Chapter 249: Each Strives on the Dao, a Thousand Li Shared by the Same Wind

Qingshan Sect, behind Lingjian Peak.

Waves of sword intent ravaged the air, stirring up gales.

This was a natural training ground formed by sword qi, equivalent to a simplified version of Ten Thousand Swords Tomb.

Merely stepping into this training ground sent a stinging, burning sensation across the face.

This was a sacred place where disciples of Qingshan Sect's Jian Academy practiced swordplay.

But not just anyone could enter.

Besides needing a large amount of

At dusk, Zhao Zixian returned to the city with Hei Kumei and Lu Jie. After parting from Li Yucai, he felt a hollow, Shiluo sense of loss. He always felt as if something extremely important had slipped away from him. He did not dwell on that feeling, dismissing it as mere attachment to Li Yucai.

Of course, during this process, Xia Haoran also gathered many spirit fruits and medicinal herbs. But regrettably, all the spirit fruits and rare herbs he collected were only a few hundred years old; he had not encountered a single one aged a thousand years.

Xuan Yuan Hen's mother was easier to handle: since the Retired Emperor favored her, she could simply continue accompanying him underground. But it was proper for a favored concubine to be buried with the emperor; for a young son to be buried with him was harder to justify.

"This… I'd like to buy this coin," Lu Yuguo said, rubbing his fat hands, slightly embarrassed.

The snow fell heavily and silently, soon covering the courtyard in white. Yun Rou hurried through the snow, nearly stumbling, spat in frustration, yet did not slow her pace.

Sister had already suffered so long because of the Yan family—how could she bear to make her worry over my affairs?

"What did you see?" Xue'er asked again. Though it sounded abrupt, Yan Rumei understood her meaning.

Did the failure of peaceful evolution have anything to do with me? At that time, Jin Zhongmi had already become president—that was my true goal.

Guanghan Palace was wrapped in cold air year-round, its chill so piercing it made the entire realm feel desolate—but here, things had changed from what he had seen before.

A loud shout rang out; molten fire splashed. The armor smith pointed, and a torrent of inner power surged, lifting a deep-black full-body armor from the water. Rolling waves of hot mist poured from its surface.

I know if I said it was Wu Lei, Dafei and the others would immediately go after him, leading to endless disputes and fights, and eventually the school would find out. Punishment would be unavoidable. I really don't want to drag them into this.

"Is that so? Too bad—someone has already placed a sealing array here. Can your mental thoughts still reach outside?" The Eight Soul Messenger sneered.

"Chichichi~~" The moment the purple-cloaked warrior was entangled, frost spread across his body, then shattered like ice, sliced apart by the white eyebrow filaments, his inner core cracking—each one died instantly.

I think there will be no more ties between me and Lan Jie. This bloody nose will serve as a lesson—I'll remember it.

The great prize of Dahuang State, Wu Yi Wang was confident he could help Xiayou State swallow a large bite of it.

Time seemed to resume its normal flow. Before all eyes, the once-powerful snow ape—once victorious over Bai Zongdao—now hung head-down, held aloft by Yang Ji's single hand.

A thunderous boom—the crimson light pillar struck the shield. The Yin Master spat a stream of five-colored fluid, staggering backward hundreds of steps. The light shield stretched dozens of meters before shattering with a crash, exploding into countless streaks of light that sent the surrounding sea into violent turmoil.

His body trembled; the surrounding air erupted violently. Fang Yun flickered and vanished instantly.

Tang Qiao reached out to grab a few potatoes she liked, thinking of making spicy-sour potato shreds, or Old Gan Mother potato slices, or potato stewed with beef—all fine options. Potatoes also kept well and didn't spoil easily.