Chapter 58: If You Look Any Longer, Your Eyes Will Stick to Her

"Hey, hey, snap out of it. If you keep staring, your eyeballs are going to stick to them."
A hand suddenly appeared before his eyes, waving back and forth, blocking his view.
Gu Bin shifted his body, annoyance rising within him, yet the owner of the hand seemed oblivious to just how irritating they were at this moment, continuing to wave incessantly, testing his patience.
"Move aside!"
Gu Bin, patience exhausted, slapped the hand away irritably.
"The task you assigned—"
Xie Linlong hadn't expected that someone present was unaware of Ao Chen's identity. Realizing his slip, he stood there awkwardly, a bit embarrassed.
Modern medicine isn't very advanced; some examination methods lack sufficient sensitivity. Besides, Ding Meimei had only just become pregnant. If she were to take medicine immediately, the check a week later would likely be negative.
Yet, considering that the reward for completing this task was nothing but a fragment of a treasure map, he gritted his teeth and decided to proceed anyway.
That meridian barely trembled, but then unleashed countless golden bolts of thunder, obliterating the black lotus under the sacred monument of Jixia Academy into nothingness and severing the communication channel beneath the main hall between Ying Yun and the Void Realm.
Nearby stretched a wide meadow, blossoming with all kinds of flowers, with colorful butterflies dancing among them. In the distance were verdant peaks, rolling endlessly, as if extending to the world's edge.
Liu Yu was not flattering them; his words were sincere. Compared to his former Alchemy Sect and the Black Tiger Sect that besieged them, the Dragon Clan was far superior.
If she were to place her cicada shell body at the core of the Da Luo Dense Forest's formation, confusing and restraining the spirit of the Ju Ancestor, breaking the formation might not be so difficult.
The principal drew a sheet of paper from the drawer, filled it out with Wu Shimin's name, birthplace, and age, wrote the date, and stamped it with his seal.
Sure enough, as Ao Chen had guessed, Luo Zhentian grew anxious immediately. After all, their sibling bond was deep, and no matter how good Xin Yan was, she had to give way.
Previously, when Chen Xiao mentioned ghost immortals, they thought he was being harsh. But now, when he spoke of ghost immortals, they understood his meaning.
Yan Yun City did not disturb him. Gou Dan's growing strength benefited him greatly. He had no idea how much time had passed in his cultivation. Hou Lei and the others were not the idle type, and worried they might ignore his warnings, he promptly withdrew from his sea of spirit.
Afterwards, both wiped away tears. The girl in the blue dress on the left forced a smile and said, "Young master, forgive us. We only arrived two days ago and do not yet know how to serve guests, but we will learn well. Come, let us serve you wine." With those words, she twisted the pot, poured the wine, and, once the cup was full, held it to Xie Gongbao's lips to feed him.
But Tu Ming's soul power was immune to such things. Once exposed, his martial soul would absorb it, so detoxifying this man was effortless. Within less than half an hour, the toxins in his body were cleansed, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Pang Zhiyuan deeply agreed, frowning as he said, "I understand. No matter how famous you are outside, at home, your descendants may not heed the words of an old man like you."
Nangong Wan watched Tu Ming depart, sighed softly, and left with Elder Nangong.
Liu Yiyi's brows knitted, her heart skipping a beat. Already feeling utterly aggrieved and low, her emotions collapsed, and tears streamed down her face once more.
These past two days, Xie Gongbao lay in bed recuperating, attended by maids for all his needs. By the third day, his strength had returned somewhat, the internal bruises clearly improving. In the afternoon, he even walked around four or five times, but come nightfall, he suddenly began smashing things and attacking people, losing control in a fit of madness.
Before him, the patterns of rules contained profound mysteries; even the shortest strand would be enough for a demigod who walked the path of emotion to step into the fourth realm.