Chapter 399: Soaring Progress, the Demon Ancestor's Grand Scheme!

Afterward.

Zheng Fa felt Zhang Shijie's hair brushing against his neck; lowering his head, he saw his shijie languidly lying in his arms — truly a person living up to her name.

Only now did he notice that Zhang Shijie had, at some unknown time, lit red candles in the room.

Shijie's skin was usually like the finest Bai Yu — not only flawless, but even faintly translucent. Under the candlelight, it would carry a warm glow.

But at this moment, that beautiful jade seemed to ripple with the colors of an evening glow,

"I know a thing or two — Auntie, this problem of yours should have been going on for several years now, right!" Xia Jian followed Li Lan's words and asked softly.

Meng Li said: "Long Luo, is there really no room for negotiation on this matter?" Long Luo said: "It's not that I want to claim that Sacred Land for myself, but that Sacred Land concerns the future of the Cultivation World — only in my hands can it play its proper role."

Seeing that Wang Youcai was fine, Chen Yu returned to the hospital that evening. Wu Wu wanted to stay and keep Wang Youcai company, but Wang Youcai was unwilling.

Even if they break through the barrier, outside there is still the Vault of Hell, hard as rock — how could they simply flee whenever they wished?

Although Xiao Yunfei was the Chief of the Wulin Alliance, such a major matter still required the recognition of every sect in the martial arts world before it could truly set out.

Watching the second hand advance step by step, Lin Huizhen's heart could not help but begin to grow anxious.

"You just wait for me — and you humans too, especially you…" Long Jiu stared fixedly at Li Jiang, then pulled Mei and vanished from the spot.

The ten black-clad warriors within three zhang on all sides, shrouded by the "Heaven-Sundering, Earth-Splitting" Qi, at Heavenly Seal Person's furious roar of "Break!", flung themselves at Yang Yunhan like madmen.

After taking her pulse, Xu Wenzhen already knew that Shangguan Bixiao had first been poisoned by the Golden Silkworm Gu, then by the Heaven-Earth Miasma Pill — truly a marvelous technique. Yet Xu Wenzhen's face showed no trace of triumph; instead, he shook his head.

He stopped his steps and thought it over carefully. He had finally found a footprint — this was currently his only clue. If he didn't follow the trail to that village and take a look, what if Yu Yaohai really was in that village?

The scene that appeared in the sky left people somewhat baffled. Long Xiu vanishing into thin air both astonished and intrigued them greatly.

A stabbing pain shot from Xuan Ming's heart; he could not utter a single word, and between his lips and teeth came only: "Jinse, you fool. Such a fool." Xuan Ming hesitated for a moment, turned, led out from the broken building the horse that had rested enough, swung himself onto its back, and galloped toward the army fifty zhang away.

Wen Renya's aura had been moving from the inn toward the other side of the town gate. Shen Xiao was familiar with her, and with the special concern between husband and wife, he could accurately sense the direction she had left in.

Whether it was the sound of the door being pushed open being a bit too loud or what, Xuan Ming suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with killing intent as he looked at Ming Long and Qing Yan. Qing Yan was so startled that her hand trembled, nearly dropping the tray in her grasp.

After returning to the sect, life returned to a state of calm. Every day, besides vigorously absorbing those pills and gradually raising his own strength, Wang Jie spent nearly all his remaining time with Bai Rushuang, enjoying that rare happiness.

"The one here to take your dog's life," a cold, clear voice slowly rang out, as the space before their eyes twisted and two figures appeared before Liu Hui.

How could Liu Moyan possibly betray Duan Jinrui's affection? He understood Zhuang Lijue's meaning; the gratitude and softening that had risen in him because Duan Jinrui was willing to stay and care for him, because of this, hardened into resolve.

Duan Jinrong instinctively tilted his head slightly; the young man's warm breath lingered by his ear, and a faint blush rose on his cheeks.

"Aiya, Big Brother Shen~ How annoying~ I want a hug~" After Yang Yang left, Yuan Nanfei immediately spoke in a strange, mocking tone, acting coquettishly toward Shen Xiao. The moment he finished speaking, he burst out laughing on the ground — ah, that was just too funny.