Chapter 216: The White-Haired Girl

Gu Manzhi slowly slipped off her thin silk robe, as if flowing clouds spilled to the ground.

She wore only a pink belly-wrap undergarment, its two ribbons hanging from her slender neck, revealing delicate collarbones and rounded shoulders; beneath the belly-wrap, ripples seemed to shimmer like water.

Ye Henshui swallowed hard, stammering: "S-Saintess, you're not really going to…"

Gu Manzhi's cheeks flushed faintly, yet her peach-blossom eyes remained resolute.

"Since the Master questions—

"Mm!" Wu Fifth Summer furrowed her brows, nodding reluctantly—clearly, she did not want to return.

He never expected to be rejected outright by the Absolute Heaven Emperor; his heart burned with resentment.

"You slept for thousands of years, then spent centuries reclaiming what you lost—is that too much?" Fang Mo countered.

No one knew how many of these Master-suppressing bullets they held; suddenly, the once-arrogant Masters grew far more obedient.

Qin Feng seethed inside—he considered himself a seasoned traveler, yet he'd been fooled by such a crude trick; how could he not rage?

Yet this process would be arduous; Fang Mo must first discover how to use his internal Five Elements cycle to transform Yin energy into Water and Wood spiritual energy.

Sneezes and coughs rang out continuously; the gas made Zhen Ye and the others weep uncontrollably—this man had gone mad enough to carry six gas bombs on his person.

Even the celebrity couple that suddenly leaked appeared clearly to have been pushed forward to divert attention.

Zhu Haomiao's actions in the hospital had clearly signaled suspicion toward Zuo Yi—and by ignoring him, they left Zuo Yi to suffer in Zhu Haomiao's silence.

The three split in three directions and fled at full speed, showing no hesitation, not even a thought of resistance.

Daoxuan Ancestor still could not believe it, but remembering Xin Jiang Li's earlier actions, he wisely chose to say no more, continuing instead with his spiritual sense.

Yi Xuan sighed and sat down, the atmosphere he'd carefully built now shattered: "I have no control over you three! Take whichever of these you like!" With that, he pulled out the Shadow Moon Twin Swords, the White Cloud Rope, and his usual Spirit-Stealth Blade.

After a moment of silence, Chu Feng hurried after them; now it was Feng Yue Rong's turn to protect him—he was failing as a servant.

"Feel free to guess what other ninth-rank spells I carry," Fang Ming forced out, suppressing the slight dizziness from the white mist, and tucked the feather back into his chest.

"Besides, I'm not short on money—you know who I am, so you must know that too!" Cao Peng spoke with great solemnity.

"Heh, our master is a hermit—you probably wouldn't know him, Master Cao!" At this moment, Lin Jiadong opened his eyes and spoke.

Su Zimo stood before them, face pitch-black, making everyone want to laugh—but the mood was grave, so no one dared chuckle, though they all wanted to.

When Tang Zhihang heard the syrup say this, he stirred slightly—presumably wondering why his counterpart in this world had made such a strange bet.

"Brother Jinshi, half a day has passed, and Zuo Jun has shown no unusual movement. In my view, should we summon the three disciples to bring him out and hand him over to Yandaozi for care?" Daoxuan Ancestor of Xuehun Mountain broke the silence in the cave.

"I'll give you the largest one, and I'll find someone else to re-transfer the cultivation for you—will that do?" Lin Zhitian pleaded pitifully.

"Can you open your eyes? Try—do you feel any discomfort?" Ye Zi Yu whispered gently.

The biology teacher, furious, turned beet red, pointed at Liang Yiran, momentarily speechless, muttering "Who are you calling a scumbag?" as he shoved Liang Yiran to the ground.