Chapter 276

While Qi Hao was chatting with his family about An Feng, An Feng was also talking about Qi Hao with her mother.

“You… what do you think of Qi Hao?”

Since “discovering” that something was off between her daughter and Qi Hao, Liu Nushi could no longer hold back and finally wanted to talk to her daughter.

“Qi Hao? He’s pretty good.”

An Feng was watching a movie on the living room sofa, holding a cat—it was “Evil Little Spirit.”

Just from the title, you knew what kind of movie it was.

No, he couldn’t be compared to Ling Feiyang at all. Ling Feiyang’s true qi was immensely thick; even if several True Qi Realm cultivators tried to outlast him in a battle of stamina, they might not be his match.

With that, Zhou Yunfeng raised his fist and struck forward, his five-element primordial energy twisting into a punch that instantly met the golden palm of the Thousand Stone Ancestor.

Xing Zhuo had never relaxed his observation of Zhou Yunfeng’s cultivation, yet over three full months, he detected not the slightest anomaly.

Before them stood five giants, each massively built, their entire bodies encased in solid blocks of ice shaped like muscle, as if carved entirely from crystal—sturdier than steel.

Jiraiya felt a pang of surprise; he had returned because of the Uchiha matter, yet the Third Hokage had ordered him to first mend ties with Chu Yue—as if Chu Yue’s relationship mattered more than investigating the Uchiha clan.

Even within the Ling family’s records, references to it were fragmentary and vague, as if it deliberately sought to obscure its own existence.

That day, calculating the distance, they were only a few hundred li from the Blood Pool. Yuan Chengtian reasoned that he had promised the Axe Beast to return the Blade Boat upon leaving the Nine Abysses; if the Blade Boat drew too near the Blood Pool, the Axe Beast might find itself inconvenienced.

In their eyes, if they were street thugs and ruffians unrecognized by the court, then these yamen runners were thugs and ruffians holding official court-issued licenses.

Chu Yue smiled but didn’t disturb Hai Wei; she rose to pour herself a cup of tea, then sat back down in front of her computer.

“Yue Jie, you’re back! Did you see Jin Feng? How was it?” The people in the eastern room rushed over the moment they saw Li Yuejie.

“Alright.” Fan Xuexue slowly released Lan Xi’s hand, but Lan Xi suddenly seized Fan Xuexue’s hand again.

Seeing no way to establish contact with the outside, Zhang Jiaming had no choice but to give up. To survive—that was now his only thought. What else could he do?

Upon hearing this, Ji Fa merely smiled faintly and continued with what he needed to do. His heart no longer stirred easily at such words—like a breeze passing the ear, leaving not the slightest ripple.

“I understand, Master. What level am I now?” Zhang Fan asked immediately. According to the Divine Demon Scripture, he was in the Body Shaping Stage—was this the same as his Master’s cultivation classification?

“Alert! Spear up!” As the spears were lowered in unison, the first rank raised a dense forest of spears; in the firelight, their iron spearheads glowed with a cold, faint radiance, pointing straight into the dark night ahead.

“Should Yan Jin and Yan Yin get some too?” Remembering he had to share with everyone—including those two fox spirits—Lu Dingsheng’s tone turned sour.

“Qian Xia, let’s sit on that big rock up ahead. We can enjoy the view—the green trees below, the scenery—it’s visually stunning.” Lin Mohan pointed to the enormous rock at the mountain’s peak, a rock so huge it resembled a turtle.

The campus of Jinghua University was packed with people; Zhang Fan had finally arrived to register. Since he didn’t plan to live on campus, he’d temporarily left his belongings at the Zhou family’s.

“How do we help?” Hu Shuntang asked, wondering whether the Yecha King, facing a mysterious organization alone, was struggling terribly—surely he couldn’t just kill every single member of the organization?