Chapter 331: Demonic Flames Spread! The Disaster of Shanzhou! (Happy New Year)

Yue Shan Sect, atop Dashan.

Several senior members of the sect rode the wind, standing high above the Nine Heavens of the Ten Thousand Mountains, gazing down at the depths far in the distance.

That ring of brilliant green demonic fire, under the moonlight, appeared especially sinister.

"Demonic fire! It's truly demonic fire!!!"

The man in tight attire, staring at the Jiuyuan Biluo Flame in the distance, couldn't help cursing.

The Jiyue Hermit beside him said: "Tian Po Dao

He could feel for certain that someone in the studio was clapping and cheering—he wouldn't allow anyone to show off on his battlefield; it was about time it was his turn.

For her, her son was everything; if he died, her life had no meaning left.

Mao Jiamin carefully observed Yan Nuo; she had to admit the girl's eyelashes were extremely long, like false ones, but after careful reasoning, Mao Jiamin concluded they were real.

The other brothers handed their rifles to the two, who then swapped and disassembled each other's weapons; after fully disassembling them, they returned to their positions and stood waiting for the command to begin.

The two broke apart instantly; Tian Ce Divine Emperor's gaze turned as dark as water—he hadn't expected Tang Zheng to be so stubborn.

Those who didn't know might think the crystal quality of Shihua Luqi was poor, but it was enough to reveal the brutality of elders like Lao Luo.

Given his status, he had come specifically to this auction hall, having learned in advance about the final auction item, hence his deliberate arrival. The other bigwigs in the VIP booths held the same intention.

In the end, Qin Feng stripped himself bare and curled into the blankets, breathing in Zhang Jing's body scent, falling into silent sleep.

"San Dezi, tell Hui'er to prepare the rice sent by Master Xingchi and bring it over—I'll taste it with the six ministers!" Emperor Kangxi said, glancing sideways at San Dezi.

"Heh, Young Master Luo? Still planning to laugh at me?" Qin Feng asked with a smile; blood covered him from head to chest, yet it couldn't mask his blood-red eyes—dark and terrifying.

If such a container were sealed, a master of profound Dao could forcibly open it—but such a master was already renowned; how could he possibly open another's container?

"I'll go find Father. You don't need to follow." Leng Xianning declared firmly; she must gain her father's forgiveness, or she would never find peace in her life.

Tian Gang wiped Lin Feng's mouth; Lin Feng asked: "Second Master, where's Master?" "Master went to find Master Taozui—he said he's going to brew a Qi-restoring Pill for you." Lin Feng had studied pill-making; he knew the Qi-restoring Pill was given to the dying to sustain their last breath before proper treatment.

Chu Qi smiled at her, then ladled another bowl of soup and drank it contentedly.

Yan Zhengxi slumped onto a nearby resting chair, head bowed in defeat, hands covering his face; the coldness of his palms made him burst into silent tears, his shoulders shaking violently—no sound escaped, yet the muffled sobs drew glances from passersby.

Just as he was about to step closer to her, a familiar voice rang out; Qian Qian turned instantly to see Yan Chengqian limping toward them, his face terrifyingly dark.

"Alright, let's go now." Qian Qian immediately packed her things and headed to visit her long-absent brother.

"Who is she?" Ning Yuanlan struggled to sit up; Ling Mo hurried to support her; the commotion woke up Xiang Tiantian, who had been sound asleep.

Jees was naturally supervising Yan Zhengxi, forbidding him to cheat; the two, along with several natives, went hunting in the woods. Although Yan Zhengxi knew nothing about hunting, Jees went to great lengths to teach him how to draw the bow, apply force, and aim—then began practical training.