Chapter 840: One Hundred and Eighty-Seven: Miss Chen

One Hundred and Eighty-Seven: Miss Chen’s Micro-Management

Chen Jiaxin’s instructions echoed inside the pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, the night was dark and silent; no one heard the secret discussion between a direct disciple of the Lady Sovereign’s Hall and a lowly kitchen attendant.

Ouyang Rong asked Chen Jiaxin directly:

“So, Miss, what you seek from the old Daoist is the cure for this fatal disease, Xioke?”

Chen Jiaxin lowered her eyes slightly: “Mm. You may understand it that way.”

After a moment, she looked at him again and instructed:

Chen Jiaxin’s instructions echoed inside the pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, the night was dark and silent; no one heard the secret discussion between a direct disciple of the Lady Sovereign’s Hall and a lowly kitchen attendant.

Ouyang Rong asked Chen Jiaxin directly:

“So, Miss, what you seek from the old Daoist is the cure for this fatal disease, Xioke?”

Chen Jiaxin lowered her eyes slightly: “Mm. You may understand it that way.”

After a moment, she looked at him again and instructed:

Sheng Qing’er blinked in surprise—she hadn’t expected her son to be so defiant. This was the Supreme Elder of our clan, and he didn’t even spare him a glance?

The Blood Shadow Alliance was a force that even Ten Thousand Swords Mountain struggled with—a new power that rose on the Tianhuan Continent ten years ago. Gong Sun Changshan now understood why Gong Sun Jing had leapt from Soul Awakening Stage Five to Void Stage One “Cave” in just three months: the Blood Shadow Alliance had been pushing him from behind.

The Thunder-Drum Golden Hammer originally came in a pair, but before this, Chu Yi had given one to Li Yuanhao, the Crown Prince of the Yunxiao Dynasty, for the man possessed innate godlike strength and was perfectly suited to wield it.

The remaining three bandits grew furious—if they’d known Wu Song was this strong, they’d have stabbed him twice more back then, and their two companions wouldn’t have been killed by him.

This had been absolutely impossible before; she had always been utterly confident in her appearance, never once experiencing such a thing.

Of course, Song You admitted that only Heaven knew how effective this ring would be.

The forest appeared lush and thriving, ideal for birds and beasts, but Long Yuan had walked the whole way without seeing many creatures—only the occasional cry of a bird.

Inside the carriage, Zhang Heng sat frozen, staring as Li Zhuo and the others stepped out; beside him, Director Chen trembled, clutching his pistol, now crushed into a pile of scrap metal.

There’s no such thing as a free lunch—two cultivation manuals, one martial arts, that’s understandable, but the cultivation one? That was shocking.

For forty-eight days, he meditated day and night without rest, sleeping only two hours; as a Soul Awakening martial artist, no matter how strong his combat power, fatigue inevitably crept into his mind.

This speed and range left all the demons in awe; from above, the Golden Cloud Finals arena looked like a volcanic crater, its core burning with roaring flames, as if ready to erupt at any moment.

Ling Feifei and the Golden Python Prince followed closely behind, and soon the group vanished into the forest.

Moreover, once the sect learns I killed a disciple of Yiyang Gate, I won’t be killed by Yiyang’s experts—I’ll be killed by the Sect Master himself.

“The King of a Thousand Evils—I never expected you’d manifest your soul’s true form. Aren’t you afraid of severe soul damage?” Li Xiao smiled faintly.

Chen Hui followed Princess Ya Tai’s gaze and saw that the captured soldiers were each bound to pillars.

The servant first froze—he’d long coveted the Queen Bee’s beauty, especially since she’d cast her seduction technique—but then sharp pain shot up his foot. He looked down: his bear paws were now bristling with countless poisoned needles.

Fu Xi had been angry at Qi Ji for summoning him and nearly getting him obliterated, but now that Qi Ji knelt and bowed, his anger vanished.

The four ascended the grass-covered steps to the majestic twenty-meter-high mountain gate, surrounded on all sides by sheer cliffs—no other path led inside.

Realizing this, Li Xiao retracted all his awareness into his soul and used soul power to desperately resist the freezing cold that cracked his soul.

The Eagles’ entire team gathered to watch the game’s live broadcast; though it wasn’t nationally televised—what a shame—there was regional coverage on Time Warner Cable in New Jersey and Wisconsin, giving the Eagles a chance to watch.