Chapter 54 Extra Update

Rubbing his eyes, Kanahara Kan propped himself up slowly with his right arm, though the movement was somewhat forced given the injury to his right ribs. Everyone stared at the backs of the three, barely daring to breathe, especially the ten cultivators at the peak of the Dan realm, who were frozen in mid-air, not daring to make a move.

“Not forced, not forced at all,” everyone echoed in unison, their voices perfectly harmonious.

“No, my wife isn’t home. She went to the island and hasn’t returned yet.” For some reason, I suddenly recalled Yan Hao’s words at the sales office when he fired at Gu Rushui, claiming to avenge Huang Yijia. At the time, I found Yan Hao’s remark utterly baffling. What was really going on?

It made no sense at all—how could they possibly know that I would appear here?

“It’s all right. When I was young, I committed many sins. This is a way to accumulate some virtue for myself, since I won’t live much longer anyway,” said Old Master Song.

Seeing things take a turn for the worse, the four quickly departed and took shelter in a farmhouse not far outside the city. For safety, Leng Tianfeng and the two from the postnatal realm disguised themselves and entered Xuchang through separate gates—one to buy provisions, the other to gather news.

I feigned casualness as I asked, fixing my gaze on her eyes. There was no other reason—I was probing Huang Yijia. If she responded openly, perhaps the condom really belonged to Niu Lili’s boyfriend. If she grew tense, it would indicate a guilty conscience.

After two weeks of spring break, the internal infrastructure was finally completed, and several pieces of equipment were installed.

Qiuchen watched helplessly as his father—his mentor in life—lost his mind before his very eyes. The most painful part was that he could do nothing.

Seeing the qi linking the twins inside the blue arena, the crowd erupted, and discussions buzzed throughout the hall.

Once one became a scholar, the days of poverty were gone forever; honor, wealth, and property followed in quick succession. In a flash, He Mengbai bought slaves and a mansion, tasting the sweetness of glory and opulence for the first time. That winter, wrapped in a fox-fur cloak, flanked by servants and riding a fine horse, he arrived at the gates of Idle Cloud Temple, from which he had parted three years ago.

Bai Xue’s words, coupled with the children’s cooperation, made Madam Sun and Madam Lu laugh softly in spite of themselves.

As the Fire Spirit Pearl spun, the flames of the sea surged toward it, all absorbed into its core.

“So long as I don’t wish it—no one can take it away,” Bu Er spoke slowly, his gaze falling on the drifting cherry petals, his tone faintly chilly and ethereal.

He Mengbai asked no further, seeming to understand and yet not at all. But he knew it did not matter whether he grasped it or not; Jingxiu was a singular old man, and he admired him. The old man, too, admired him. Thus, he had lived at Idle Cloud Temple for a year.

Qiongqi’s pupils contracted; its wings trembled, and a violent gust flung Bu Er back three meters, crashing him against a tree. Scarlet blood slid from the corner of his mouth, its coppery scent quickly saturating the air.

“It was that day, when I asked you to lie for me—I was actually meeting that man,” Lin Siya said.

Bai Xue wanted to experiment in the space, but fearing that it might attract unnecessary trouble, she put the idea aside for now.

After leaving the others, Han Lin came alone to this place, choosing to meditate in the open basin outside the entrance.

Since the ghost gu had fused with the blood through sorcery, it was clear the old lady’s problem could not be addressed elsewhere. Qin Fen pondered how to integrate talismans into the blood itself.

Upon realizing this, Feng Feifei’s pretty face flushed with embarrassment, then burned with anger. She glared at Qin Fen with murderous intent, ready to charge at him again.

Just as Ouyang Zhenghua was growing anxious, Jiang Jingde appeared delighted, praising and extolling Elder Weng’s poem.

Their greatest hope was to break through this void and escape, but sadly, they could do no harm to this space.

She knew a bit of feng shui, and reasoned that such a good place being undiscovered for so long must have a cause. Recalling Qin Fen’s confident assertion that a great tomb lay here, she believed his guess was likely correct, for only places with excellent feng shui could remain hidden for extended periods.

“All right, let’s hurry inside—soon there’ll be so many people, signing up will be difficult,” said Chu Li, as more vehicles arrived and the crowd grew. He decided not to linger.

“Wang Xuance, if you wish to die, just say so,” Ye Qingzhu’s gaze turned cold, and the temperature in the room dropped several degrees.

“You mean, we build our own venue, like the Red Pavilion, and operate it ourselves?” He Li’s mouth dropped in astonishment.

He thought buying a car for himself would be convenient for coming and going, so he wouldn’t have to trouble Jiang Wan for rides anymore—it was a bit embarrassing at times, and rather awkward.