Chapter 272: The New Beloved of Nine Mountains Sect

Jingzhou City.

"Shan'er," Zheng Mother called out, "Come quickly, your brother has sent another letter!"

In the courtyard, Zheng Fa's younger sister, Zheng Shan, took off running toward the outside.

"Miss," Huang Yu stood at the door, smiling as he watched her, "Have you finished the Young Master's assigned homework?"

"..."

Zheng Shan looked at the sky outside the gate, her gaze reluctant, as if bidding farewell to her happiness, then lowered her head and walked slowly back into the courtyard.

Although that spiritual energy was formless, any cultivator with a slightly higher realm could sense that intense fluctuation of power.

There were nine Tigers of the Opening Hall, ten Heroes of the Established Hall, and thirteen Taibao of the Hall's Defense; among them, the nine Tigers belonged to the upper-level elder tier, the ten Heroes managed ten altars, and beneath those altars, the thirteen Taibao managed twenty-six lookout posts, with clear ranks and detailed divisions of labor.

Yet, gazing at his expression of extreme pain, all her moral principles proved utterly useless; having lived a second life so arduously, with an unknown future, she was merely a wronged soul from another world—what right did she have to blame him?

However, those shadows did not join the battle; without the slightest hesitation or doubt, they threw themselves directly into the Demon's embrace.

Everyone present looked at Xia Zheng with extremely strange expressions; Lin Yuan was even nearly choked by her own saliva.

As one of the four Strange Lands, the Ancient God Statue here was dangerous far beyond mere contact.

He clenched his fist, knowing this had reached a critical moment; if truly necessary, he might have to unleash his most powerful means and fight for his life.

Although most were free, wanting to shuttle back and forth across cultivators' territory on such a flying device was truly a death-seeking act.

"Everyone look, ahead is where I rested while hunting in the mountains; let us all rest a while. There is still some rice; I will start a fire right now to cook porridge for everyone," Old Zheng Tou said with a smile.

Qi Jingyang gazed silently without speaking; Li Yuan had already brought out the trump card like the Ten Thousand Phenomena of the Wind God—what method would he use to meet the challenge?

Qianyu Xi looked into Di Moye's eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips; immediately, her outer robe slid from her body. After a moment of hesitation, she reached out to remove Di Moye's clothes.

Zhang Qiling's fussing took quite some time; by the time he went out, Wu Xie had already adjusted his mindset and was leaning against the bed playing with his phone.

This pool was indeed dug very deep, and it was actually trapezoidal; that is to say, this pool, thirty square units on the surface, actually had about two hundred square units at the bottom.

After the incident with Qi Haochuan, he had heard countless idle rumors and encountered how many rounds of cold mockery and ridicule from neighbors; life was indeed very hard.

One was just a bag of mediocre texture, not very good-looking, and with not much space inside the bag.

Even if he was at his worst, he was still the son of the former Clan Leader; there were plenty of opportunities to kill Zhang Fusheng, an ordinary clan member.

If he had known this beforehand, he would have preferred to pay three million in compensation and even scatter all his family wealth to save Fan Tong; but now that the War Emperor my lord was angered, talking about money was definitely out of the question.

Chen Nanxuan silently watched this scene and couldn't help but snort coldly; Lin Shiyu's family was truly profit-seeking and ungrateful, spineless cowards; compared to the boldness of the Xiao Muxue family in the Eastern Province who dared to stand firm against enemies, the Lin family of the Southern Province was pathetic.

I saw the Xibao in his hand; its face was pale, no longer the lively Xibao it had been. Crying out, I shouted, "Release Xibao, release him!" As I spoke, I was about to run over.

"I'm sorry." I closed my eyes slightly, my voice trembling with uncontrollable slightness, my emotions filled with apology.

It seems the Miss's emotions still need the Prince to soothe them; Steward Bai sighed and walked in another direction.

The person in this picture looked far too much like the Fourth Prince; should he tell Zixuan? Perhaps the Fourth Prince was the person she was looking for? Perhaps Zixuan would stay because of this reason?

"It won't just end like this, will it?" The other three saw that Yun Yijin had no intention of going home to seek help and couldn't help but feel utterly at a loss. To be precise, they had been terrified into a state of utter confusion the moment they learned their divine power was lost.