Chapter 117

As the leaders departed, those with connections followed one by one, leaving behind only those who had no one to turn to and nowhere else to go.

After waking up, Ning Xia could not find Chi Jinfeng in the house. When she walked to the basement and saw the slightly ajar door with light spilling out, she knew he must be inside. She turned back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

The surviving villagers were outside discussing countermeasures, creating a great clamor. The temple, too, was noisy, though the nature of this noise was different—it was filled with the wails, groans, and pleas of villagers suffering at the hands of the two ancient cypress trees.

"Speak clearly, how much per jin!" Gao Jingzong and Chen Ying both roared almost simultaneously. After speaking, they immediately clamped their mouths shut.

"Sister, do not ask anymore. This is Yuer’s fate!" Yu Yuer gently pulled down the hands of Yinxue, who was tenderly cupping her cheeks. Yuer’s hands were still oozing blood, and as they clasped them tightly together, the blood stained Yuer’s own skin.

"Nurse, there is no need for self-reproach. I was not asleep to begin with." As she spoke, Yinxue struggled to prop herself up against the headrest of the couch.

Ning Xia was terrified. She knew the spring water had potent healing properties, but having no way to study it, she had no idea it could also be harmful.

Without overthinking, he left the engagement party, walking down the long, lonely road with a sense of melancholy in his heart.

Seeing that his time was running out, He Yu’s expression grew increasingly grim. Yet, no matter how much he fretted, an opportunity simply did not exist, and his anxiety was in vain.

Shang Zheng turned with great difficulty. Upon seeing Ji Lingsheng, he forced a blooming smile onto his fleshy face, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. The display of joy was so intense that one could hardly tell if their relationship was that of friends or father and son.

Gao Lingfeng introduced his courtyard, which was even larger than the Tian family estate, with a sycamore tree in the center shedding its leaves.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the small sphere rolling gently across the tabletop. Their eyes were filled with shock, and as they looked at Qin Yang again, a flicker of unease had crept into their expressions.

"How did you know?" Liang Yue was momentarily stunned, wondering if the two police officers who had visited earlier had tipped him off.

Liu Qi nodded. Taishi Ci was one of his great generals; seeing him ride back, he had already ordered Dian Wei to prepare.

"Hehe... if it were truly that simple, you would have gotten out long ago! Actually, what I just said was only a part of it. If we assume there are nine such arrays, and these nine are all interconnected..." The Tenth Sister stopped here, intentionally leaving the rest unsaid.

Possessing the same beauty as Yezushi, the subsequent appearance of Setsuna undoubtedly ignited the enthusiasm of the venue.

At eleven o'clock, Qin Yang bowed elegantly to the audience, drawing a continuous roar of applause. Seeing the calm and extraordinary Qin Yang, Miao Sha’s eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Ji Lingsheng calmly extended two fingers, catching the shaft of the first arrow just inches away. He could not help but be secretly shocked by the brute strength of the barbarian. Before he could catch his breath, the arrow, which had seemed to lose its momentum, suddenly surged with life, shedding its fatigue in an instant and striking with lightning speed.

Yun Huan froze, reflecting on everything that had happened over the past few days; aside from busyness and anxiety, she felt nothing else.

What did others think? Wang Hao did not care. Time would prove everything. He waited for the moment these people would be slapped in the face. How wonderful would their expressions be then? He actually looked forward to it.

Mu Yiping watched Yun Huan’s retreating back, suddenly feeling that his own life was much happier than hers.

"Done at will?" While inspecting the scene earlier, Yuan Chen had already confirmed the direction the opponent had taken. Finding no substantial leads, he immediately set off in pursuit.

Melodies with the power to calm the mind and soothe the spirit enveloped everyone. As they rested, Xing Zeyuan held Youyou to the side. Thanks to the ointment made by Huang Shang—known as the "Divine Physician of the Jade Hands" from the King Mercenary Group sent by Kachi—her injuries were nearly healed.

Elder Li stared at Shi Xiao and Huahua, a bitter smile appearing on her face. She had originally thought this was just a routine demon-slaying mission, but now, she had no idea where these three titans had appeared from.

Even though Bo Xi arrived in time, she was still frightened; when she sat in the car, her entire body was trembling.

According to incomplete statistics, Shangguan Qiming donated over a billion annually, helping countless people in need.

Gu Yuxie’s face maintained a faint smile, making him appear approachable, much like the refined gentlemen described in ancient times.

If Liu Baotian had really been unable to hold back just now and had tried to force himself on Zhao Ziwei, the girl would likely have flipped out immediately, and she probably wouldn't have bothered with him again in the future.

Mentioning his right eye, Bai Shuyu finally remembered that he had been punched squarely in the socket by Feicui earlier. Only after Chen Ling’er’s reminder did he begin to feel the pain.

Moreover, she bore sins that could not be washed away; the Heavenly Dao would not accept her and would only erase her during her tribulation.

At this moment, Zhu Xixi did not have the same anticipation of meeting Li Jia’ang as before. After sitting up with her phone in her hands, she let out a sigh.

It was currently absorbing the blood and energy of the underground world, but it was nowhere near enough to fill the ever-widening void within its body.

Yuan Zhao looked at Chuyun on the ground, who was kneeling and trembling all over.

Never in his life had there been such a moment. It felt as if a weight of ten thousand tons pressed upon him, a suffocating sense of powerlessness gradually permeating his entire body, causing the spine of this burly man, once straight as a spear, to hunch down bit by bit.

After she finished speaking, she formed a seal with her hands and stared at the vacant-eyed Xu Zeyi, chanting under her breath. Those incantations, shimmering with golden light, floated around him.

Old Madam Zhu pulled Amber to sit on a chair, while Old Master Zhu glanced at her a few times and nodded secretly, thinking: Not bad, my son has a good eye; the girl is very beautiful.

An electric baton without a charge could only serve as a short club, and the martial arts her father had taught her covered techniques for that as well.

The white-clad assassin, who had been left aside by everyone, suddenly let out a miserable shriek before vomiting blood and collapsing to the ground.

Even for him, his cultivation had only deepened slightly; it would take some time before he could break through to the third rank.

Having been passed over for recommendations twice in a row, the results likely wouldn't be very good, so he had no choice but to publish ahead of schedule and write slowly.

His face was less than a foot from hers; Su Bei could smell the faint scent of mosquito repellent grass mixed with peppermint on him, hear his slight breathing, and see her own reflection in those amber eyes.

Zhuxi later babbled on for a whole basketful of words, but unfortunately, Xihe did not take in a single syllable, exerting all her strength to maintain an awkward yet polite smile.