Chapter 83: The Orchid Demon

"Wow! So beautiful!"

"Where is this?"

"This is Aunt Wang's garden." The little girl led the group to a secluded courtyard in a corner of the city. "Aunt Wang lives alone. She grows many flowers in the yard and often gives us some to sell for money."

The little girl was also from a poor family, living nearby. She usually helped her parents, and during festivals when the market was held, she would pick wildflowers to sell on the street.

According to what the little girl said,

ever since he began taking the antidote daily, his blood and qi gradually recovered, and the intense pain disappeared. Only occasionally, in the middle of the night, would he be enveloped by sudden pain, but after enduring it for a while, it would pass.

Once out of danger, Nangong Li withdrew the Water Array to ensure she could continue outputting Wood Element power.

"Ai~" Old Lady Yang responded happily, then immediately sat on a nearby stool and began helping them fold vegetables.

But once inside, seeing her sleeping face made her forget everything; she only kissed her gently, again and again.

Bai Xianxian did not care whether she became an immortal, a demon, or a devil; she only wanted to live longer and enjoy the world's glory and wealth.

Just a short two hours later, with the blast of a horn in Pingcheng, a grand siege hunt began.

Su Qingran smelled the pungent blood, her expression solemn. She raised her hand, unfastened her clothes, and prepared to wipe away the dirty blood.

Ye Qingqing gave an eternal flower, a precious purple water lily. In this plane, the purple water lily was even more precious; this flower bloomed only seven days a year.

Early in the morning, Wei Tingyan sent someone to deliver a letter to the Li residence, instructing that it must be personally handed to the Third Young Mistress of the Li family. The letter's content was an invitation for the Lady to meet at De Xian Tea House at noon.

"Next time there is an opportunity, can you take me to see the night sky of Yuan Liang? I think it must be beautiful too." He said slowly.

A thick wall of air waves, visible to the naked eye, spread violently outward from Monk Songji as the center. When these air waves swept over a certain place, Li Yifan's figure was forced out.

In a direct confrontation of force, the silver spear naturally held the advantage. Even counting Haiya Sword as a heavy sword, it was relatively light among heavy swords, while Qiao Zhong's Silver Dragon Spear weighed ninety-eight jin.

She pushed Zhou An away, slipped out of his embrace, leaped directly off the bed, and moved to the table not far from the bed. She stared at Zhou An with wide eyes and a face full of shock. Her cheeks turned red for some reason, and her expression was unnaturally awkward as never before.

After confirming no orders were missed, Jiu Tian closed the shop door. He booked a high-speed rail ticket for tomorrow morning and decided to depart for Shigu.

Then, who knows how much time passed, at least the length of time from when the hunters he had seen switched from bows to guns.

After Zheng Dongguo made his choice, he decisively redeployed the Shenyang garrison to rush to Benxi's aid. However, compared to the unstoppable momentum of the Third and Fourth Verticals, he was half a beat slow. On June 10, the Southern Manchuria Third and Fourth Verticals commanded by Xiao Jingguang broke through Benxi, while Zheng Dongguo's Shenyang reinforcements did not arrive until that night outside Benxi.

The old man wore coarse cloth clothes, patched in some places. His beard and hair were all white, yet he lacked the air of an immortal; instead, he looked messy and disheveled. With leopard eyes and thick eyebrows, a face like black charcoal, and a large red nose, he looked quite ridiculous.

And this misunderstanding caused by different angles applied equally to the male lead, Tachibana Takumi. After two weeks of contact, Wu Fan gave him the impression of an easygoing big brother.

The Great Power Demon King's face stiffened, but he did not refute, because Ye Xiyun spoke the truth. As a cultivator in the Creation Realm, although imprisoned in this ice block for four hundred years, he remained unscathed. However, due to the lack of spiritual qi, his cultivation realm had made no progress whatsoever.