Chapter 81

“Finally done!” Gu Zhao put down the Mountain Thunder Talisman in his hand.

Xiuniang dispersed the Great Lock Dragon Talisman; Bai Ke leapt over in two steps and exclaimed, “So big!”

“Not just big—it’s incredibly nourishing!” Daoist Yan Song waved his hand to retract his face mask; though his face showed slight fatigue, he spoke enthusiastically, “This thing replenishes qi and blood, nourishes yin and strengthens yang, beautifies the skin and complexion, benefits the kidneys and strengthens bones—it’s top-tier!”

Zhuo Qingyan had just finished putting away her jade flute.

The State Lord raised his hand, held his staff horizontally before him, activated the spiritual flow within his meridians, and channeled it into the staff; he gathered several fireballs in midair, then swung the staff—each fireball before him was flung outward, slamming violently against the blue spiritual whirlwind pushed by Xun Yi.

Li Suoluo of course knew this, but the people of Jing State had never seen the true face of the Forgetful Princess; with this new identity, establishing himself in Jing State was not as difficult as he’d imagined.

All were dug straight from the quarry, some still clinging to soil and withered branches and leaves, to prove they had not been artificially altered.

Wu Hen landed gracefully with his sword, pointing directly at one man; without any visible motion, a gust of wind passed through, and those behind him froze in place—then a crimson line appeared at their throats, their heads tilted back, bodies severed from necks, dead beyond any doubt.

Suddenly, a cold voice pierced deeply into Mei Qi’s unyielding heart; the smiling faces of his wife and children surged uncontrollably through his mind.

“That… the Daoist the doctor mentioned—do you still have any way to contact him?” Professor Li hesitated and asked.

Yet in that final, heart-wrenching glance at death, she saw in Qin Zhen’s eyes another version of herself.

She was pondering how to phrase her words flawlessly when Ying Er, beside Yan Tianyang, had already carefully scrutinized this peculiar man.

The two rode the system-provided dual-seat flying mount to the rendezvous location, “Love Blossom Valley.”

Sun Yunyun was also delighted; singing was her strength, and with the diligent-study jade ruler, today’s singing and group chants would make her stand out alone.

Thus, all mysteries were solved: why his wound never healed, why it worsened each time he emerged from the secret chamber, why his master grew stronger and stronger.

After half a day, seeing no one came looking for him, he decided to practice the Fireball and Water Column attack spells.

The others were still puzzled; Chen Feng was equally baffled. But Zhu Jian did not hesitate—he gathered his cultivated qi, leapt into the air, and swung a palm straight at Chen Feng.

Soon, Luo Tian’s face held only one expression: agony. Lying on the ground, his face turned green; he repeatedly slapped his chest, finally coughing uncontrollably.

The explosion of the skull made Ka Ba yuan turn pale; a streak of blood trickled from his mouth, his expression utterly grim.

Yuan Bai bowed, then led the eight men out of the grand hall to the platform; this time, instead of using the massive airship, they boarded a vessel shaped like a fishing boat, floating in midair, occasionally swaying left and right with the wind, as if drifting atop water.

Now, he was troubled by his insufficient strength; encountering a method to rapidly enhance his power, Chen Feng naturally seized it tightly. Besides, this secret realm had been told to him by Chen Tianan—it should not be overly dangerous.

Luo Tian wanted to cry, but could not shed a single tear; he gripped the burning sword with all his strength. The blade cut into his palm, tearing open vivid, bloody flesh.

“Such a powerful aura…” Zhe Ben gripped his twin blades tightly, sweat beading on his forehead; after many years, seeing Shen Ming and Zao again, he had far surpassed the man he once was—now, in this posture, he looked truly divine.