal world. Perhaps because of the bonds of their past lives, the four would always appear within a thousand miles of each other, and as long as the Red Silk Ribbon existed, the Seven-Colored Glazed Sword could never reach its true power.

“Haha! Did you think you could escape by tearing through the void? Far too naïve,” Zi Lingtian laughed heartily, relishing the thrill of toying with his prey. A cold smile tugged at his lips, silver-white light flickering in his eyes.

The team leader was still confused when Yun Fei brought the medal close to the communicator at his waist. A string of code immediately appeared on the device’s screen, and the team leader’s eyes went wide with shock.

If Yun Chen before had given it a sense of oppression but left it confident of victory, now it felt only despair.

After all, in the late Nascent Soul stage, control over one’s spiritual domain was absolute, a level the early and middle stages could not match.

Of course, this was only a feeling of mastery. What truly lay within this temple, I could not know by sensing alone. Discovery would require my own personal exploration.

Zhang Chenyi could no longer force a smile. He realized he had once again been used as a pawn, not only by Liu Yunxiu, but also by his greatest secret backer, Greed Wolf. Now that Greed Wolf had abandoned him, regret consumed him—regret for ever running to Shanghai.

“Director Liu, how will you resolve my son’s case? Has the shooter been caught?” The speaker was Zhang Qiang’s father, Zhang Chuyuan, vice president of the Beijing Chamber of Commerce.

Watching Akiko Qingshan scurry anxiously into the bathroom, Zhang Tianyou couldn’t help but chuckle, descending the stairs in high spirits.

Though the sweet potatoes grown in the backyard covered less than a third of an acre, with the spring water’s irrigation, the yield was impressive. Judging by the harvest, there would be at least two thousand pounds of sweet potatoes to dig up.

“It’s me, Liang Chen!” Liang Chen replied in a low voice, retreating a step so the person inside could clearly see him through the peephole.

At the same time, in a teahouse in Wuhan, Liu Yunxiu sat in a private room with the Dongfang sisters, all waiting in silence, as if for someone’s arrival.

Moving gently off the bed, Liang Chen let out a quiet sigh of relief. This was his bedroom—or rather, it was now Lan Yue’s. Apparently, Lan Yue, not wanting him to be uncomfortable on the sofa and wishing to care for him, had helped him to the bed.

“Qi Quan, Uncle Li owes you an apology.” Uncle Li’s voice sounded older than ever, barely more than a whisper, but to Duan Qiquan it fell like a heavy blow.

After Gu Weimian regained consciousness, the doctor recommended she remain for observation, but she insisted on leaving.

Within her, a wavering thought began to take shape, gradually growing clear and resolute.

Xia Nuannuan slowly sat up on her bed, clutching her blanket, ears pricked as she listened intently.

“Uh…” Mi Qianqian’s first reaction was to look at Song Wanyu. Why hadn’t she been told about this problem before?

With that, Tang Qi strode out, leaving his disciples bewildered and slow to react.

Hearing this, Fairy Pear Blossom actually breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn’t come to seek vengeance after twenty years, then he truly didn’t blame her for taking his divine token. It seemed Scarlet God was still attached to her.

But to the Golden-Winged Roc King, vanishing meant truly disappearing, not even a trace remaining. With a flap of its wings, it could cover a hundred thousand miles; stretching them once, it spanned two hundred thousand miles. What difference was there between such speed and disappearance itself?

Master Kongdu was lost in thought for a long while. Carefree One, Carefree One, so many years ago you were the most outstanding disciple of the Temple of Transformation, but, alas, you died by the hand of a disciple from Fangcun Mountain.

Some of the Black Demon Beasts struck by the attack didn’t even have time to scream before they died.

“I’ll tell you later,” I said. No matter how much I struggled to find the words, I could not explain it all. I looked down at my hands, busy washing a beer glass in the sink, feeling my cheeks burn.

After all, the panda was only an animal, acting entirely on instinct—yet its position was almost too perfect.

Meanwhile, on the other side, King Dark Void was having a miserable time; never had it been so wretched, chased like a stray dog.

Lonely One and Lonely Beauty spent the day before in the second level of the Stone Demon Cave, training with the Golden War General until the game ended. Yesterday, they didn’t enter the first level; instead, they flew out of the thick mist straight to Elven Valley. They didn’t disturb Ying Shui, and after their cultivation, they admired the valley’s beauty for a while before returning to the second level of the Stone Demon Cave.

For those who cultivate the path of fire, upon reaching the Great Circle of the Fate Wheel Realm, they can easily command fire laws within tens of yards—using them to seal or attack enemies.

If even Zhu Tianpeng’s Six Harmonies True Form was restless, there must be something extraordinary within the black clam shell.

The Third Prince, Long Yan, for saving Princess Long Xia in time, acted decisively and was rewarded the title of prince.

Those who first ascended the heavenly steps all succeeded in traversing that ancient imperial road, vanishing into the heavens amidst countless exclamations of awe.

The steward and the innkeeper both finished their bowls of tea; Cat Brother knew it was time to leave. The two men watched their workers, while Cat Brother quietly slipped away.

A folding fan swept from side to side, the painted landscape shifting and changing. Distant mountains and waters deflected each and every silver dart, none able to break through Sima Qingshan’s fan. The painted scenes transformed into another world, utterly isolating the outside danger.

Glancing instinctively out the window, I saw, sure enough, bolts of lightning streaking across the night sky.