Chapter Eighty-Two: Jealousy Arises from the Heart

Dawn was breaking, and the heavy rain was about to cease. A group of cultivators made their way through the desolate graveyard outside the capital, braving the diminishing downpour. Leading them was a white-robed woman with sword-shaped brows and eyes like stars, her steps urgent and swift.

One of her companions, a disciple walking alongside her, spoke softly, “Senior Sister, is there truly such need for haste? The tale of the spider demon harming people is but a rumor circulating among the markets. Besides, if the matter is real, the Imperial Observatory will surely handle it.”

At that moment—

Gu Caiwei, tears brimming in her eyes and clutching her nose, finally realized—she was now Gu Caiqin. To curse Gu Caiqin would be to curse herself, wouldn’t it?

It wasn’t until Su Yan fully comprehended the sword techniques of others and began attempting to merge the Drunken Flower Returning Sword with the Soul-Seizing Demonic Slash that each Soul-Seizing Demonic Slash transformed into one strike within the Drunken Flower Returning Sword. After a full twenty-seven slashes, the final sword returned to its origin, carrying the force of the previous twenty-seven strikes, and struck at the Celestial Tiger.

Wang Feng’s heart was a tangled knot. Along this short journey, he had replayed in his mind every event from the past years. Looking up at the distant city of Dragon’s Ascent, he knew that less than three days remained until the appointed time.

“I’m sorry, my mind is a mess right now.” Xia Chun’ai swung her arms, unable to meet those burning eyes. She simply turned and fled back to the villa.

Wu Yangyang had just picked up the last skewer of spicy, tender, grilled beef, about to put it into her mouth, when Ye Zhifou snatched it away from her hand.

The unease in her heart leapt like popping candy melting on her tongue, bounding ceaselessly. Squinting, she caught a glimpse of something silvery glinting from the doctor’s pocket.

If it had been anyone else, witnessing such a scene, they would have been scared out of their wits. But not Song Huan.

Held tightly around the waist by Haotian, Qingyao stared at her father and Zhu Xiaotian, as well as the ever-helpless Wang Feng. Was this really the Wang Feng who, for the sake of a few dead men, had never raised a hand—had he truly devoured so many people? Yet reality was as it was. Carefree Master glanced at Haotian, and the most obedient disciple would always ask a question.

As a member of the Nine-tail Clan, every soul and spirit was formed from the gathering of heaven and earth’s spiritual energy; even the loss of a fraction would make survival difficult.

“I didn’t mean to…” Ye Zhifou replied hurriedly, her mind still lingering on the topic of strangling him.

“Our village has no army, only a militia. Besides their routine drills, competitions are also necessary for training. Would you like to watch?” Xuecai asked.

Kaixin and Huihui were huddled tightly together under a giant mushroom, not yet knowing what to do, when a giant silver apple dropped before them. It was Guoguo Bao, which immediately reverted to its apple shape upon landing, followed by Zhengzheng and Xuanxuan tumbling down like a human pyramid.

Qian Aiguo laughed heartily. “Lifeng only hopes—you’re not being forced to promise anything. We’re not putting pressure on you.” With that, he boarded the vehicle and drove away.

As the black maggots exploded, the goblin soul imprisoned within the lantern began to shatter from the center, turning bit by bit into black-gray ashes, which gradually dissipated into nothingness.

“Er…” Jin Quan’s face darkened at once upon hearing this, casting a disdainful glance at Haotian. “What, am I wrong?” “Sigh, you’re not wrong at all. But whose father Senior Man Qian Niu is—that’s not the point. The point is, he has another identity!” Jin Quan replied with a wry smile.

“So that’s why you lost your temper and wanted to fight him?” I suddenly recalled that scene. Lei Sheng nodded vigorously. “But then he fired a second shot. At the time, you and Duan Siping were tangled together. Was he trying to kill two birds with one stone?” I joked half-seriously.

“All right, fine.” Hyacinth straightened her large feathered hat. She wore a white shirt under a gold-brown knitted vest, pure white leggings, and coffee-colored high-heeled boots, with a waist-length cape draped over her left shoulder.