Chapter 1792: The Pure Yang Sword Disciple Returns Home

The youth in green robes arrived at this battlefield, passed through it, and entered the Seven-Colored Realm Sea.

Like a traveler who had journeyed for tens of thousands of years, dusty and weary, he returned once more to his hometown, pinpointing his house with precision. Around the house, a swarm of ants and butterflies gathered, displaying seven colors in a splendid array, quite beautiful, bringing much liveliness to the surroundings.

Then, nothing more.

The surrounding heaven and earth, the entire bloody battlefield, seemed to freeze; sounds vanished, and the slaughter halted.

Not long after sighing, suddenly an anomaly erupted; sand and stones flew, the earth trembled, as if an earthquake had struck.

Ma Cheng felt his spiritual platform shake, his vision went black, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already within his Sea of Consciousness.

One could say that at this very moment, Lin Yi could capture any subtle change in Ye Qinrou's facial expression.

During the day, Wei Zhong dispatched the special forces soldiers he had brought with him. These soldiers possessed first-class concealment abilities; they lay in ambush far around the city as observation posts, ready to report to Wei Zhong at any time regarding any enemy traces that might appear.

This guesthouse, which appeared utterly ordinary on the outside, possessed an interior that left one's mouth agape. Along the side of the courtyard path stood several living water pools, serving both for viewing and for cooling off. Reasonably planted flowers outlined a breathtakingly beautiful scene. Objectively speaking, the overall design aesthetic was nothing short of explosive.

Long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles turned white from exertion. Fu Zhixia's heart skipped a beat; she never expected that someone was actually in this room.

Although eight hundred thousand spirit stones already exceeded the bottom line for ordinary cultivators, if those young scions from noble families in the private room got carried away and started bidding against him, that would be trouble.

Before Fu Zhixia could figure out the reason for the sudden smile in her eyes, Su Muyan beside her tugged her sleeve. She turned instinctively to look, as if a lightning bolt had struck her head.

Hearing these words, He Peng felt a stir in his heart; judging by the old nun's implication, his father truly was a member of the pirates.

He was already well acquainted with his mother's ruthlessness and cruelty, knowing that her forcing him and Lou Qiqi to register their marriage was due to threats from Lou Daxing.

"Uncle Tian, Shuang'er was disobedient and found this in your room. I have already scolded her; please check if anything is missing?" He extended his hand and handed the iron box to Village Head Tian.

He gently opened the door and glanced around; seeing the shoes on the floor, he knew Lin Yiqing was still asleep, while En'en, having heard the sound, had already come over.

"This son understands and thanks His Imperial Father for his great favor." The third brother's birth mother is the current Empress; even if there were complaints, they would be the third brother's, whereas he had merely benefited from the situation.

It's just that this fellow cannot be understood by normal logic; at least, ordinary men would coax and deceive, but what about him?

"No, no, no, it is not a replacement. Is this magnificent robe themed around the hibiscus?" Zhang Ji asked the Shopkeeper.

"I can only settle for the next best thing and set boundaries for my own wish. To impose a protection on our world that is not so absolute, but is genuinely effective."

She took the preserved plum candy, and the senior sister happily returned to Boss Zhao's side, linking arms with another senior sister. She tore open the candy wrapper, placed the dark, blackish preserved plum candy into her mouth, and shook her head while watching the backs of the two senior sisters.

When he knocked for the thirteenth time, the iron door finally opened a crack. He withdrew his hand; Nie Zhu opened the door and frowned at him. She was still wearing the pink qipao with large sleeves she had bought for the wedding banquet, but the hairband on her head had already been removed.

Based on his understanding of Prince Su, even if he intended to win over the Liu family, he would not have revealed this news to Liu Shuyaou. Moreover, the steward of Prince Su's mansion had just delivered a message that Prince Su wished to meet with him, so Prince Su should be unaware of this news.

Yet, just thinking of the inescapable misfortune of the Spirit Communicators, Zhuo Ji Yi Chun Jian's heart once again broke out in a cold sweat for Liu Hai.