Chapter 362

"Splash splash splash…"

The massive force of the current caught Yu Congyu off guard, striking him squarely in the face.

"Three-Spirit Law Shield!"

He gasped, swallowing several mouthfuls of water before hastily summoning his protective spell-shield, barely holding back the surge of the water serpent.

Yu Congyu's pale gray Daoist robe was soaked through, his topknot undone and hair scattered.

But being handsome had its advantages—anyone else drenched like that would likely turn into a sodden mess.

The dim yellow light stretched two long shadows across the blue stone slabs, blending with the swaying tree shadows beside the path into one unified hue.

Tao Wanbai lowered her head, silent now, her heart flooded with warmth that instantly spread through every limb and vein.

Jian Rui swallowed hard, her gaze accidentally sweeping over Jin Lüfeng's crotch—where it had shamelessly risen to full attention—and her face burned red. She shot him a furious glare. "Disgusting!" Then she slammed the door shut with a sharp snap.

The future father-in-law was right—he understood that. But things he'd once ignored now felt beyond his reach when he suddenly wanted to settle down. So he answered the future father-in-law's demands without hesitation.

Ye Tian received these words in his mind: an Xuan-class upper-grade cauldron. At least for now, this cauldron would serve him well for a long time, though higher-grade cauldrons did increase the success rate and quality of elixirs.

After walking two or three steps, he heard hurried footsteps behind him—having trained in martial arts with Yuan Hong and Wei Yi for so long, his hearing was far sharper than an ordinary person's. He quickened his pace a few steps, then quietly followed, staying less than ten meters behind.

"Mr. Xiao, you've worked hard," Qu Qingying said, full of regret, as she saw Xiao Tao lying exhausted atop the giant rock.

"You've used illusion techniques too much—your mind's conjuring hallucinations. How could there be that many sword spirits? If there really were, spirit-attuned artifacts would be as common as dirt," Qu Qingying gently scolded Xiao Tao, though a quiet joy stirred within her.

Princess Han Yue glanced at the menu's dishes, recalling how her father had raved about them to her mother upon returning, even planning to bring her mother here someday. Now, before she could take her mother, she'd come herself. Based on the dishes her father mentioned, she ordered several.

For the purpose of exorcism, the wood must be struck by lightning yet remain alive—the struck portion alone is called lightning-struck wood. If the tree dies after being struck, the damaged part cannot be classified as lightning-struck wood.

After roughly two or three minutes, just as she drifted back into sleep, a soft "tap tap" came at the door.

Add to that the shock of Ruan Xing's death—she'd been deeply affected. After being hospitalized, her nightmares never ceased; she still believed someone wanted to kill her. Whenever staff approached, she'd warn them.

"Hah! What do I want? Of course, to kill you!" The half-Primordial God of the Demon Tiger Sect laughed, instantly slamming both palms forward—two torrents of chaotic spatial energy poured down upon Ling Xiao, aiming to obliterate him in a single blow.

But all these judgments were based on Wang Qiuer's understanding of Huo Yuhao. What if Huo Yuhao's offensive power suddenly changed?

Before Li Wei's eyes, he'd expected another battle—but now, strangely, not a single figure stood before the town's administrative hall. The burly figure he'd been watching was gone. He gestured for the Vampire Emperor to launch a Shitan attack, watching the durability bar above the hall steadily decline.

Though the Wei family was the second-ranked clan in Nantian City, compared to the Dong family, it was like a tiger versus a mouse—utterly incomparable in rank.

Whenever Jiang Shaoyou willed it, he could clearly sense everything within that two-dimensional space.