Chapter 399: Rapid Advancement, the Demon Ancestor

Afterwards.

Zheng Fa felt Zhang Shijie's hair brushing against his neck; when he looked down, he saw her lounging lazily in his arms—truly living up to her name.

Only then did he notice that Zhang Shijie had lit red candles somewhere in the room.

Her skin, usually like the finest white jade, bore not a single flaw and glowed faintly translucent; under the candlelight, it took on a warm hue.

But now, that jade seemed flushed with twilight.

"I know a little," Xia Jian asked softly, following Li Lan's words. "Has your aunt had this habit for several years?"

Meng Li said: "Long Luo, is there truly no room for negotiation?" Long Luo replied: "It's not that I intend to claim the Sacred Land for myself—it concerns the future of the cultivation world; only under my control can it fulfill its true purpose."

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

Even if they broke through the barrier, beyond it lay the Hell's Dome, as solid as a stone—could they simply run away whenever they wished?

Although Xiao Yunfei was the Martial Alliance Leader, such a major matter required the approval of all martial sects before any true departure could be made.

As the second hand inch by inch advanced, Lin Huizhen's heart grew increasingly anxious.

"You'll pay for this," Long Jiao glared fiercely at Li Jiang, then grabbed Mei and vanished on the spot.

The ten black-clad warriors within a three-zhang radius, enveloped by the "Heaven-Crushing, Earth-Collapsing" aura, lunged at Yang Yunhan like madmen at the shout of Tian Yin Shiren: "Break!"

Xu Wen Zhen's pulse diagnosis revealed that Shangguan Bixiao had first been poisoned by the Golden Silkworm Gu, then by the Heaven-Earth Miasma Pill—truly a miraculous feat. Yet Xu Wen Zhen showed no pride; instead, he shook his head.

He stopped, thought carefully: he had just found a footprint—the only lead available. If he didn't follow it to that village, what if Yu Yaohai was truly there?

The scene in the sky left people bewildered: Long Xiu vanished into thin air, astonishing and intriguing them equally.

A piercing pain shot through Xuan Ming's heart; he could not speak, only murmuring between trembling lips: "Jinse, you're so foolish. So foolish." After a moment's hesitation, Xuan Ming turned, led out the horse from the ruined building—it had rested enough—and mounted it, galloping toward the army fifty zhang away.

Wenren Ya's aura had steadily moved from the inn toward the town's other gate. Shen Xiao, familiar with her and bound by the unique connection of marriage, could precisely sense the direction of her departure.

Whether because the door opened too loudly or for some other reason, Xuan Ming suddenly lifted his head, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he stared at Ming Long and Qing Yan. Qing Yan flinched, nearly dropping the tray in her hand.

After returning to the sect, life settled back into calm. Wang Jie spent each day fervently absorbing the pills, gradually enhancing his strength, and spent his remaining time almost entirely with Bai Ruisuang, savoring the rare peace.

"The one who takes your life," came a cold voice, and before Liu Hui's eyes, space twisted as two figures appeared.

How could Liu Moyan betray Duan Jinrui's feelings? Having understood the meaning of Zhuang Li Jue, his initial gratitude and softening—born from Duan Jinrui's willingness to stay and care for him—now hardened into resolve.

Duan Jinrong unconsciously turned his head; the boy's warm breath lingered near his ear, his cheeks faintly flushed.

"Oh my, Brother Shen~ So naughty~ I want a hug~" Yuan Nanfei immediately purred in a mocking tone at Shen Xiao after Yang Yang left. No sooner had he finished speaking than he collapsed laughing—oh, this was too funny.