Chapter 37: The Green Tea Bitch

Chen Yufei’s mouth twitched slightly.

"I am not older than you."

"That still makes you my older sister, my cousin!" Li Moyan giggled.

"..."

Watching the tension in the hospital room rise...

Today, Yun Mengfeixiang, while lost in his depths, once again heard a strange noise. But this time, he could not identify the speaker; it was a voice he had never heard before, possessing the world-weary tone of an old man, yet underscored by the resonant strength of a man in his prime.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was indifferent to Xiang Lan’er’s words at first, but as he listened further, his expression grew solemn, and a look of surprise flickered in his eyes.

The second-tier reward was similar: a supreme-grade pill called the Hidden Qi Turtle Spirit Pill. Its main ingredients were ten-thousand-year-old turtle blood and thousand-year-old ginseng. The turtle blood, naturally, could only be obtained after slaying the boss. The Dali Sword Alliance merely spent the cost of other, less rare herbs and the service fee of a master alchemist.

"I... I have a small matter, I’m not sure about it and wanted to discuss it with you. I’ve been waiting for you for ages, and just as I was about to leave, you returned!" Shang Yue hurriedly stepped back, creating some distance between herself and Liu Xiao, her face flushing with embarrassment.

As blood flowed, Leiyisha swung her arms rapidly, utilizing the crimson liquid to trace patterns in mid-air. Following her movements, an exceptionally complex magic circle, drawn entirely from her own blood, instantly appeared in the air.

Frowning in confusion, she wondered: could it be that this spatial ring only offered more space, while the strength of the spatial shield remained the same?

However, although the Sword Alliance had won, it was a pyrrhic victory. Despite being unprepared, the Gun Alliance players were tempered by the practical experience of banditry and looting. Once the initial panic subsided, their fearless ferocity took over, and they dragged quite a few Sword Alliance players down with them.

Dapeng’s performance was no different from anyone else’s, which disappointed Daoist Qingchen; he had expected Dapeng to demonstrate something more outstanding.

"But brother, what will you do if you ascend? Hehe, looking at you, you are only one step away from becoming a Celestial Immortal, aren't you? Based on my understanding of you, ascending to the Heavenly Realm is just a matter of a few years. If you leave, there will truly be no one to stop the blind from bullying me!" As Jiadi said this, her eyes turned red.

***

Qin Luowan reached the Doufeng Hall without obstruction. In the eight years since she entered the academy, this was only the second time she had arrived so early; the first was on the day of her enrollment.

Outside the Rose Garden, a shrill scream echoed, accompanied by splashing blood, yet it left no trace behind.

Chen Sheng shook his head. As the saying goes, great skill breeds boldness. The malevolent energy of the Black Abyss Prison would indeed cause interference during alchemy, but it had little effect on him.

Han Jin’er, having lost face, felt terrible and was so annoyed she wanted to strangle Qin Luowan. But with the Emperor present and Ye Guqi, that pride of heaven, watching, she could not afford to lose her composure.

Zhao Lin did not care; in fact, he had already inquired that the island's supreme commander was a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator.

This Alchemist Chen was truly so considerate; despite having the power to be forceful, he chose gentleness and thought of others in everything he did.

Just moments ago, she had been standing by the fountain, keeping a low profile with her head down, shielded by her personal assistant and a parasol, so she had not yet been spotted by fans.

Mei Shilin heard his clear and logical speech, offered a word of advice, and walked toward his own home.

On a spiritual mountain, there were magnificent palaces, adorned with jade trees and precious flowers, with mossy spiritual herbs growing on the steps, exuding the aura of a blessed land everywhere.

Daoist Jingtang’s eyes were fierce, his body wreathed in misty malevolent energy like a demon god. He glared at the young man from the Hufeng Temple, crushing the psychological defenses of Daoist Gushan.

Turning around, Zhang Tianyi took out the wooden fish he had borrowed from Xuantong. This wooden fish had been in Wushan Temple for hundreds of years, used by every successive abbot. The abbots of Wushan Temple were generally high-ranking monks with immense spiritual power.

If that was the case, what was so much better about Sima Yi’s wife, Zhang Chunhua, that famous virtuous helper?

Chen Chuan glanced at Zhang Lei and Yang Rui; they were still in meditation, meaning they had not yet emerged from their inner state.

By the time I had stayed inside for nearly a year, Lin Dan came. I didn't expect him to return. I saw those dead fish eyes of his again; staring into them for too long would make anyone afraid.

***

Several talisman papers emitted a sizzling sound. While attempting to hold back the resentful spirits lunging from behind, they also struggled against the great net under Ah Li’s incantations, yet it seemed to have no effect at all. Some talismans even drifted to the ground, the cinnabar on them faded and featureless. Ah Li frowned tightly, her hands spinning and shifting rapidly!

Chen Chuan circled the manor once; everything remained unchanged. It seemed Ruisi had managed things well; he hadn't gone to pick up the German Crown Prince, but instead stayed at the manor to look after the house.

"This round—Fang Ni wins!" As an elder shouted, the crowd finally reacted, gasping in shock. "Fang Ni has successfully advanced to second place!" came another shout from the elder.

The old monk couldn't help but glance over when he heard someone call his dharma name; he hadn't expected this person to be here as well.

Thinking back now, with Qi Yishu’s showy nature, if her swimming skills had truly been good enough to save someone, it would have been impossible for her never to have mentioned this ability later on.

I opened WeChat to check, then gathered the courage to call Chu Ling again, but it was still unreachable.

"Good disciple, you have brought honor to your master. On your birthday, I will give you a surprise." The vice-hall master patted his shoulder, feeling a deep fondness for him; the more he looked at him, the more he liked him—he seemed like a treasure bowl that could bring him wealth.

The pawnshop’s mark, the time loop that my grandfather also experienced—nothing could be more coincidental than this. "It absolutely cannot be my grandfather’s." My stance remained the same; I trusted my grandfather.

This time, her health was much better, and she had the strength. Xiumei prepared thoroughly, gathering enough deadwood to fill half a cave; otherwise, if there were another heavy rain, even the deadwood would get soaked. As for the twigs on the ground, they certainly couldn't be used for burning.

Feng Hongyin understood clearly that it didn't matter if she was a vain person; regardless, for a servant like her, being able to marry him would be the ultimate vanity.