Chapter 414: Risk Transfer, Gang Operation

Tianhe Sect.

Xie Qingxue’s spirit stirred; the Tongjian flew into her waistband and became a delicate, tiny sword pendant.

Just now, she spoke with Zheng Fa through the Tongjian and gained a general understanding of what the Five Element Orchid was.

“The Ninefold Golden Core Method…”

She gazed at the doorway, brows slightly furrowed, her slender fingers still playing with the shrunken Tongjian, silently pondering:

Zheng Fa explained the matter quite clearly.

Five

“Thank you, Seventh Brother,” Zhao Jin nodded. He understood Zhao Xun meant well, but he still felt becoming a monk was best for him—cutting ties with the mortal world would end it all.

Zhao Anshen tilted his head, thought carefully, then nodded. “Your method is good.” He decided to try it himself later.

Yang Yiyun felt he hadn’t received any attention from the old man in ages, yet now he was utterly delighted.

Yet a seemingly absurd thing would never have happened if Fang Chaoyang had shown even a little patience and trust, or if Gu Qingyuan had been willing to explain one more time or soothe him a bit more—it wouldn’t have spiraled out of control.

Wang Jing took the call but said nothing, simply pressing the phone to his ear and waiting in silence.

Yang Yiyun could only feel boundless, primordial power coursing through his entire body—anyone who dared challenge him would be torn apart alive.

“Then I’ll keep it for now; when you’re hungry, come get it!” Li Kexin figured Li Yi just had no appetite now, but he’d be hungry after the party ended.

Chen Shunchang froze. Gu Ruoli had clearly been deceived and was now mentally confused—she was still defending him despite being so wronged.

Besides this, Li Yi noticed the three private rooms had already been assigned: Zhao Meifeng and her husband’s group went to the middle room, Chairman Ma and his party went to the right room, and he and Liu Tao’s group were heading to the left.

At this moment, I looked up and saw a flood of black liquid surging from the end of the corridor—this black liquid must have been leftover from the Yin Wall; if it splashed on us, we’d likely turn to piles of white bones instantly.

Half a month later, Yun Qingging finished her postpartum period, Ouyang Qi’s condition had improved greatly, and he could now get out of bed and walk around. Today was Ling Yue’s twenty-fifth birthday; Wei Yiyang had already issued an edict: nationwide tax exemption, universal celebration.

After leaving Yunxian Palace, she went directly to Yuechen Palace. When she arrived, Meng Yuchen, Mu Qingyan, and Shui Yu were all there; Ouyang Qi had already returned to rest.

“What friend? Someone like that can’t possibly be our friend,” Zhou Min said, seeing Wu Hua had returned.

He reached the door and blocked Yongshou’s path. “Are you the princess of Longcheng?” he asked.

Time halted here, stripping away all brilliance and ornamentation; years stood still, sweeping clean every beautiful sight. Now, moonlight bathed the exposed rocks, the long grasses and dense trees—all of it, like a solitary grave.

Xuan Shitian was the last hope of humanity. If one day Xuan Shitian lost self-control, this… the aftermath would be like a chain reaction, a butterfly storm, a cascade of dominoes—completely unpredictable. I widened my eyes, staring at Xuan Shitian in disbelief.

The Heart Lamp infused Hong Jun’s entire meridian system. Amid the searing pain, Hong Jun felt warmth; the seal over his heart was reinforced once more. The white light poured in endlessly, robbing him of consciousness and drawing him into a beautiful dream.

Zhang Sanfeng’s heart was now pounding. Though he had no fondness for the old bastard, he’d relied on him—and now even the old man didn’t understand what was happening. This was likely going to be serious.

Yet no matter how hard she thought, no matter how much she strained her mind, she could not fathom why Qiao Liang had gone to such elaborate lengths to engineer this “chance encounter.” It couldn’t possibly be mere curiosity about who she was—Qiao Liang wasn’t that bored, that devoid of serious matters. At any rate, Qi Yue refused to believe such an explanation.