0116 The Heir's Entourage
Xie Yuanfeng recalled that the last time Xie Yihuang came home, she seemed to be reading constantly. At first, she thought Xie Yihuang was merely putting on a show, but now, after hearing Granny Qi’s words, she realized that this was actually her usual state.
“Ah Yi already has many certificates now, you know? On the certificate shelf in her room, there are nearly a dozen or twenty certificates displayed.”
Among them, she studied Go as an amateur, and her highest rank was eighth dan.
“Master, rest assured, we pledge our loyalty to you, unwavering and true, without a trace of betrayal!” Xie Youtian and the others immediately spoke with reverence, their hearts devoted.
Two elder-level figures, at this very moment, were filled with resentment toward Ning Fan, a sword cultivator of the Sword Origin realm.
Qiu Dacheng hadn’t expected Xia Axin to have thought things through so thoroughly; he smiled and nodded for him to continue.
For example, disciples who reach the Divine Ability stage, after descending the mountain, when they marry and have children, usually send their offspring directly to the Dao Sect to study Daoist arts.
Time passed moment by moment, and the hopes of the disciples at Chu Hall seemed to fade gradually with the flow of time.
“Heh, that’s simple. When the nineteen-year cycle arrives, I will naturally take you to the Illusionary Netherworld,” Luo Tian said with a mischievous smile, a glint of ill intent flashing in his eyes.
As for those who took first place in the grand competition, there were time limits: they could only train by Ge Zu’s side for one year. Once the year passed, they had to leave and cultivate independently within the Ge family.
That very night, the handsome General Luo personally cooked, and the whole family enjoyed a joyous feast, eating heartily. They even ended up drinking together, with the obvious result that Luo Tian outdrank everyone.
The shopkeeper looked at Yun Xiangyi’s still hopeful eyes, her beautiful face, and the slender figure as she departed.
Though Sister Zhang hadn’t been around long, she saw that Qiu Dacheng was honorable, generous, and kind to others. She and Qiu Dacheng got along like siblings.
Jin ‘Bo’ knew that Madam Lu had taken the bait; the plan was unfolding more smoothly than anticipated.
Su Junge and Lu Qiao followed at the rear of the parade, watching anxiously as the procession moved toward the main thoroughfare.
This building resembled an Egyptian pyramid, though more massive in form and differing in color—not gold, but a dark red that evoked a sinister, bloodthirsty aura. At its apex was a strange smiling face, adding a layer of eerie menace.
To avoid drawing attention, Su Junge also wore the school uniform.
The half-moon heavy halberd forged from Rootless Divine Iron was destroyed. To forge another, Mo Wuji had to find materials superior to Rootless Divine Iron.
If that was the case… survival was paramount. He would certainly seek out Third Master, Third Madam, or the black-clad siblings.
When Yuan Yunlong sprang into action, the onlookers were instantly stirred. What had appeared as a mere scuffle transformed into a bloody battle. Fortunately, the Han Dynasty’s people were hardy; otherwise, most would have been unable to endure such a gruesome scene.
“You have a lead, that’s good. You haven’t been doing missions lately. The Queen of the Underworld is the Flower Goddess, born upon the blue lotus. On a moonlit night, entering the illusion can grant you access, you foolish girl,” Qiushui Changge said, then lightly pinched Wuyou’s nose.
“One enemy, one person…” Zhang Shun spat out saliva from his windpipe, pointing at Mao Fangyi before dissolving into a black mist.
“Got it. You tormenting creature,” the displeasure on his face finally faded. He took her hand and ran upstairs.
He didn’t know how strong it would be, but he was certain that even a powerhouse at the Heavenly Origin stage wouldn’t surpass him then.
With that, he turned away somewhat dejectedly, his solitary figure etched with a helpless and world-weary sorrow.