Chapter 118

“There are only about forty or so demons on Sanjue Mountain, mostly minor spirits and monsters, some even unable to take human form, and the rest are ordinary humans kidnapped up the mountain.”

“The strongest on the mountain now is the eldest brother’s son—a black bear demon—with nearly two hundred years of cultivation.”

“Changping Prefecture has eight counties; Jin Feng Jiao operates within Changping Prefecture, Sanjue Mountain lies outside it, Bi’ang Palace rests at the bottom of Changshui River, and Shiwang Cave is on a mountain west of Changye County.”

“Besides”

“Who is it?!” She had not sensed a single hint of someone approaching from behind—Sha You was stunned with terror.

Ling Jing gazed far off toward Han Ye’s direction, where the prince, Ling Jing, was already dead. Mu Zihen had held a grand funeral for him, as instructed.

The Chongyun City governor, Guo Dingxiao, was a supreme cultivator of the Divine Transformation realm—far beyond these Foundation Establishment cultivators. Facing Guo Dingxiao, the three Junyue Tower disciples had already begun trembling in their legs.

Zhu Xinxin called out to her several times, but received no reply. Watching Lin Sisi leave without even caring for his sprained leg, his face filled with anger and resentment as he cursed inwardly.

Chen Xing hurried to support Tian Jiao when a figure approached. He looked up—it was Li Nantian. He smiled at the newcomer, then turned his attention back to Tian Jiao.

Yun Mao, half-asleep, heard Yu call her. She groaned irritably, “It’s not even dawn yet. Don’t be so annoying—I’m dead tired.” Then she rolled over and went back to sleep.

“Guan Chenji, you bet on Mengmeng, and your grandfather throws money around. So now you’re going to throw money at me too? Do you really think that’ll make me agree? Dream on! Go die!”

Moreover, she was right—he really did have to clean up her mess, and he couldn’t possibly just leave her to suffer.

As Ling Su had previously thought, he had seen the cave opening above, but it was still too far from the rock in the lake’s center; his current abilities could never get him there safely, let alone with Ling Su.

Yun Qing thought silently: if even one smile from the fair lady could be won, what did it matter if he spent every last coin?

A Jiu laughed: “Gu Kui, we can’t just let this go. I’ll make sure they remember my name, A Jiu! They’ll remember—harm my friends, and I’ll repay them tenfold…” Gu Kui’s expression darkened at these words.

A Jiu’s frail body was struck so hard it spun nearly a full circle, then collapsed limply to the ground.

Second, she must be well-fed—if we pick a queen who looks like a walking skeleton, she might not even bear children, leaving him to stew in frustration.

So she decided to visit Ling Ji for a whole roasted lamb, to see if the seasoning was truly as Mo Hongchou claimed—made by her. Even if General Mo thought eating at Ling Ji was worse than buying a lamb and roasting it himself, as long as there was food, she didn’t mind.

Xi Duoduo asked eagerly, but she knew full well his background could never compare to hers—even in education, she had no chance.

“Zhang Tianyun, I’m used to living free and easy. I hate being scolded. If you spoke politely, I might not cause trouble here. But you insist on talking tough? Then sorry—I’ll see if you can actually catch me…” Xie Lingyu laughed down at him from above.

Since everyone had gathered in the main hall, the rest of the mansion felt empty and silent.

He sighed helplessly, skewered a piece of roasted meat, and put it in his mouth—then froze. He hadn’t expected such a remote, backwater place to have not only beautiful scenery but also such exquisite food. Today had truly been worth the trip.

The man in the wheelchair wore simple clothes—a dark blue padded jacket—and thick cotton shoes. His hands rested on his lap, clutching a warm brazier for heat.