Long-term residence

Ying Chongyun followed Zhong Yanbei back to Yanmen Mountain, intending to give Ji Ningzhao some time to recover from the impact of recent events. Had he known that Ji Ningzhao, as she mulled things over, was actually planning to sever ties with him completely, he would never have left so readily—even if it meant shamelessly staying behind to endure a few more slaps from her.

During Ji Ningzhao’s convalescence, she received no visitors other than Ruan Qing and Chi Zhaoxi. Meanwhile, Ying Chongyun spent two days and nights in deep conversation with Zhong Yanbei.

"Let’s do this instead, Tashield," Zhong Yanbei said, "You should organize the data on the player legions and list all the players in our city that we can currently mobilize."

Although the disciples of Tianji Valley were not strong in terms of combat power, that did not mean they were weak. In the face of an enemy capable of seeing through, deducing, or even altering your fate, anyone would be powerless.

The old man had hair and beard streaked with white, deep wrinkles etched into his face, and wore clothes patched countless times. Yet his complexion was remarkably healthy.

Outside the Silent Valley, the Liao dynasty guards, upon learning that the Demonic Lord of the Heavens had vanished, scrambled away in terror.

Liang Hairong, after eavesdropping on the conversation between Yelü Deguang and Lu Wanli, finally learned that the Khitan emperor intended to retreat his troops. Overjoyed, she wanted to hurry back to Jizhou and report this vital intelligence to her father, urging him to persuade Du Zhongwei to wait for the Khitan army to withdraw to Shangjing before launching a campaign to reclaim the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun.

After dinner, Liu Tianxiong, weary from a day’s journey, felt unwell and just wanted to rest early. It was then that footsteps sounded at the door.

Yue Yiyang’s heart stirred at the thought of Ji Yun—her smile and demeanor fresh in his memory. Knowing she was now safely back at Youyun Manor, by her senior brother Lu Zhicheng’s side, and no longer in mortal danger, he felt comforted by his decision during their parting in Weizhou.

In the midst of void and chaos, a flash of black light darted by, following Quan Lingzi as he slipped into a spatial rift—unnoticed by anyone.

Qin Mu’s gaze swept over the crowd, their eyes full of anxiety and dread. He then looked higher, and finally, amidst their stunned faces, his eyes rested upon Jiu Yuan, whose expression remained utterly indifferent.

The young man surnamed Chu was a notorious playboy with only mediocre cultivation, completely unable to withstand the aura of Xiao Ling’s wrath. He was so frightened he could barely speak, his already pale face now utterly bloodless.

“Hmph, it’s too late for words now. Just prepare to die,” Feng Qingyu sneered, now beyond reason; no amount of Shen Feng’s threats or intimidation could sway her.

Shen Feng could not stand these disciples who flaunted their power. As he spoke, his temper flared.

Suddenly, a loud crash rang out as countless shards of rock struck Zhang Yang’s head. He did not make a sound—clearly, the incident with Bai Ling had left him deeply shaken.

Helan Third Master was incredulous: “How many years has it been? He still hasn’t forgotten?” Glancing over, he saw Zuo Zhan sitting with his knees hugged to his chest, his face a mixture of sorrow and sweetness, eyes filled with helplessness and deep affection—it was more than enough to convince anyone.

She paid no more attention to Su Qing and hurried off to find Gui Xin. Only after Gui Xin’s inquiries did she learn that Xi Yao had just left the residence.

What a joke—how could a Nascent Soul stage cultivator be someone to provoke? With a flick of their finger, one could be utterly obliterated.

“All right, the magistrate has spoken—let’s all head back so business isn’t delayed,” Du Yuesheng said, exchanging glances with Yuan Haipeng and Xiang Danian. The two promptly dispersed the crowd.

The fourth level of the “Blood Tower” was reserved for the recovery of the martial madman Xiao Yang and the Pig Demon King. Though both were convalescing, there remained a vast difference between a divine beast and a human cultivator.

Higuaín and Chenlong were both the focus of this match—one making his debut as a star, the other as a newcomer. Both had achieved the same success, the same perfection.