Chapter 73

August 21.

8:00 a.m.

Xu Chunyang took a copy of “The Stranger: Restart” out from Xuan Shi Entertainment.

Sunlight fell upon him…

He still felt unreal.

This lowly man who had always helped others record pirated videos and earned dark money—how could he now be part of the legitimate force?

But…

This sense of unreality did not last.

“Grand Elder, are you alright?” Mu Qingge walked over, knelt beside him, and asked with concern.

Those three simple words struck Lin Xiaomo’s heart, making it pound wildly for a long time.

This ancestral hall was built by common folk; logically, it should not have been lavish, and its interior should have brimmed with popular aesthetics—such as deities draped in red and green robes, and wooden carvings piled with garish colors.

After removing the stitches, the wound healed well, leaving a scar hidden by hair; the doctor said it would gradually improve, and the two walked out of the hospital gate, one behind the other.

After leaving the palace and returning home, Fu Hui summoned his son Fu Qi, but said nothing about the Emperor’s suppression of Buddhism; he only said the Emperor had entrusted him with a very dangerous task that might endanger the family.

Wen Nuan understood: Jiang Xiong still carried thoughts of his mother. Had he regretted leaving back then, driven by a momentary pride? Spilled water cannot be retrieved; to end up in such a state was truly lamentable.

Hua Yao noticed the man’s accent was odd—not like a Xianbei’s—and his Mandarin was stiff; a quick thought revealed his identity.

“Uncle, did you suspect Meng Da from the start?” Gao Yue asked Yuan Chang, who was inventorying supplies, as others cleared the battlefield.

Bai Zhi was thrown to the ground, landing in a daze, stars flashing before her eyes. She looked up and saw the ghost-faced man, clad in black, standing before her like a wrathful demon of night.

Yuan Lie entered Huo Nantian’s office, his eyelids twitching heavily, then pushed open the door and stepped inside.

This battle was especially fierce; the combat platform was utterly destroyed, and destructive energy filled the space.

Just as Ye Feng was about to leave in disappointment, a sudden cold wind burst from the pottery jar before him.

“How can you still not understand? You’re usually so smart—why are you so stupid now? They don’t have the Tian Gang Zheng Yang bloodline; can’t you give them yours?” he snapped.

Ling Li also realized this, but one thing puzzled him deeply: had this porcelain jar fallen from Tianqing Realm to Earth, or had Earth’s cultivators traveled to Tianqing Realm first, then brought it back to Earth?

For a moment, he felt regret—he knew too little about his parents, Ye Hetu and Ye Qingwu; he knew almost nothing. Had he known more about them, perhaps he could have traced some clues from their past lives.

“I lost,” Lin Feng said plainly, unable to lie under the gaze of Li Ruonan and Su Wanqing.

Zhan Siwei struck Ye Huan squarely on the chest. The instant her palm hit his chest, her face showed triumph—but then, her expression twisted into disbelief.

“Damn it!” Hearing Ye Huan’s reply, Qiu Batian gritted his teeth: “I don’t know what sorcery you just used, but your next step is death.”

The light dots were drawn into the Golden Core, transformed into true qi, and fully absorbed. The Golden Core within his body was slowly growing larger.

“Ha, respect? To consort with outsiders as a divine messenger—and still dare to speak of respect?” Kai Lei laughed as if hearing the funniest joke.