Chapter 111: Qing Yan Was Indeed My Wise Inner Helpmate

The sun came up.

The villagers of Cuicun and the craftsmen who had come to help gradually washed up, went out, ate, and got to work; no one knew a great battle between humans and demons had taken place the night before.

They only knew that Gu Zhao of the Daluo Palace now carried a folding fan and had gained a touch of scholarly air.

“My old man sometimes holds a folding fan and calls himself the second Qiuguan, pretending to be refined.” Gu Zhao fanned himself as he walked out of the small courtyard with Daoist Master Yan Song, “Don’t say—”

Antier hadn’t expected Liu Lingshan would betray even her own family—this move of cutting off the fuel at the source was utterly treacherous. It would surely bring the Fei family to total ruin, with no chance to resist.

Though he had clearly endured a great battle, the old man remained unchanged—no panic, no despair. Though still disheveled, he showed no sign of having fought.

They were all driven to serve his rule, even the True Dragon, whose body shared the same lineage as the celestial spiritual essence; though still controlled by the Emperor’s divine soul, it had begun to merge into the divine “oneness.”

“But I won’t die. The Dark Wing Federation will be defeated by the White Wing Star, won’t it? Father? Earth will be safe.” Ye Liaosha asked eagerly.

Fu Cheng sneered, seeing Wang Xuanlong paid him no mind; he raised his fist, ready to swing it straight at Wang Xuanlong’s face.

Listening to the fading sounds behind him, Chen Yi smiled faintly; he was growing fonder of Li Chi—undoubtedly a straightforward, trustworthy man.

He didn’t believe the Cangqiong Academy was some paradise; otherwise, it wouldn’t have produced so many strong cultivators.

Clearly, their increased strength had made them less willing to accept Wang Long’s command.

Hao Tiangou had been circling through this forest with Cui Feng for two days. Aside from a few habitats of powerful beings, they had traversed every other part of the forest.

Meanwhile, Wang Xuanlong was on his way to the courtroom hall, passing through a dim corridor where the lights flickered erratically—something felt deeply off.

Although he now held the Spirit Spider Seal, Chen Changsheng did not rush up to Cuiyan Mountain as he had before.

“It’s flying! It’s really flying!” Inside the carriage, Xu Nan and Han Ying pulled back the curtain, their heads pressed together as they watched the giant bird shaped like a pigeon soaring in the sky, excitedly exclaiming.

Xianyun’s fingers already held several poisoned silver needles; she identified the direction of the shadow, flung the needles, and immediately heard the sound of Xianran’s sword cutting through flesh.

“Hehe, these are merely my suggestions. As a member of the Human King Clan, you must first elevate your clan’s exclusive cultivation realm before advancing on other paths—this is also one of the great limitations of our Human King Clan,” Zhu Zi smiled slightly.

Tang Lichuan turned to Xiao Gu; he felt Xiao Gu must have sensed something, otherwise he wouldn’t have headed straight for the Thousand Scrolls House. And the man who wielded the whip during their nighttime sparring—his origins were unknown; perhaps he was the real killer.

“Ziqiu, this dressing room was kept for you to return and organize my clothes. Only you have the right to do so…” Leaning against the doorway of the changing room, watching the figure methodically folding his garments, he felt nothing but contentment.

On the car, Xiao Qiang explained his theory to Sun Li; upon closer thought, it wasn’t particularly difficult.

If not for… Lu Xiaoxue might never have seen her son again after emerging from her seclusion.

Song Qian checked her attire, steadied her emotions, and walked toward the distant simple building.

“Your servant takes his leave.” Luo Yuxi and the other two left immediately, leaving only Luo Yuchen and Luo Mengwu behind.