Chapter 272: The New Favorite of Jiushan Sect

Jingzhou City.

"Shan'er," Zheng Mu called out, "come quickly—your brother has sent another letter!"

In the courtyard, Zheng Fa's younger sister Zheng Shan bolted toward the gate.

"Miss," Huang Yu stood at the door, smiling as he watched her, "have you finished the assignments Master assigned?"

"…."

Zheng Shan glanced at the sky beyond the gate, her gaze reluctant, as if bidding farewell to her joy, then lowered her head and trudged slowly back into the courtyard.

Though the spiritual energy was invisible, cultivators of higher realms could all sense the intense surge of power.

There were Nine Opening Tigers, Ten Founding Heroes, and Thirteen Guardian Protectors; the Nine Tigers belonged to the upper-tier elders, the Ten Heroes managed ten altars, and beneath them the Thirteen Protectors oversaw twenty-six outposts—clear ranks, detailed divisions.

Yet seeing the agony in his eyes, all her moral principles dissolved uselessly; she had been reborn once, enduring such hardship, her future uncertain—she was merely a displaced soul from another world; what right did she have to blame him?

Yet those shadows did not join the battle; without the slightest hesitation or doubt, they plunged straight into the demon's embrace.

Everyone present stared at Xia Zheng with utterly bewildered expressions; Lin Yuan nearly choked on her own saliva.

As one of the Four Strange Places, the Ancient God Statues were far more dangerous than mere touch could imply.

He clenched his fist, knowing this had reached a critical moment—if truly necessary, he might have to unleash his strongest technique, risking his life.

Though most were free to move about, flying across cultivation lands on a flying artifact was an outright suicide.

"Look ahead—that's where I rest when hunting in the mountains," Old Zheng smiled. "Let's take a break. I've got some rice—I'll start a fire and cook porridge for everyone."

Qi Jingyang stared silently; Li Yuan had already brought out Wind God Wanxiang as his ultimate weapon—what would he use to counter?

Qian Yuxi looked into Di Monye's eyes, smiling contentedly, then let her outer robe slip from her shoulders; after a moment's hesitation, she reached to undress Di Monye.

Zhang Qiling's ordeal took a long time; by the time he emerged, Wu Xie had already steadied his composure and was lying on the bed playing with his phone.

This pool was indeed dug very deep—and shaped like a trapezoid; meaning, though its surface measured thirty square meters, its base stretched nearly two hundred square meters.

Since the Qi Haochuan incident, she had lost count of the gossip she'd heard and the cold mockery from neighbors—life had become unbearably hard.

One was just a dull, unattractive bag with minimal interior space.

Even if he was the least capable, he was still the former clan chief's son—there were countless ways to kill Zhang Fusheng, a common clansman.

Had he known this would happen, he would have gladly paid three million in compensation, even sold every last possession to save Fan Tong—but now, the Battle Emperor was enraged; talking about money was out of the question.

Chen Nanxuan watched silently, sneering softly—Lin Shiyu's family was truly profit-driven and spineless, cowardly compared to the Xue family of Dong Province, who dared stand firm against enemies; the Lin family of Nan Province was utterly pathetic.

I saw the Xi Bao in his hand, its face pale, no longer the lively Xi Bao I knew—I cried out, "Let Xi Bao go, let him go!" and rushed toward him.

"I'm sorry," I closed my eyes slightly, my voice trembling with uncontainable regret, thick with remorse.

It seemed the girl needed the Prince's comfort, the White Steward sighed, turning toward another direction.

The man in this image looked exactly like the Fourth Prince—should he tell Zi Xuan? Perhaps the Fourth Prince was who she was seeking? Maybe Zi Xuan would stay because of this?

"You're not just going to let this go?" The other three stared, stunned that Yun Yijin showed no intention of returning home for help—they were already utterly lost; in truth, since learning of their lost divine power, they had been paralyzed with fear.