Chapter 420: Deliberation

When Wu Sha was hunting Zuo Dongge, Li Yuan was serving in Youhuang Xu.

He had just returned to the sect a few days ago, hadn’t even enjoyed a few peaceful days as a Supreme Elder, when he heard the shocking news brought by a Jin Dan Elder fleeing from Qingyuan Mountain to Heishan Hall: the Qi family’s Ancestor had been killed, and Huang Miao and other Purple Robe Elders had been driven back from Qingyuan Mountain.

At that moment, Li Yuan nearly lost his wits from the news, as sudden and devastating as a bolt from the blue.

After a long while, Li Yuan finally processed the news, then when

“Still don’t believe it? Open your blind eyes and see what this is!” Fat Da pulled out a massive shrimp leg, its flesh entirely hollowed out, leaving only the hard shell, which Fat Da had refined for use as a toothpick.

This way, even if Lin Ye wasn’t beside them, they could protect themselves when danger arose.

Third, the suspect is most likely the same person who previously appeared with the individual we’ve already detained, at Zhou Wei’s antique shop. Fearing we’d trace him through our investigation, he decided to eliminate witnesses.

He merely paused slightly, showing no exaggerated expression—this alone revealed Liu Hong’s composure under pressure, though over these years in office.

Just as Chu Yun’s hand was about to touch Wo Ai Luo, the sand gourd on Wo Ai Luo’s back opened, and yellow sand automatically surged forth to shield its master, blocking Chu Yun’s hand.

Xia Zhiyan, though naive and unfamiliar with worldly matters, didn’t fully grasp Chu Cangxue’s implication—but the intimacy of the gesture still flushed her cheeks red.

Human strength has its limits, but these blood-colored monsters possessed seemingly endless regenerative power: even if severed in two, they could writhe and rejoin; worse still, they could regrow severed limbs, splitting one life into two.

Zhang Fei hadn’t arrived yet, but his voice came first! Yet the words he spoke made Qu A’s face darken.

And yet the young talents from surrounding factions—all below the Emperor Realm—showed no disdain; instead, they praised it as carefree and unrestrained, leaving Wu Di utterly speechless.

And… beneath the spiritual plants, a slender figure instantly reached out, snatched a spiritual fruit, cracked it off with a snap—stem and all—and dropped it into a jade box she carried, which she immediately stowed inside her storage ring.

“Captain Gu, we found a corpse in the woods south of the city,” Liu Fan said grimly, brief and direct.

“We’ll let today’s incident pass, but I ask you, Young Master, not to treat others’ lives as if they were grass.” Hua Li spoke coolly.

The men fled desperately, and soon ahead appeared a winding mountain path—beyond this forest lay an actual mountain! The mountain had no path naturally; any path here meant frequent foot traffic. But this path was overgrown with dry, yellow grass, clearly untouched for many days.

Then there was his sister, Feng Ling’er: obedient and sweet, yet fallen in love with a nine-thousand-year-old monster, Kuang Jiangchen, Lord of the Blood Clan.

He could not abandon Xue Xing, nor would he—he could not—because Xue Xing was his Demon God’s aspect, so he must completely sever its crimson essence.

He, she, he—countless “he”s flashed before him. Feng Yang saw his father, Feng Long, teaching him swordplay, taking him hunting, but what he knew best was that lonely back figure, mourning his wife, Bai Xinghua.

But Yaya’s father was right: he wasn’t a master of declarations—just because he loved Yaya’s mother too deeply, every time he spoke honestly, it became a confession.

She couldn’t tell Ye Kui about these matters, yet feared she’d dwell on them and grow melancholy, so she casually turned the stories of Qiu Ying and the others into idle chatter, hoping it might distract her thoughts a little.

“I never thought you’d still be alive. All these years—have you ever thought of Mother? Have you ever gone back to see her?” I continued.

He had been unconscious for three days, recovering for two—five days had passed. Ling Xiu didn’t know whether Luo Yun’er and Jiang Linghui were still on the opposite peak, but regardless, he had to go see for himself—he was not the kind to abandon his companions.