Chapter 63: A Visit

When Hongxing was discharged from the hospital, only a faint pink mark remained on Lu Yalan’s face. The visit to Madam Mu was thus placed on the agenda.

Previously, Madam Mu had heard from Mu Chengyao that Lu Yalan had injured her face. She had sent over many ointments and scar removal medicines, and even specially instructed someone to remind Lu Yalan that a young lady must not be left with scars on her face. She told her to rest well at home and recover before coming to see her.

During their brief encounter at Qianyun Temple, Lu Yalan had developed a deep fondness for this elder. In her mind, the blank face of her own mother had, at some point, been replaced by the visage of Madam Mu.

Now that the scar on her face had almost faded, Lu Yalan felt Madam Mu would not worry too much upon seeing her. She could not wait to visit this respected elder.

Lu Yalan was speaking with Hongxing and A Cao—

"Do you think I wanted it to be that way? If Brother Ling were to become one of those living corpses, those war puppets, I'd rather die with him! What about you—what would you have done?" Tie Zheng cried out in anguish to the heavens.

They had witnessed the strength of the Ming Army firsthand—it was overwhelmingly powerful, almost to the point of despair. As for the might of the Ming fleet, that had been established over a decade ago, when the combined fleets of eight nations set out to challenge Ming and returned in utter defeat.

The black sickle whistled through the air, its keen edge sweeping with deadly force, forcing Tie Zheng to retreat again and again. Yet, intent on testing his own strength, he unleashed his power to the fullest; for a moment, he could barely hold his ground.

Lu Xia shivered, goosebumps rising all over her skin. Could this great monk truly be infatuated with her?

This time, Lu Xia remained unconscious for a whole week and had yet to awaken. Yan Shao and Xinan paid several visits to see her, but each time Lu Cang turned them away.

“I think you all, especially A Duo and Naya, since coming to Huaxia should be exposed to some of Huaxia’s background. I’ve considered it carefully—the military is the ideal place.”

Li Zhichen was utterly bewildered—he couldn’t fathom why Xiao Yuxue would make him swear such a pointless oath.

After a long sigh, the Lord of the East Wing instantly regained the composure befitting a master of the Out-of-Body Stage and strode grandly towards the exit.

“I’ve already sent a message to Dilan on WeChat, agreeing to take over as the sole agent for Huaxia, and now I’m handing it over to you.”

Wuxin the Daoist led the way, his face full of confusion. In their minds, the Thousand-Layer Cave, if not a labyrinth of a thousand chambers, ought to have at least a hundred entrances—how could it turn out to be a grand hall?

“Then what is General He doing?” Up ahead, General He stood at the city gate like a block of wood, gazing outwards. Shen Yafei knew well that, with his status, he couldn’t possibly be appointed to guard the city gate.

Very few people could truly master the Ultimate Five Elements—so few that even “as rare as phoenix feathers” scarcely sufficed to describe them. Yet those who came close to the ultimate were not so rare. In truth, when I had first inherited the techniques, I knew little about them; it was only as time passed that I slowly gained understanding.

Jun Ziyang’s celestial attribute attacks could also be considered a counter to the dark attribute, though not as powerfully as light or divine attributes.

The most humiliating thing was that he was still kneeling on the ground, utterly spent, unable to get up.

He glanced around for Shen Yafei, but she was not in the outer room. He searched the inner chamber, but she was not there either. So, he went to open the door.

Liu Peng followed to the villa entrance. Watching her retreating figure as she ran out, he suddenly felt, for reasons he could not name, that Chiba Naixi’s back looked lonely—even, perhaps, pitiful.

Jun Ziyang had already shared this information with the others, and Old Lu had also heard the news from his own city. Thus, today promised to be the most relaxing day.

Netherworld Immortal Path. These four words—this ghostly path—was something they had never heard of before. Or rather, they only now realized that the ghostly path I cultivated was truly called the Netherworld Immortal Path.

None of us could believe what lay before our eyes. It was as though we had been transported to another world—had we unwittingly crossed into a realm of the supernatural?

Jack hesitated for a moment, then did as he was told, recounting the issues his subordinates had reported to him these past few days. His troubled expression made it clear he had not solved them.

Yet when such things happened to oneself, how many people could truly remain unaffected?