Chapter 807: One Hundred Fifty-Three: Meeting the Crane-Cape Old Daoist Again

One Hundred Fifty-Three: Meeting the Crane-Cape Old Daoist Again

Morning, Qingliang Valley.

A pale golden dawn light fell upon the largest waterfall, turning the white waves into gold as they churned endlessly over the falls, a sight most beautiful.

The white cascade plunged straight down, striking rocks and spraying mist, adding a hazy veil to the morning Qingliang Valley.

As the rising sun slowly climbed, the morning light began to dispel the shadows on the waterfall, driving them downward until it crushed the darkness entirely beneath the cliff’s edge, where a rusted sword was planted into the wall.

Morning, Qingliang Valley.

A pale golden dawn light fell upon the largest waterfall, turning the white waves into gold as they churned endlessly over the falls, a sight most beautiful.

The white cascade plunged straight down, striking rocks and spraying mist, adding a hazy veil to the morning Qingliang Valley.

As the rising sun slowly climbed, the morning light began to dispel the shadows on the waterfall, driving them downward until it crushed the darkness entirely beneath the cliff’s edge, where a rusted sword was planted into the wall.

Ever since he had, in his dream, caused Lu Xuewei’s family to be destroyed and her life ruined, it was already too late.

Lu Yan’s abilities clearly exceeded the realm of martial artists; his method of dealing with the strange youth was truly miraculous.

As his hand touched Lu Xiuming’s neck, Cheng Yan leaned forward, exhaling warm breath onto the back of Lu Xiuming’s ear.

In just a dozen or so moves, Luo En’s mind was stripped bare of techniques and strategies, the board’s battle growing fiercer by the second.

Judging from her last tutoring session with Cheng Xing, his class rank was already solidly within the top twenty; but since there were no more monthly exams, his exact standing remained unknown—though admission to a top-tier university was likely.

Many break through to the Sinew Refining stage before twenty-five, yet by thirty-five have still not perfected Sinew Transformation, let alone crossed the Bone Threshold to become Bone Refining martial masters.

As Luo En advanced his war-chariot piece, aided by his promoted pawn, he blocked the enemy king’s final escape route; Hecate, with no hope left, reluctantly toppled her pieces and conceded defeat with a grimace.

Chen Weizhong did not refuse immediately, for he understood that an American bank’s sponsorship and presence would boost the building’s occupancy rate.

Lin Zhiling was delighted; she would pick up a piece of wagyu and place it into Lin Zhengjie’s mouth, eagerly pleasing him with a bright, excited smile.

If operated continuously for two or three years, even if the Spirit Gathering Array vanished, spiritual energy from heaven and earth would slowly gather here.

Li Qiang stood at the camp gate, supervising the two new recruits, ensuring they dared not slack off.

Of course, this was the new village head; with He Qianzhu a Provincial Graduate, the new He Village Head was also a Licentiate—father’s legacy passed to son.

A heavily rusted bronze bell hung beneath the upturned eaves of a five-corner pavilion, emitting a dull, creaking rumble as if ready to crash to the ground. The bell’s mouth was barely two feet above the cracked blue bricks, entirely concealed by dense wild grasses jutting from the fissures; without close inspection, one could not tell where the sound originated.

As a cleanliness obsessive, An Ze Yi, upon moving to a new place, first donned gloves and a mask and scrubbed the bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen until spotless, even the wooden floors and tiles gleaming like mirrors.

At that moment, a certain man couldn’t help thinking: What a pity—he hadn’t guessed right. He’d probed for ages without detecting any reaction from his father-in-law, and once Zi’an appeared, his chance was gone.

“I like eating greens—just give me greens.” It was March, the lean season between harvests; greens hadn’t yet grown well, so villagers mixed them with wild herbs like ferns and shepherd’s purse. Though the wild herbs tasted poor, they were nutritionally rich.

“Since when did this start?” Gu Qingyun stared at the pile of colorful items, his mind forming a guess.

After the list was posted, the selected girls felt both anxious and delighted: delighted that they finally had a chance to go to the capital, even serve in the palace; anxious that the capital lay far away, its future uncertain.

In addition, chicken coops, cages, and feeding utensils were washed clean with boiling water, then dried in the sun—or simply replaced outright.