Chapter 263: The Nine Mountains Sect Is Done!

Seeing the Tongming Shiren return after leaving, the Nine Mountains Sect members all felt uneasy.

Zheng Fa hid within the Nine Mountains Realm and did not emerge.

He was deeply anxious—he had consumed the Immortal Sword of the Blood River Ancestor using the Nine Mountains Realm, leaving behind some lingering troubles.

In the herb garden, the Immortal Sword and the Sun-Moon Bell faced off, bloodlight and golden light intermingling, emitting a continuous hissing sound.

Various spiritual plants in the garden withered and withered en masse.

Clearly—this Immortal

One patch after another of fluffy gray feathers drifted slowly down from midair, as if a rain of feathers had fallen.

Days passed, and Lu Gao's occiput was still swollen; he could not sleep on his back, only on his side. If he rolled over in sleep, he would wake screaming in pain, and each time he would curse Cheng Kui for his cruelty—why shoot anywhere else but the back of the head?

Xuanse had followed him all this way, truly exhausting himself until death. He had cared for Fang Yi with great comfort, and many matters could now be entrusted to him.

"Perfect—you wanted to see if this was Su Re'er's design, didn't you? I think I've already spotted someone approaching; let's see if you still have the fortune." Lao Yue's voice echoed throughout the white world.

"Young Master Zhuang, my husband and I must discuss matters between the Mu and Liu clans; your presence here may be inconvenient," Changning said expressionlessly.

All the advantages and disadvantages the Fifth Prince had explained to her had vanished from her mind in her panic; now only one thing remained.

Moreover, when Brother Sun had insisted on sending him out for this mission, it was because he hoped that after his retirement, he would have greater room for advancement—including his own village elder, Yu Hongfu, who had also been a candidate, and who had withdrawn from the competition out of respect for Sun Angxiong's influence and Yan Yingbiao's future.

"The Qin Army is routed. But what of the bridge?" Lin Jiao had never liked the Qin Army; now that they were truly broken, the bridge could only wait to die in this narrow passage between two rivers.

"They know," Yang Tuhai said. During Qu Guang's audience, the soldiers in camp had already heard of the Crown Prince's affair.

But just then, the wasteland youth burst out of the exit, turned right, and lunged at the three-meter-tall Rabbit Spirit guard.

She hung up the phone immediately. The house was no bigger than a palm—she couldn't go anywhere to make the call; even walking aside kept her right before Tang Min's eyes, and soon she had explained everything to the boss.

Sun Wují slowly extended his right hand from behind his back, palm facing the Break-Demon Sect Elder. Suddenly, several walls of wind materialized out of thin air, trapping the Elder within. Then, he clenched his fist—and the wind walls pressed inward toward the trapped Elder.

I nodded and told Sun Meng to pack up, but just then, the humanoid ghost reappeared.

"What!" Yin Sanshui heard this and instantly snatched the bowl and chopsticks from Sun Haochi's hands, wolfing down the entire bowl of meat and vegetables in three or four bites, then showing a look of lingering satisfaction.

"Thank you, thank you, Boss!" Ji Changchun felt the overwhelming relief of having escaped death, finally relaxing—but secretly resolved.

Beneath the furious waterfall, the figure remained, steadfastly enduring the tremendous force of the cascading water. In the deep forest, a "swish-swish-swish" sound arose, and on a nearby open patch of ground, a graceful figure swung her long sword.

"How is this possible?" Qi Wu could not believe it. Han Qianyu, whose cultivation base was half a realm lower than his, possessed an energy momentum that was no weaker—she could even match him evenly.

"The timing is nearly right!" Qian'er said coldly. Then, the blood qi drawn from the five figures surged violently, like waves rolling over sand, pouring down upon the three figures.

Liang Lele patted and peered around, recognizing several flowers as rare new varieties recently cultivated internationally—planting such a vast expanse must have consumed immense wealth and manpower.