Chapter 409: Mutual Scheming

"Your servants obey!" Chai Feng and Huang Yurong bowed deeply to receive their orders.

"Master, you and Xiao Jin will lead the frontal assault to draw Old Witch Qi Yin’s attention; I’ll pretend to assist Chai Feng and Huang Yurong in restraining the six Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators, then strike suddenly from the flank when Qi Yin ignores me—see if I can kill her outright."

Xia Daoming continued with a grave tone.

"Good!" Zuo Dongge spoke sparingly, his mood complex.

Lin Jie was currently in Taoyuan Star, yet his heart remained tied to Earth, like a curious child endlessly asking Lin Fei questions.

Thinking Lu Fei must still be seething with resentment, Chi Xun kept chatting with her about other topics along the way, sincerely remarking that the village’s scenery and environment seemed delightful, suggesting they stay an extra two days to enjoy some relaxation.

As for letting Shen Mo continue using the Tongtian Demon Realm to collect gems, he had no such plan—greed was a good thing, but never to the point of insatiability.

Shen Mo opened his eyes again; he was back at Lifu Woodcarving Shop, the task reward chime now settled in his mind.

"If my younger brother and sister are bullied, how can I, their senior sister, stand idly by? Today, I’ll teach this spineless hypocrite a lesson!" Mu Qianqian smiled.

At this moment, within Lin Fei’s heart, the demonic qi, after constant refinement, had transformed into a black liquid.

"True, maybe my abilities have grown rusty after tens of thousands of years unused. Wait a moment!" Bai He Lingyu nodded; after all, the mind was one of humanity’s most mysterious places—how could anything reside there? It must be because her power was too scattered this time.

Shen Mo frowned tightly; he had to accept this side quest, for the enemy had already arrived at his doorstep—he couldn’t flee, only fight head-on. According to the quest description, theoretically, Shen Mo and Yan Chixia might still kill the thousand-year-old demon, but how?

If the previous two had startled him, this one utterly stunned Ye Han.

Yan Qu was born and raised in Wolf City and had served as its Heavenly Seat for centuries—he knew every blade of grass and tree within it intimately.

The maid held a bowl of medicinal soup, her eyes timid as she glanced at the group, stopping in the center, her gaze fixed on Wang Yue, awaiting his instruction.

And if his father’s enemy were a cultivator of the Yu Hun Realm, then with Yang Yan’s current strength and methods, revenge would indeed be impossible.

Gu Qingshang, who had already been weeping uncontrollably in the old matriarch’s arms, instantly felt a warmth spread through her heart at these words, clutching the old matriarch’s hand even tighter.

Early in the morning, Yang Yan didn’t even bother washing up—he raced excitedly toward Zhang Tai’s residence, eager to share the good news that he could now absorb celestial spiritual energy with his father.

"You cannot kill me—I am Fu Zhu, elder of the Fu Clan. If you kill me, it won’t just be punishment—you’ll all die." The old man said.

To avenge the scholar’s cheating, the Imperial Guard loudly announced the scholar’s height as well.

True, why were they so tense? There was a master nearby—when Yi Han was in danger, they could just have him save her.

Huang Qiuping, flushed with passion, abruptly turned Chen Wuhui’s head and pressed her cold lips to his. She felt his lips were blazing hot, almost scalding, yet she found it deeply soothing, slowly closing her eyes.

The Sea Lion elder finished speaking and teleported away with the other Sea Clan headmasters, their minds already plotting to seize Li Ya and the others’ belongings. Yet the moment they teleported out of the rest room, they forgot everything that had happened—only the outcome remained, the process entirely vanished.