Chapter 816

One Hundred and Sixty-Two: Yun Xiangyi Returns

Inside the staircase corridor, Ouyang Rong, after careful observation, found that Chen Jiaxin’s expression did not seem like that of someone who had experienced something serious.

Of course, it might also be caution—fearing their master Yun Xiangyi was secretly watching—but overall, Ouyang Rong felt Chen Jiaxin had not sent any ominous signals, and that was enough.

At such a moment, for teammates to exchange even a single glance was rare; at least, it gave the other half a calming pill.

If

Inside the staircase corridor, Ouyang Rong, after careful observation, found that Chen Jiaxin’s expression did not seem like that of someone who had experienced something serious.

Of course, it might also be caution—fearing their master Yun Xiangyi was secretly watching—but overall, Ouyang Rong felt Chen Jiaxin had not sent any ominous signals, and that was enough.

At such a moment, for teammates to exchange even a single glance was rare; at least, it gave the other half a calming pill.

If

But Qian Feng had run straight into a wall, for he was facing Guan Heping—a top student from North Body and a godlike figure in the covert world; though lacking Chai Hua’s terrifying combat power, he ranked just below Chai Hua, a result of innate talent and inheritance combined with postnatal effort.

Since the infant Ye Meng had been exposed, he decided to act early and seize Ye Meng’s entire Dao fruit.

With this thought, Mu Yushuang’s heart felt both joy and melancholy; for now, to Zhao Hao, she might merely be a slightly familiar stranger.

But if permission was granted, wouldn’t they be able to go up? They were already living together—whether permitted now or not, there would always be chances later.

Yaozhidao ， Zheliangtouxiongshoudoushizuidingjiandeguaishou ， Buzhidaozhechangdazhanshuisishuihuo 。

Ye Meng walked as if strolling through a quiet courtyard, entering directly into the heart of the Chaos World, where Zhou Dadun suddenly opened his eyes and saw Ye Meng’s figure.

After a full five to six minutes, Li Tianyi finally stepped into Xia Zhibin’s room.

“Hey, you’ve been corrupted—I was still peeing and playing in mud when you started getting bad.” Gao Jun immediately complained.

But Yi Feng’s reputation grew ever more legendary in the Outer Courtyard; initially, he was called the top disciple below the Xuanling Realm, but somehow, the rumor had spread until he was called the absolute top of the Outer Courtyard.

Wu Zhihao spat out another mouthful of blood, collapsed to the ground from the kick, his demeanor listless. He dared not utter a word in defiance of Zhao Hao’s words.

Xiao Yin spurred his internal true qi, channeling it into the Heaven’s Mechanism Token, then flipped his grip on the token.

Of course, you must pay some utterly useless magic crystals—those glittering things on monster foreheads that even children refuse to play with.

After preparing the dishes, he swiftly rinsed the rice and cooked it, then added water to another pot to stew the chicken. Altogether, it took barely over a quarter-hour; if Luo Jinfeng had done it, she’d need at least an hour.

Wu Ning had no parents, no siblings, and could not comprehend the sibling bond between Han Xian and Han Xiu—but Han Xian’s protective intent toward Han Xiu was plain to see.

Mu Yunzhi! Chu Mo froze; just by those eyes, he could confirm it was Mu Yunzhi—he would never mistake them, this must be Mu Yunzhi! Only Mu Yunzhi had eyes like these.

“And we’re still here getting bitten by mosquitoes,” Liu Chao complained beside him; his Tibetan mastiff howled at the right moment.

The orphans hesitated, uncertain. Xia Tian did not disturb them, letting them think carefully on their own.

Meng Da spoke truthfully: for days, they had followed Lei Shaoqing, wandering aimlessly, never eating at fixed times. Today, to arrive punctually at Dajiang Town, they had only hurriedly eaten breakfast; after finally finding the cook Niu Wogua, they immediately set off again, rushing toward Famous Sword Manor.

Astonishingly, with a simple punch swung upward, striking the purple light, there was a thunderous explosion—and the purple light shattered and vanished, as if scattered by a single blow.

Even so, according to social news reports, the number of casualties in the Huaxia Federation caused by this radiation had already reached ten thousand.

“Hmph, Liao Chuanzhi has been sowing dissent in Shandong, undermining our Great Ming’s foundations—he deserves execution after autumn. You think threatening us old men will pressure His Majesty? We won’t let you succeed!” Shen Shixing flatly refused.

Lin Lifang’s struggles and curses echoed down the corridor; the nanny quickly shut the ward door, and the noise subsided somewhat.

The black-clad figure struggled on the ground for only a moment before a thick black mist rose from the floor, wrapping around him like chains.

Wang Ping’an was focused solely on inspecting Bai Li’s foot and didn’t notice her movement—until he looked up and saw a pair of large breasts flash before him.

Being forced by his own father to eat shit was the humiliation Gu Changsheng could never overcome; his face turned as dark as water, his iron fist clenched with a grinding sound, his eyes blazing with fury as he lunged toward Feng Jing.

“And those werewolves who reject the Blood God and seek to change our faith are the Silver Claws—they frequently assassinate our priests. I’m on their list too, but I’ve killed plenty of Silver Claws myself.”

After listening to Yin Yi’s analysis, Li Bao shivered; he instantly understood why their mentor on the mother planet had called Yin Yi a born conspirator and commander.

Since Lin Lifang became pregnant, Wang Ping’an had been holding back, abstaining from normal marital relations.

Yin Yi glanced at the colorful banners and fans filming with anti-shock cameras outside, then spoke two words to Luo Yuqing.

Whatever the reason, avoiding contact with the Temple’s people was better—both of them were glad to be ignored.

“Train elsewhere…” the Long Family Army disciples exchanged glances, unsure where to go.

To Du Feifan’s mind at this moment, the reason for this was simply that their previous speed had been nothing but filler.

Alice fell silent; her gaze fixed directly on Xiao Se, as if seeking his opinion.

“Qingyue said this morning she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to rest indoors—how could she be gone?” Su Yin looked puzzled.

For the first time in Gu Clan history, such an incident occurred at the Lingwu Gathering—Gu Qianfan must give Gu Rongjun an explanation.

Instantly, the surrounding scenery burned away like fire, and Ruoxi dissolved into a beam of light and vanished before Nangong Jinyu.

Yu Chengming’s face had turned slightly pale, but his injuries had fully healed; inside the main hall, Jin Yunkai sat with closed eyes on the high-backed chair, his expression grim.