Chapter 392: All Beings Step Back, Nine Mountains Move Forward

Young Master Zhao Jingfan has been very happy these past few days.

He had just returned to the former grounds of the Qingmu Sect with his masters and fellow disciples.

Though he had stayed there for several years, in a place so familiar it could not be more so, his mood upon returning was entirely different.

Walking on the path toward the medicinal garden, the bluestones standing by the roadside, the plants and trees growing in the distant garden, and even every single brick and tile on the eaves could make him lose his train of thought for a moment.

It was not just him; every survivor returning after a calamity felt the same upon coming back to—

At the nearby hospital, Gu Shaoyang carried Jiang Meng'er out of the car and went inside; the doctor treated Jiang Meng'er's burns, which were not very serious, so some burn ointment was applied.

During the time Xia Die was present, her room door was knocked on several times; once it was a hotel waiter delivering soup, but she did not dare to open the door, and then Cui Yinghao also came to knock several times.

Zombies can also possess emotions; the armored corpse I saw earlier, though lacking intelligence, displayed such moving affection for its wife that I would not casually destroy a zombie without first determining whether it is good or evil.

"Old man... what... what has happened to you?" asked Lin Yu, a model young man; for no other reason than that Lin Yu simply could not bear that anxious gaze, which made it seem as though Lin Yu were a relative the old man had not seen in several lifetimes.

"Why sleep so much? I have plenty of things to do," Gu Shaoyang said as he sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat.

"When practicing the profound Prajna Paramita, one perceives that the five aggregates are all empty, thereby crossing over all suffering and distress..." A clear voice chanting sutras came from the main hall, belonging to a young man.

This is the Xiling Sword Hand, an ancient fist technique with a far-reaching lineage; someone on the train had once practiced it, though they were practicing a branch style rather than the ultimate skill of the Xiling lineage.

This snake-shaped flying dagger is of little use to me if I keep it on my person; furthermore, it was the weapon of Feng'er's enemy, that senior sister; seeing this weapon always inexplicably ignites my anger, for even though that senior sister is dead, I cannot help but recall her detestable appearance, so it is better to give it away—out of sight, out of mind.

And that expert, who had been knocked flat on his face, struggled to climb down from the barrier, his face already flushed a large patch red, with blood flowing involuntarily from his nose.

Inside that wardrobe were all of Wang Han's clothes, even her undergarments; the air all around was fragrant, making my heart itch so much I nearly lost control.

Gao Qi is far too sinister; he clearly intends to use Zhang Haha's hand to eliminate me, so since that is the case, I will precisely not let him have his way.

There were several times when Nian Xiang directly wanted to turn against Brother Lei, but he held back for my sake.

Jian Dan seemed to know what I was talking about; after hesitating briefly for a few seconds, she directly put her hand inside, which startled me at the time, as I thought she would consider it a while longer, never expecting her to be so direct.

Qiao Duowen was helpless; his pair of large hooks were long-bladed weapons that could not function at all in this kind of close-quarters combat, so he had no choice but to meet the enemy with his bare palms as well.

Song Zheng looked at Tianyuan and finally erupted with the angry shout in his heart; he unleashed the Wood Sacrifice Technique, and countless green leaves immediately spread out from his body in all directions, instantly covering half the sky of the Wood Element Realm.

Liu Jie could feel that the miraculous power within her body was rapidly leaving her.

Focusing his mind to sense the Card System, a virtual screen instantly appeared in Yang Tian's mind; he entered the Heaven's Choice interface, placed the Blood-Colored Demonic Moon card in the center of the interface, and clicked the Evolve button below.

"What? How is this possible?" Wang Feng, present in the arena, felt the tremendous force from Liu Yan, leaving Wang Feng somewhat stunned.

"Brother Yuhao, what do you want to eat for lunch?" Chu Ning's crisp voice came through the phone.

Ao Luan noticed that Ao Sheng's aura was somewhat chaotic and was startled; her father's martial arts, even if not the finest under heaven, were absolutely among the top three in the current age, so who exactly could have caused him such great exhaustion? Could it be Long Qing?