Chapter 340: The Heavenly Talent That Ignites the Nine Stars! It

"The Wheel Turn Array!?"

The Zi Yun cultivator's eyes widened and said:

"To activate the Wheel Turn Array under these conditions would only intensify the mountain fire!!"

His understanding of the Wheel Turn Array far exceeded that of Lin Mo and the other juniors.

It was a feng shui wheel-turning array, requiring no excessive materials—merely altering the mountain's layout with a basic formation to sustain its operation.

Yet one point was that—

He had never been close to Mei Feixue, and now he felt even more strongly that perhaps she had never truly understood him, even though he was her son.

Both were Golden Core cultivators' split souls, and both were righteous sect cultivators; no oath was needed—words spoken would naturally hold true, and any betrayal would stall their cultivation advancement.

Following Zhang Yixing and Hong Junxian to the filming location, Ye Mo discovered it was an empty street, with no one else present except the film crew.

Because Dalì helped me out, he was the only one who could use the restroom for free, which made him boastful for a while. I never imagined that this good fortune would end the very day Bao Zheng and the others returned.

He couldn't help but marvel: the mansion looked ordinary from outside, no different from any other, but inside it was a labyrinth of twists and turns—anyone unfamiliar with the layout who ventured in recklessly might easily get lost and die in some dark corner.

Now that he knew Ge Zhan had sent people to ambush them on the road to Wuque Valley, Liu Yi was prepared; learning that Murong Qianqian and the others were unharmed, he relaxed, strolling leisurely with Zi Linglong and the others through the mountains. By day's end, he hadn't found any divine herbs, but he had located several spirit herbs.

Wan Zhiwei arrived in haste; he had just sent the message when he heard a beep—what was this? Could it be…? He looked up and saw Yun Moru walking over.

The night was ink-black, and the surrounding trees cast indistinct shadows around the artificial hill.

The nine black-glowing swords rained down upon Long Teng from all directions, leaving no gap whatsoever, as if none of the blades were real—if one couldn't discern the true strike, death was certain.

"Yes, but that love was real—only by loving you did he fulfill his requirement," Luo Nan confessed honestly.

Entering the hall, several zombies had already awakened; though they didn't know which was the zombie lord, all male zombies were swiftly eliminated.

"Yes, Brother, and Brother Zhang Yao too—let's all go eat together," Su Ziyin said sweetly, clinging to Su Zimo's arm.

"What else can I do? They've come right to my doorstep to bully me—am I supposed to endure it?" Chu Tianyu said.

"Everything's fine!" the boy replied. Though he looked only twelve or thirteen, he carried an air of manhood, his demeanor exceptional.

"I knew it! If you're already that good at singing, and you're good at soccer too, how are we supposed to live?" Li Xingyun laughed upon hearing Zheng Ji's reply.

Since Liu Tian had summoned her, Bing Ji naturally abandoned any other thoughts. As she helped Liu Tian rise from his bent posture, her tone wasn't gentle, yet it held little coldness.

From the driver's seat stepped down a middle-aged man in a black suit, his face resolute, his frame tall and imposing. After exiting, he strode swiftly to the rear door, opened it, bowed slightly, and placed his hand atop the doorframe.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Su Xier asked, puzzled by the thoughtful look on his face.

"Brother, you're here!" Gong Zilin stood up, hugged Su Xier, and walked over affectionately.

Le Wu Dao fell heavily to the ground, yet refused to be left behind—he leapt after the crack, diving down after it.