Chapter 857

Two Hundred and Four: Separation Is the Norm

The flower bed in the southwest corner of Ouyang Rong’s courtyard was tended by Aqing; she said it brought life to the yard.

Previously, when Aqing was at home, she had tended flowers and plants with Liu’s mother, so it was a habit to her.

Ouyang Rong let Aqing tend the flowers; when she was away, he would regularly help water them…

Right now, before the flower bed Ouyang Rong was watering, in the dim light, Aqing stood frozen, momentarily speechless.

The flower bed in the southwest corner of Ouyang Rong’s courtyard was tended by Aqing; she said it brought life to the yard.

Previously, when Aqing was at home, she had tended flowers and plants with Liu’s mother, so it was a habit to her.

Ouyang Rong let Aqing tend the flowers; when she was away, he would regularly help water them…

Right now, before the flower bed Ouyang Rong was watering, in the dim light, Aqing stood frozen, momentarily speechless.

Forget it—we rats are cursed by the world enough already; one more black mark won’t hurt. Right now, getting this master to be pleased and teaching me a couple of spells is what matters.

Qingling’s words had left me depressed; I rolled my eyes at him, then reached out and pulled back the bed curtain, poking my head out. Dawn was just breaking; incense burned in a bronze brazier inside the hall, its smoke curling gently, and faint morning light seeped through the window lattice, leaving the room still steeped in slumber.

Then Lin Xiong turned his gaze to Su Yanyu and Gu Qingcheng, studying them closely, his eyes filled with unmistakable admiration.

Everyone turned to look, and there, before them under the cold wind, appeared a red band—as if a dividing line—making them feel it was a boundary of death.

Lang Mountain had two peaks; the peak where Lin Fan and the others stood was the highest, and not far away was a shorter peak, where several large trees, covered in snow and ice, offered perfect concealment.

So he wasn’t worried at all; next, Wu Shisan planned to take the two ladies to see this forbidden place.

Then Lin Fan released the other’s hand and said, “I have a way to make you an Evolver.”

When Xiao Kuang broke through to the First Punishment realm, the strength of his body had already surpassed his imagination; he never imagined the Immortal Bloodline could enhance his physical strength to such a degree.

Once the master succeeds in his breakthrough and ascends to immortality, my five Liuli beads will be useless to him—he’ll surely give them to me then. As the aura grew larger, I knew something good was near.

Xu Tianyou rode in on a Bijingchiyanhu , its low roar forcing cultivators to scramble aside.

Li Weiwei sensed something was off, rubbed her eyes, and looked again—Lin Yu was staring blankly at her.

“What’re you thinking about, XIAOTIANQUAN?” Another yellow-haired boy sat in the passenger seat, nudged Huang Dali as he gazed ahead in thought.

Too bad Bai Linghuai hadn’t transformed today; if she’d taken on Teacher Han’s form, she could’ve used the “Beauty Trap” on Li Xuan.

“What did they say?” Bai Linghuai didn’t believe the three immortals were just “chit-chatting” with Wei Meng; three Earth Immortals gathering together must have had a purpose.

In the room, Su Qing’s face glowed with joy; though she hadn’t obtained the beast crystal or beast essence of the Transformation Realm beast, she understood the virtue of knowing when to stop—and besides, she’d been gifted a VIP token, reserved only for Transformation Realm experts, a pleasant surprise.

“Give us the milk and you can leave. Hand over this bottle of milk, then go buy more.” The young man’s tone turned harsh.

“So he’ll start pooping and peeing in this bathtub from now on, right?” Jiao Yun exhaled heavily. He didn’t want to turn his home into a dog kennel just to raise a panda.

Because the cat carried not a shred of hostility, Su Guo quickly retracted her nearly-swung paw.

Luo Qiong sat hunched, silent and still as ever, as if the entire incident had nothing to do with her. She sat there quietly until everyone had left, until a single candle’s glow illuminated the whole room.

Yi Shuihan felt a flicker of disappointment; he blamed himself for failing to retain those two finger bones. Why had he failed? Was it because his Dao arts were weak? No, it certainly wasn’t because the Mao Shan orthodox techniques were flawed, nor because his sect master or father had taught poorly—it was because he hadn’t tried hard enough.

The Blood-Red Divine Blade was razor-sharp; wherever it passed, even empty space was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

“Thank you,” I said to Tianji Old Man; this gratitude came from the heart, for I knew that without him, I would already be a lost wandering soul.

What made Qin Chuan grimace was that his body, seized by the Unicorn Celestial Dragon, was utterly immobilized; his spiritual power couldn’t flow, not even the will to summon Hongmeng Sword was possible.

“Die!” Edmond roared, pouring battle qi into the spirit stone in his hand as a trigger, then hurled it with all his strength.

Nickname: “Problem Duoduo ”; himself, even more problems! Quick-witted, skilled at uncovering core issues.

“Heh, you think saying ‘I can’ is enough to take fifty thousand from me?” Miao Xianlong sneered.

Bai Cheng was only Level 25, but he was the third chief of the ZhaGai tribe—how much had the ZhaGai tribe plundered over the years?

In their cries of alarm, Randeng and Chongxu didn’t hesitate; they immediately moved, leading a group of quasi-saint guest masters to block before Yaochi and the others, their expressions resolute, ready to die.

Until Lu Feifei retreated to the edge of the bed, about to fall off, yet that damn An Muchen kept relentlessly pursuing her.

“Ye Lengfeng may be a jerk, but his medical skill is truly impressive!” An Yujia thought to herself.

Earlier in the room, I had used the Opening-Eye Spell to open my Yin-Yang Eyes; though Yu Hao’s ghostly shadow was gone now, I could still see the traces of yin energy he left along the way.

Bai Ze, like a gentleman, paused gracefully to the side, waiting until Meng Die finished drinking before stepping forward.

Looking at “Liu Yiyi” biting my hand tightly in my arms, I immediately knew this wasn’t the real Liu Yiyi who had awakened.

Erlang Shen was in unbearable agony; he admitted his blind trust in Nitiand Ying and Xiaotianquan had contributed to the deaths of the eagle and dog, but he hated Bai Sheng even more: “What grudge do I have with you, Bai Sheng? I was just sent here to help—why did you go this far?”