Chapter 464

“So, you invented a Soul Transformation technique to flatter True Person Zhang? And a new edition of the Comprehensive Mirror just to please your sister?”

In a side hall of University Island, relying on the Nine Chapters Calculation Array, Lady Xuanhua stared at the Comprehensive Mirror and asked Zheng Fa.

Her tone was strange, even tinged with despair.

Lady Xuanhua was not alone in the hall.

Every cultivator above Nascent Soul in the Nine Mountains Realm was present.

Master Pang and Master Huang stood beside Sister Zhang, whispering.

“How to explain it? Brother Ghost still doesn’t get it—he thinks this money is easy to make.” Xin Yan took the cigarette, lit it, and drew a puff—it was a decent brand, far better than his usual.

Though he had already drawn his dagger, Zhi Yeliao hesitated. He wasn’t lacking courage to enter, nor was he afraid—he just felt something terrifying must lie inside, otherwise why so many seals?

As the colossal shadow appeared, endless ghostly miasma engulfed the entire scene. Dark clouds, like ink, slowly gathered in the sky, thick and unyielding, blotting out the heavens.

Though Seven Absolute Killings desperately did not want to hand Ling’er to the Phoenix King, he knew Ling’er’s importance to the Forbidden Forest made it impossible to take her away. Reluctantly, he passed Ling’er toward the Phoenix King.

Before Tian Di Bao could finish washing his face and brushing his teeth, Shao Yuan had already arrived by car. Tian Tiantian greeted Tian Di Bao, then left for her date.

“Hmm, I see. I’ve never seen these cops before—are they not from our area?” Xin Yan nodded and asked.

After three days of forced marching, on the fourth day at noon, over twenty thousand orcs suddenly arrived before a city whose architecture differed drastically from that of New Wo Continent.

“Heh, then let me toast Brother Dong with tea.” Xin Yan picked up a cup of cold tea from the table and drained it in one gulp.

Seeing countless blades and swords charge forward, yet lacking strength, Tu Yao knew Shi Feng was done—he was at his last breath.

Wang Xiyuan frowned. Only five days remained. A round trip normally took three days—what if Master Linghui was away or refused to come?

Leaving aside other matters, just the fact that Yue Qingcheng gave Lin Mumu ten Revival Pills—and those pills saved Lin Mumu—made Lin Min deeply grateful and reverent toward Yue Qingcheng.

Merely the brush of fingertips had already made Jun Wuyao struggle to suppress his inner impulses. He didn’t know—if he drew closer, could he still maintain his current sanity?

Beneath him, Feng was so embarrassed she wanted to bury her head in Bu Fan’s chest, her ears flushed red.

After killing Luo Qingcheng, he came to the Upper Three Realms—barely survived nine deaths. Better never set foot here at all.

Saying this, Jing Wuyan pulled out his wine gourd, took a deep swig, and vanished, stepping on his Shadowless Step.

Han Mei hurried off to comply. Zi Jin adjusted her appearance before the mirror and smiled silently. Jingmi Shitai… this time, I truly owe you thanks.

Ji Yun widened his eyes, about to examine closely—when sudden pain pierced his mind. He snapped his eyes open, gasping for breath, his body drenched in sweat.

“Alright, Dabao, this is Master Hong’s secluded cultivation chamber. No one lives within a hundred li. Go inside and cultivate. I’ll return in half a month to fetch you.” Hong Shiming spoke gently.

Normally Miao Miao never let her touch, let alone hold her—this time, she must be truly heartbroken, for she didn’t push her away.

Song Ruilin rejoiced. This was far better than taking shares in their family! He’d once been willing to share equity because he wanted to leverage their official status. Now that his elder sister was about to marry into an official family, they had a powerful patron—no need for shares anymore.

Yun Chi sometimes looked at him, and resentment outweighed old friendship. But lately, that resentment had faded a little, for she had found a spiritual vein. This stroke of fortune, born from misfortune, was possible only because of him—so she ought to thank him properly.

On the stele were drawn countless intricate patterns; at their center was inscribed an ancient traditional Chinese character.

At least, compared to the utter darkness beneath Su Kou Mountain, this light felt far more reassuring.

Yet after the bet was fulfilled, he never proposed breaking up—he remained as kind to me as ever, continuing until university graduation.

“Do you think Dad has any reason to lie to you?” Ji Chang’an frowned, glancing at his son.

Ye Ziling also stared at him. Their eyes met. Moments later, she immediately struggled out of his embrace.

Xiao Zhe and Ji Anqi entered the living room, where Ji Chang’an, Xiao Tianyu, and Bai Muya were sipping tea and chatting.

The first method, like the Warrior and Mage Guilds, tests candidates’ combat qi and magic talent, scoring them from 10 down to 1 based on ability.

She dug a wider, deeper tunnel along her original path. The tunnel led underground into the valley, but she dared not be careless—she stopped just short of the mountain wall, avoiding areas the Solow Tree King might notice.

She chattered on and on, full of complaints—but her eyes grew brighter and brighter, clearly indicating she was in high spirits.

“Them? Is Miss Zhong here too? How is she now? How’s Hanxiang? Has she regained her memory?” Qin Lan asked. They’d known each other a long time, cared deeply, and after so long apart, her questions naturally piled up.

“Jiajia, you’ve finally appeared!” Mu Licheng stared at Zhao Jiajia, suddenly appearing before him—his heart leapt. He knew he hadn’t imagined it—she was back again.

The Steamed Bun Beauty still stood at the door, calling out to tourists in her sweet voice.

Lin Anran reflected: she couldn’t really blame Rong Jin. No law in this world says one must love another.

He once thought it was all a dream—but Ye Mingming gave him a tangible reality, turning it all true. He felt now he was the happiest man on earth: wife, son, and a harmonious home.

“Big Sister Lan, my sister Wang told me to tell you—Moyuan’s matter is settled. Brother Wang won’t pursue it.” Mo Lin sat down casually opposite Lan Ling’er, spotted a steaming cup of tea, reached to pick it up, then glanced at Lan Ling’er, thought better of it, pushed it aside, and took another cup for himself.