Chapter 45: Never Come Looking for Me Again

Xu Yu felt a wave of desolation wash over her. She couldn’t tell whether she ought to be grateful for Shen Liangyan’s words—“Don’t ever come to me again.” Did those words mark the moment her path was utterly sealed?

Xu Yu pushed open the door of Wen Listening Pavilion, and it happened to be precisely seven in the evening.

The night rain swept against her face, and already there was a hint of oppressive heat in the air.

Summer was drawing near.

Xu Yu did not...

Father Su and Mother Su had never imagined that Su Bei would one day become so rebellious. Did she even understand the gravity of her words?

Father Han looked at Han Dongxu, his emotions surging violently, yet he found himself unable to utter a single coherent sentence.

But Lan Ying remembered with perfect clarity that her own intelligence, her transformation from an ordinary first-rank magical beast to one whose wit now eclipsed that of third-rank beasts, was all because of the person before her.

Given their tempers at this moment, any mention of the birthmark in the near future would likely end in disaster.

Han Dongyuan held her tightly, lowering his head to kiss her crimson lips—a kiss both earnest and passionate.

After leaving, Ye Xuecheng went to train at the Jade Serenity Pool, and every ten days, she would listen to the teachings of the Bodhi Ancestor.

Had it been her in that moment, facing Ye Lingtian’s strike, she knew that even if she gave everything she had, she could never have withstood it.

The Chief Steward remained silent, but the Captain snorted. Where else could he stay? The Chief Steward always arranged his accommodations.

This was Hui Niang’s thought at the time. She had devoted herself to cultivation, following Ye Xuecheng, deeply afraid that she would grow old and die before her time, wishing only for more days to accompany Ye Xuecheng.

Now that she was here, facing dozens of experts from the Duan family, she ought to be cowering with her neck shrunk, awaiting her doom.

The consciousness of the Mo Xie Sword surpassed that of most spirit beasts; apart from being unable to speak, it excelled in every other function.

The Seven Spirits and Five Essences Fruit was a top-tier earth-grade spiritual herb, incredibly rare and with a singular medicinal effect. Yet it was precisely this unique effect that made countless martial artists crave it, especially powerful Grandmasters like Ding Buer, for it greatly aided them in surviving the Three Tribulations.

Back when Dong Zhuo wrought havoc through Guanzhong and the Luo River, it was nothing short of a human tragedy. But now, in this moment, nothing—no matter how one looked at it—bore the slightest resemblance to such catastrophe.

Fei Qian now held high office and great power; marriage was not a matter to be handled lightly. Beyond informing the Cai family of Chenliu, he also needed to consult with the Huang family, lest Huang Chengyan suspect he meant to neglect Huang Yueying, thereby giving rise to unnecessary misunderstandings.

“Please don’t be angry, Father-in-law. This was my fault. I’ll go find Feifei!” Xiao Chuhuan finally said.

Yet the Myriad Venoms Sect acted with extreme caution; though they killed without blinking, most of their victims were solitary cultivators or disciples of minor sects with little backing. They never provoked major sects such as the Xuantian Sect.

“All right, all right, I’ll go see what I can find out and let you know,” the man replied, turning to leave.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Ling Feifei could no longer contain herself, her eyes brimming with deep loathing.

In an instant, the pupils of the Thunder Barbarian Sage contracted, horror surging within him to its utmost limits. He could hardly believe what he was seeing—for he didn’t even know how the Sage of the North Sea had appeared before him, much less how the man had bypassed his own domain’s defenses.

Upon seeing the square restored, and seeing both Tiger and Ye Qiong appear, Rocky gritted his teeth and, using the Moonstep, dashed through the air—heading straight for Ye Qiong.

Thunderous applause erupted over the scene; Zhang Hao, watching, felt a line of black form across his forehead. Was the Marrow Washing Pill even human? Did it warrant such a welcome? He doubted even President Zhan would receive such fervent applause here.

Yet Ye Tianyun had a premonition: the moment he chose to open up the nine-zhang Origin Sea, the lightning tribulation would come crashing down.

What Xiao Jiangyuan admired most about Zhuo Ying was her sense of proportion. He knew she often moved in and out of forbidden quarters, and many matters could not be spoken of before outsiders. Since he entered her household, unless she brought it up herself, he had never once inquired. Thinking that the matter of the Imperial Consort would surely go down in history, Xiao Jiangyuan summarized it simply, recounting it with gentle elegance.