Chapter 801: One Hundred and Forty-Six, Behind the Wooden Gate

One Hundred and Forty-Six, Behind the Wooden Gate

Before the pond.

Ouyang Rong, Chen Jiaxin, and En Ting’s gazes were all drawn to the cave entrance behind the waterfall.

The white-robed woman’s figure was faint, her steps light, the moonlight bathing her softly; amid the swirling mist from the violent clash of white waterfall and sword qi, she seemed to have stepped out of a black-and-white ink painting, so ethereal she felt unreal.

Only one narrow path crossed the pond, and Ouyang Rong was walking upon it—he stopped, subtly blocking Yun.

Before the pond.

Ouyang Rong, Chen Jiaxin, and En Ting’s gazes were all drawn to the cave entrance behind the waterfall.

The white-robed woman’s figure was faint, her steps light, the moonlight bathing her softly; amid the swirling mist from the violent clash of white waterfall and sword qi, she seemed to have stepped out of a black-and-white ink painting, so ethereal she felt unreal.

Only one narrow path crossed the pond, and Ouyang Rong was walking upon it—he stopped, subtly blocking Yun.

Chen Chumo felt things were truly chaotic now; he stepped forward, grabbed Mu Zhen by the arm with no gentleness, and hurled her onto the sofa, where she began to sob.

Hu Xixi rolled her eyes. “You could try—it’s free anyway.” Though her detention lasted only six days, it was an unforgettable experience for Hu Xixi; she would remember the preciousness of freedom.

“Sister, which one have you set your sights on?” Though she knew that, given their status, the princess would likely marry the Crown Prince, she still wanted to know her sister’s heart.

Luo Feng stepped out of the tent and conveyed Qi Zeyi’s orders to the kneeling soldiers. Moments later, silence settled outside—no more shouts.

“But it’s me who’s breaking up with you!” In an instant, Xiao Caifu revealed a devilish smile.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to the restroom now—I’ll be back soon.” Mu Zhen glanced at Chen Chumo, but he seemed lost in thought and didn’t notice her gaze. Mu Zhen walked past him, slightly disappointed.

“Momo… you… don’t recognize me?” He forced himself to stay calm, whispering to her, but the panic in his eyes could not be hidden.

“He never left the countryside before—I only brought him out last month,” Hu Xixi explained.

Zhou Zheng kept staring at Man Jia, but his heart grew timid. He wanted to ask, yet didn’t know how—or whether he even had the right. They’d agreed to just be friends. If he asked, would Man Jia think he still had feelings for her and pull away? What should he do?

The other three Elders, witnessing this, also grew somber, their eyes dimming—as if they feared this outcome deeply.

“Your Majesty, Grand Physician Ling is right. We only hope you’ll always keep the prince in your womb in mind, and not act so recklessly again,” Zhi Qiu added, murmuring beside her.

Combined, Kaisa gains eight centimeters in height, easily surpassing 180 cm, and his headbutt skill improves significantly—height matters.

“Maybe. But don’t get too relaxed! Our mission is critical—no room for even the slightest mistake!” Li Erniu said.

After playfully teasing Xiujie and eating a peculiar tofu dish, Luota finally freed himself after handing over the magical recording device. He left Xiujila’s room and pulled out another magical recording device. The shadow on the ground stood with hands on hips, laughing uproariously.

“Big Beard, did you feel anything just now?” Su Mubai sat in his seat and said something inexplicable to the big-bearded man beside him.

The fans let out a loud chorus of boos, accusing Sabaleta’s tackle from behind—a dangerous move, deserving a red card.

“Slipped up…” He’d known Du Ziyuan liked stirring trouble, but he never imagined he’d skip updates during the Seven Peaks Festival—a perfect chance to boost popularity.

The Water Dragon walked up to the Duke, gripped the tough leather ropes binding him, and snapped them clean. The Duke was dragged out and handed over to the soldiers.

“This must be an F… damn, what a retard.” Du Ziyuan shook his head, pulled a blanket onto the floor, and lay down to sleep.

“Then I’ll…” Du Ziyuan’s words cut off mid-sentence. The system prompt appeared just then.

The lives of the ten within the Demon Toad Spirit’s belly rested entirely on him. He gritted his teeth, shifted his spell formation, and unleashed a complex array of seals upon the Demon Toad Spirit. It roared again, finally gaining the upper hand against the demon. The predators still watched, but no longer dared to test.

That night, back home, Chen Zhengwei opened his own door, glanced inside, then turned to Lin Changning’s room, lifted her over his shoulder, and carried her out.

Amid the stunned gazes of the onlookers, another tremor—like a subterranean dragon turning—emerged from the phantom of the Moonshadow Stone.

Seeing Bai Yujing’s faint retreat, Li Chao Feng’s expression grew calm, his voice flat.

It wasn’t that Korea was particularly strong—but they knew how to suck up well, so they received plenty of technical assistance.

After countless years, Yu Li woke. Around him, nothing but blinding white—no living thing in sight. He remembered only his task: to collect the fragments of the Ten Thousand Spirits Disc. Like a walking corpse, he wandered every corner of the Void Spirit Realm.

Many had memorized the details backward and forward; the topic of discussion had long since strayed from its original course.

After all, most people in Chinatown were Cantonese; these Minnan folks had to learn Cantonese to survive here.

The next moment, the two sword cultivators outside also entered—either because they hadn’t heard the commotion inside the cave, or hoping to claim a share. Seeing the two seemed ambushed, they immediately smiled.

Besides, by withdrawing their main forces from the southern slopes of Baohua Mountain and avoiding direct confrontation with Anning Palace, their troop movements would be far more flexible than now. Then, would Han Qian even dare to break out from the eastern front?

The red dot slowly expanded, swaying like a firefly in the rain, like a lantern carried by a drunken night watchman.