Chapter 166

In the vast black marsh, two figures floated and sank in the mud.

Yu Hongyin's hair was stuck with a cluster of reeds, while the young maid's head was stuffed inside a hollowed-out tree root.

The two disguised themselves as plants, suppressing their qi, using the miasma as cover—even divine sense sweeps struggled to detect anything amiss.

Yu Hongyin's pale little face was smeared with mud; her eyes fixed on the distant crowd, her brows slightly furrowed, "Something feels off…"

The young maid whispered.

"If I hold you, will you feel the warmth?" Cen Mu suddenly reached out and took Cang Li's hand—the icy touch made Cen Mu shiver.

Lin Xiao fell silent. Hadn't he brought Lin Xixi on as assistant just to spend more time with her? He didn't know if Lin Xixi understood his intent, but if he didn't cling to her, wouldn't she drift further away?

With his comprehension of the Dao, he gained new insights into the Five Elements—each of the five spiritual attributes held its deepest essence, the origin of its nature.

"Can you not fight?" Zhan Xie wanted to tear off his ears and check if something was stuffed inside, otherwise how could he not understand words?

An Jin gripped the blanket tightly in both hands, frowning; the doctor's words still shocked her, her inner turmoil lingering long after.

Mice surged from the backyard like a tide, circling on the ground with no sign of dispersing; then, Jieluo and Lambert's palms erupted in flames, roasting every mouse on the ground to charcoal—only two mice remained alive, clutched in their hands alone.

"Why are you getting up? Don't you know your wounds are severe?! You're insane." Cen Mu set down a bowl of black, steaming medicine, then turned to help him up.

Feeling her body abnormally scorching, yet not like a fever, Wen Qingcheng tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep, then finally picked up her phone and opened Weibo.

Lan Fengli's voice was faint but pierced with icy killing intent; in these eleven years, he had not only cultivated but also studied arrays, breaking through to the Second-Rank Immortal Array.

Seeing he offered no chance at all and was about to leave, Liang Meng Jun clutched her stomach, her face contorting with pain, her other hand gripping Gu Maofeng's, forcing out a strained sentence.

"Wuchen?" Feng Liancheng murmured softly, his slender fingers instantly closing around the teacup's rim.

"Is that so? It sounds reasonable." The Princess Royal understood the reason and ceased pressuring Feng Mian; after all, the primordial genes she inherited were not strong—indeed, they were quite thin.

This ultimate power shattered space with a single stomp; the flying spatial blades whipped up a colossal storm, as if space itself froze at that instant.

"Pfft!" Lin's Lady couldn't help laughing—such a crude name; could he really be some country bumpkin, as Wu Qiumo claimed? When had Yu Han's taste sunk so low that she'd submit to a rustic lout?

He was indeed defeated by me, utterly so. Among men, once you lose, you lose—where you fell, there you reclaim your honor. That's the way it is.

Disturbed from his midnight slumber, Zhao Yanhe was displeased, but upon hearing the matter, his expression instantly turned solemn.

"Let's begin." As Ye Chen spoke firmly in his heart, the wavering soul instantly stabilized, and the supreme method of Barbarian Soul Refinement activated at once.

"Wan'er, it's not what you think—I only see her as a little sister." Zhan Zhao also found it strange; their relationship didn't require such explanations, yet he simply didn't want her to misunderstand.

"Uh… how did the teacher come here…?" Xie Qingyun remembered introducing himself on their first meeting—apparently, Teacher Nie hadn't heard a word.

Zhan Tingbai is indeed clever; her choice is not unreasonable—after all, who could believe I defeated Tie Tou and drove away Chu Xiaosheng?