Chapter 81: 080

"I've long heard of the scenic beauty of the Mazu Temple on Nan'ao Island; now that I've finally come here, I must take in the sights to feel satisfied," said Zhao Yanyu.

"It will cause massive casualties. Many will die," Shu Mei didn't know why she said this to the big fox—perhaps the fox’s earlier gaze had made her think it would hesitate? After speaking, she studied the big fox closely.

"Hmph! Still pretending to be virtuous! You’ll never return to who you truly are," said Leng Yuqing, her face icy. Even with many Blue Sky Sect disciples present, she spoke without restraint, showing no sign of caution—clearly, her hatred for Blue Sky Ba was deep-rooted.

Yan Bo firmly held Zhang Qingting’s reins with one hand and extended his other arm horizontally. Zhang Qingting understood his intent, softly thanked him, but did not take his hand—instead, she gripped his arm and stepped onto the horse, lifting her skirt.

"Since our Young Master has spoken, why aren’t you leaving? Don’t ruin our Young Master’s mood!" Two young men beside Yi Yunfeng, clearly growing impatient, urged in gruff voices.

Zhang Qingting gave them a cold look and said nothing, thinking: If you want to make money, keep quiet and earn it—why talk so much?

"Happy... I... love you," the tree-person replied to Anne, his branches trembling slightly, clearly showing his joy.

Of course, it was merely putting on a show—a shard turning into a stone wall was anything but ordinary.

To make him believe, she rolled her eyes, saw no one around, released her claw, and kissed his lip corner.

Before he could think further, Wei Rouyi forcibly pulled Bai Youliuxi to the Cold Palace gate; since they were within the barrier, no one noticed them.

"It’s fine—Father Emperor has heard of what happened that day and has granted me permission to stay with you until you recover," Murong Che reached out and took Yun Duoduo’s hand.

Since Cangmang Mountain was near Dongliang, and the Dongliang Emperor’s birthday was approaching, they could use the pretext of offering birthday greetings to investigate the situation. If possible, they’d try to win over Jun Wuyan—or even the Dongliang Emperor himself. Even if neither succeeded, it didn’t matter: the world’s winds and clouds shifted constantly; one had to observe closely to feel its power.

A commotion came from the front-left; the Daoist masters and disciples all looked up to see several figures riding swords through the air. The leader’s foot rested on a brilliant azure great sword, its aura shimmering with vitality and majesty; the flowing hair ribbon drew everyone’s gaze—anyone would recognize him.

The lake here was small and circular, surrounded by towering mountains, so the singing sounded not only clear but also resonant.

But their reunion was utterly unlike what she’d imagined! It was her—yet she couldn’t believe it was her! She was still beautiful, but no longer delicately ethereal; instead, she glowed like a crimson rose, adorned with luxury cars, grand mansions, and jewels—she carried all the Yanhuo of mortal life.

Climbing straight to heaven sounds great—but if you fail to reach it and fall, you’ll lose your head. That wouldn’t be pleasant.

When he fell into a high fever and lost consciousness, Lu Xiangyi had called the doctor, cared for him, fed him medicine, and spoken to him in that same gentle tone she used now.

Zong Yang asked casually; since it wasn’t anything special, he didn’t dwell on it, turning his gaze back to the ancient bell, pressing his right toe against it to test its weight—if he could manage it, he’d hang it back up.

Xie Liuying had been watched for a long time; when she felt the gaze withdraw, she thought, “Shouldn’t he speak up now?” But she waited, and waited—another full cup of tea passed, and the Crown Prince still said nothing.

Liu Yuanda was used to strange things, so he wasn’t surprised, assuming Wu Ming’s backpack was some kind of artifact.

In contrast, the elder as head of the Bai family, the Zhou family head, and the remaining two men gradually grew grim-faced.

The underground spring was indeed the antidote to the man-eating shaman’s poison; as soon as Tianyin stepped into the pool, she felt her body ease, her wounds improving—she couldn’t help letting out a soft moan, then immediately realized Li Xiang was beside her and clapped a hand over her mouth.

Her heart swelled with excitement; in this era, video calls didn’t exist, and distance was vast—even sending a letter with a photo took a long time. After Wang Xiaoyu went to America, she never saw Guoqing again.

She suddenly realized, her expression freezing instantly; her neck, as if rusted shut, turned slowly, painfully.

Wu Lei and Wu Lu, the two gluttons, stared fixedly at the Chaos Crystal, their faces dripping with longing.

Bent low, Hu Zize scooped up Xiao Bei, who happily wrapped his arms around Hu Zize’s neck.

After all, if he died before finding the killer—whether by public lynching or the killer’s hand—Qin Ze guessed he’d truly be done for.

"Boom, boom." Finally, before sunset, the equipment from Factory One rolled out. When Liu Tiande saw those machines approaching, his face changed.

Yet the ship itself carried over three thousand high-level martial cultivators, their qi wildly chaotic; moreover, the vessel was forged from high-grade dark iron, its deck covered in arrays and talismanic patterns, each glowing with thick qi.

The two divine dragons and six sword beams had not yet struck them—but they already foresaw the outcome.

"Come with me to the command room!" Hong Yi knew this wasn’t the place to talk—he needed to review the surveillance footage from seven levels below to see what had happened there.

But Hong Yi’s taming skill could only tame one target; with Yanpi already tamed, he couldn’t tame anything else.

A serious amateur player is terrifying—at least to Northern Irish players, who were driven mad by their relentless, frenzied attacks—attack, attack, attack—even their goalkeeper adopted an offensive stance.

The Split Beast’s voice echoed in Lain’s mind, hoarse and faint, indistinguishable from a human voice.

Walking to the teaching building, she saw Gang Meiruoqing approaching with a stack of homework papers; seeing her, he stopped.

After finishing the water in the cup, Gu Meijing was about to wash and put the items into the sterilizer when she heard a knock at the door. Surprised, she went to open it and found Xiao Wu’s uncle standing outside in a white doctor’s coat.

Then the screen displayed the words “Activate.” He Wuhen pressed “Activate,” and a flash of light appeared—the Xuanbing Sword vanished, while the Blood-Drinking Knife shimmered with flowing aura.

Now Hong Yi had to find a way—not for anyone else, but for himself; if these swift wolf mutants surged up, even if he ascended to Silver Star rank, he had no chance of survival.