Chapter 587: Happiness

Mao Sanmei used a hairdryer to dry her hair, while Tang Tang sat on a small stool beside her, shaking a tiny sand hammer continuously.

Afraid she’d get bored, Mao Sanmei dried her hair quickly—even though it was still slightly damp—and packed up her things, picked up Tang Tang, and left the bathroom, heading straight back to the room.

As soon as she placed her on the bed, Tang Tang squatted down, trying to get off; Mao Sanmei quickly pinned her down, then gestured with her hands to ask her.

The medical personnel who came to assist examined the personnel imprisoned in the cave who had not undergone experiments; after preliminarily confirming no issues, a portion of the supporting troops were assigned to escort these individuals out of the mountains first, where they would be met by personnel outside and taken to the military district hospital for physical examinations.

After Xu Che returned home on leave and visited the Tan family to inquire about Tan Ruoyun’s condition, he discovered the Tan family knew nothing of Tan Ruoyun’s marriage—he did not rashly reveal the matter, but only asked which school and major Tan Ruoyun attended.

Su Yile saw it and fell into complete disappointment; she turned her gaze toward Cheng Ruojing and clenched her fist.

All the young brothers from the Shao, Yang, Xu, Jin, and Liu families who could come were present—perfectly timed with holidays and leaves—everyone gathered together for this opportunity, except Jin Huaxin, who had no leave and couldn’t come.

Although the soldiers were hungry, they were far better off than those trapped in the cave; besides, this little hardship meant nothing.

“No… don’t…” Zhi Qian instinctively stepped back, trying to evade. Her heart twisted in agonizing pain, bending her over, unable to straighten up. Zhi Qian wanted to stop Wu Nian, but she had no strength left—until Wu Nian’s spiritual form fully merged into her chest and vanished.

“You’re good at pleasing her, aren’t you? Then just convince her properly in bed.” The figure in the black cloak sneered, sounding dismissive.

“Since you’ve said that, why not secretly get me the recording of Ai Li that was given to the old madam—without telling her?” Yun Yiyi suddenly spoke up.

Xi Siqing nodded with a smile, “It’s quite good—I get along well with my colleagues.” She was very skilled at winning people over.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean it, really I didn’t mean it!” the boy apologized frantically, terrified of being beaten by Long Ziyan.

But astonishingly, the sword aura capable of severing metal and splitting stone let out a dull thud against the wall—and then vanished on its own, leaving no trace whatsoever.

Meanwhile, the city’s shadow agents swiftly assembled and, taking advantage of the chaos, slaughtered the demonic cultivators’ commanders and destroyed their command system.

Inside the village, no traces remained—except the brick that had fallen in front of my door; everything else was unchanged. The human sacrifice was complete, but where were the bodies? There was no sign of them.

Yang Tian had once mentioned in passing that his greatest challenge since beginning cultivation wasn’t an invading army or heavenly tribulation or demonic obsession—but rather, after leaving the Blood Spirit Secret Realm, Xiao Yao had come to him voluntarily.

Then I looked again—my god—Li Ying beside me was also making a strange motion, her joints twisted at terrifying angles; I didn’t dare speak, afraid of startling her and causing tendon strains or sprains.

“Good, I’ve kept my word—I’ve brought you the demonic sect’s inheritance. Now, your future destiny depends on how hard you work.” Xu Wen smiled.

The second-generation sister behaved obediently, not struggling as I removed her shoes; she watched silently as I traced a few lines with my fingers around her ankle—throughout the process, she said nothing, but her face turned red.

“Next time, avoid these kinds of visits—they’re annoying. Especially when we move to the new house, got it?” Li Ying said to me.

Yet the sea of clouds churned, thunder roared, the treasure tree swayed, and the spatial barrier manifested, nearly severing Xiao Yao’s connection to the Sacred Mountain.