Chapter 64: I will. I will protect you, Shen Liangyan.

“Who brought you here?”
Xu Yu’s face was dark and foreboding, as if a storm was about to break.
Xu Jing, with the immaturity of youth still etched on his features, stubbornly held his head high, refusing to speak, his expression full of defiance.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll take the house back. I bought it for you because I wanted you to settle down and build your future in this city—not to grow distant from you.”
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He remembered, however, that he woke up early the next morning, and not long after awakening, misfortune befell him—his cultivation was destroyed, and he was expelled from the Imperial Palace.
“You two should be at the peak of the Formation Realm, about to break through to the Master rank. I believe it won’t be long before we stand on the same starting line. Then, prepare to eat the dust I leave behind.” Yang Yu smiled, as if it were only natural.
Though it wouldn’t drown Mo Ren all at once, this passive defense would eventually exhaust his mana completely.
Mu Xifeng nodded thoughtfully at these words, realizing the logic. The Immortal Realm was a hundred times richer in spiritual energy than the Mortal Realm, so naturally, all herbs there were many times more potent. Thus, pills crafted at the same rank in the Immortal Realm contained power of an entirely different quality.
Zhang Shaoyang must have committed some heinous act within the Zhang family; otherwise, the patriarch and the steward wouldn’t hate him so bitterly.
Liu Wuzhou shouted to those around him, “Don’t panic. Let’s withdraw to Fenyang Palace! Let Li Shimin crack his head open there!” Though defeated, he remained unflustered, wielding his golden-ringed broadsword with fierce authority. Of course, it was Wu Zun Bi Xuan who had died. In his heart, Liu Wuzhou was shocked, yet he felt a certain malicious glee and secret delight.
Stepping outside, he found the snow still falling. The flakes drifted down unhurriedly, and the snow on the road was much deeper than when he’d first arrived.
“Do you have tickets?” Just as they reached the South Gate, a guard pointed at Mu Xifeng and his companions, asking them in a cool, indifferent tone.
“Forget it, if she doesn’t want to go, let her be. She only has a month left until she returns—let her rest well. She’ll be very busy once she’s back.” Yang Yu nodded, leading Zhang Mengjie away from the villa.
And I, stubbornly refusing to be pitiful, cling to this bit of pride as my only support. Without it, I wouldn’t know how to keep going.
Since the mountain entrance wasn’t far, Old Wang always went in the morning and returned at night, resting for a night before heading out again.
I wanted to dodge, but those tridents seemed to follow my movements, making it impossible to escape. Just as they were about to strike me, a layer of glass suddenly appeared in front of me, shielding me from their blows.
Because the sentry paced back and forth along the side of the courtyard, unless Wang Yan passed within two meters of them, he’d likely remain undetected. Thus, Wang Yan successfully opened and inspected two boxes without trouble.
I thought for a long time and suddenly realized a possibility: If Elder Chen was truly wronged and it wasn’t Long Jinfeng’s doing, then by coming to Long Jinfeng, the real mastermind would assume Long Jinfeng was helping Elder Chen. My visit, in fact, would bring Long Jinfeng some trouble.
Mu Mangzi didn’t know that at this moment, King Python Salt Dragon was holding a grand “Resurrection Festival” in his treasure cave. Though he and his ten brothers had become human and no longer hibernated, his former kin still kept up the old habit.
“Captain Shao, wake up, Captain Shao.” Everyone was calling his name, and Shen Tong was administering first aid.
“Even the captain is a devil. Besides, what use is being captain?” Shi Min said. Niu Fei looked at Shen Yun, always feeling there was some hidden connection between Shen Yun and this instructor.