Chapter 342: Heaven

"The Great Senior Sister of the Heaven's River Sect?" Xuanhua Lady, who had been standing aside listening to the two speak, spoke up: "You must mean Xie Qingxue, the chief true disciple of this generation of the Heaven's River Sect."

Zheng Fa turned his head toward Xuanhua Lady and saw a hint of admiration on her face—he could tell Xie Qingxue was no ordinary person.

Keep in mind, Lady Xuanhua usually only shows this expression when it comes to spirit stones.

【3】 After all, Xuanhua Lady usually showed this expression only for spirit stones.

At the mention of this name, Zhang Shijie's face also showed surprise, as if she had just realized it.

Wang Zhiping had always been indifferent toward Zhang Quan. But now Luo Chengzhong didn't care whether Zhang Quan lived or died, and Huang Tiexin was eager to see Zhang Quan crushed forever. At this moment, Xu Dongqing felt he had to think carefully.

At this moment, Princess Beiqi, Dian Li, and Du Lade entered the carriage in which You Yitian was riding.

One is happier when sharing joy with others. Though he knew Xiao Han's nature, after several solo outings, Chen Hu could no longer bear Xiao Han's mocking gaze—he dragged Xiao Han out by force, claiming he had met some friends at a banquet and wanted him to cheer him on.

"Yes, Lord Paro. Yesterday, the Magic Association made a major decision: to cancel this year's World Magic Symposium. The reason: the Magic City has been utterly destroyed, leaving no venue."

"It's me." The voice was slightly hoarse, like that of a country farmer, and the man blocking the Sage's carriage was dressed plainly—undoubtedly the attire of the lowest class—but he looked less like a farmer and more like a fisherman.

Tianhao was no fake pseudo-sage—he was formidable. Back in the Morning Sun Realm, he once contended with Zhuang Wangu with the Cosmic Annihilation Art. Though the art had been broken and left him severely weakened, he was still a pseudo-sage of the Chaos Realm; killing Zhuang Yu would be no difficult task.

Sunlight shone directly upon Dashan—but at the very moment it neared the Bu Zhou Mountains, it dissolved into mist, rendering the entire Bu Zhou range hazy and indistinct. The howling mountain winds swept through, chanting an epic of lament and song.

"Why not activate the young officials sent by Yangtian Sect? I see they truly have talent. Since we've already accepted them, it's a waste to leave them idle." Yingsu Consort had considered this before but refrained due to her ties with Zhong Wei. Hearing Xi Sa bring it up, she naturally agreed.

"Think of me as the director! It's just acting—don't feel any psychological pressure." He Ying soothed the two with earnest words.

When she looked again, the spiritual clouds had long vanished—she knew the man had reclaimed them. She dared not speak further and all bowed together toward the Ice Palace: "Thank the Emperor for granting us the spiritual clouds." After a long silence with no sound from the Ice Palace, they dared to bow a few more times before leaving.

Su Ran sent Jiang Meng away, then held her stick and stared at the coconuts above her head. She could knock them down with the stick, but it was unreliable; the sun was scorching, taxing her strength, and squinting upward was tiresome.

Hua Hua did not hesitate and pulled out her willow branch and spear, facing the charging Eight-Headed Serpent without fear.

Also present was Su Ran's stepmother, Zhang Lili, mother of Su Man, leaning against her father Su Litian.

Guan Ying froze for a moment, then realized something was wrong—but when she rushed frantically to the door, she panic-strickenly discovered the lab door had been locked.

Chu Yan seemed determined to completely silence Su Ran—no matter what she said, he interrupted her, using an accusatory tone.

"Sister-in-law, this is my fault. My second brother wanted to leave long ago; I just kept forcing him to drink." Liu Baotian quickly spoke up.