Chapter 85: Grand Master Zhang Daoran

“Haha...” Huang Yunhai seemed to grasp at this as if it were his last hope.

“I truly never expected it. As my sister, you’ve committed such a disgraceful act—befriending a traitor. Do you realize the shame you’re bringing upon our family?”

“You are…”

Gui Shu and Qian Ji had been keeping watch outside, and the moment they heard Rong Li’s call, they rushed in.

Oh, a diviner—one who reads the fate of nations and destiny itself. In the world of cultivation, only the Daoists truly possess such skills.

It wasn’t until night fell that he discreetly made his way to His Majesty the King’s bedchamber during the late-night meal. When he reached the first gate of the royal quarters, the king’s personal guards didn’t even question him, letting him through without hesitation.

On the video, Deputy Director Ling could be seen holding a pistol as he headed to the command center. The next frame showed him at the door, where he used his own pass to unlock the security gate and entered. After that, the footage ended.

But it was clear that not only Tu Kuku heard Master Xuanji’s message; Fu Zizhi, who stood nearby, undoubtedly received it as well.

Zhang Guihua scolded her son, but in truth, she could do nothing about him—especially when Jiang Mianmian was involved. She was fiercely protective.

She herself didn’t even know why she was crying. She only felt that this was her first love, and just like that, it had withered before it began. No! Zhu Yunyun wiped her tears at once—she absolutely refused to admit defeat.

Tu Kuku was left at a loss between tears and laughter, thinking helplessly, Senior Li really went to great lengths for her to understand the background of this “unspeakable” tale.

Rong Li maintained a smile the entire time, which made Rong Zhu want nothing more than to punch him. When Ren Quehuan was absent, he always looked like someone owed him money, with a face like death. But as soon as Ren Quehuan was near, he couldn’t hide his grin, as if he wanted the whole world to know what a fool he was.

He no longer cared about the drain on his spiritual power or the immense burden on his body. Without hesitation, he cast teleportation spells in rapid succession, heading toward the gates of the Hao Ran Sect not far away.

“One hundred and twenty? You certainly have a lot of men under your command!” Wang Xifeng ignored Jia Qing’s bluster and taunted him.

The five ice serpents immediately vied to sink their fangs into his neck, greedy and bloodthirsty to the extreme. They traveled through his veins against the flow, bringing a pain more terrible than death itself.

One soul after another appeared at the Moon Goddess’s side. These spirits merged with the moonlight, and in the end, three figures emerged: one with a smile as bright as a flower, as elfin as she was—Jiang Yulu; one proud and imposing—Ming Yue Lingkong; and a third, enveloped in immortal aura and regal grace, none other than Chang Xiao’e.

People cast strange glances their way, until finally a middle-aged man spoke. He wore tattered blue robes and a blue cap, his black-and-white beard quivering with each word.

Yet Wang Fan truly had no other choice. Staring up at the tall tower, he steeled his resolve, stepped onto his flying sword, and soared through the air with all the bearing of an immortal. Sadly, there was no one to witness it. Besides, he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage—not many would envy him, except perhaps ordinary folk.

When he drew within ten thousand feet of Fang Yi, a terrifying blood-red light surged around him, forming a river of blood, then transforming into a dragon that lunged straight at Fang Yi, as if to devour the murderous aura surrounding him.

Chu Tian was mystified, and Bai Luo even more so, until Lord Li brought Chu Tian to the gates of the City Lord’s mansion. There, not far from the entrance, a crowd had already gathered.

“What?” Zhuge Wulong was the first to be stunned—ten Saint King-grade spirit stones! Any one such stone could instantly restore all the spiritual power of a peak Saint Martial Expert. Ten of them could bring a Saint King back from the brink of death in a heartbeat.