Chapter 423

“Huh!”

The two of them let out a deep breath of relief; even Yue Huang collapsed onto the ground, gasping heavily, drenched in sweat, his vitality growing ever dimmer.

Xiao Hongyi was not so weak, but the true qi and magical power radiating from his body had clearly become much more chaotic.

“Uncle, Auntie, your disciple arrived too late and made you suffer! Please punish me!” Xia Daoming’s nose grew sharp with emotion; he knelt on one knee.

“The Lei family? What about them?” The faint voice showed no apparent interest in what Lei Yao had said about the Lei family—yet precisely because of Master Meng Daides’s indifference, Lei Yao’s brows knotted once more.

Miao Yun’s voice came from beside the window. He He did not reply, continuing to sweep the floor calmly. As the broom gathered the shards, the clinking of broken porcelain grew harshly audible.

Ji Mo’s ears turned red; the cold, emotionless man found his spirit stirred again and again.

If not for the possibility that she might be Xinxin’s kin, he would have strangled her himself right now.

Fei Di set a fire; a man helped—yet Xi was still burned bald. Fei Di’s fire could bend and burn through spiritual energy.

Qing Si brought over a cup of ginger milk. Liu Ziyue sniffed it and immediately gagged, nauseated.

Jun Qian hadn’t expected her question would give Long Duo something else to do, thereby delaying things.

“Dad, what’s wrong? What happened?” Ji Xiaoxiao stretched her neck and caught sight of the headline, brimming with gossip.

Chu Xiu’s face drained of color instantly; she dropped her qin in shock. A loud “bang” echoed as the strings snapped, the instrument splitting cleanly down the middle.

Chen Nu was still full of confidence in himself; given just one chance, he believed he could still do it.

But before they could understand what was happening, a bright light slowly drifted toward them from afar.

Qiao Song accepted the probing glances with slight awkwardness, especially from her mother—but she did not want to let go of Su Yinzhen, not now.

Nervous and uneasy, Qin Feng waited ten minutes, sat at a table, drank two glasses of lemon water, and broke into a sweat. It felt just like returning to first love, he silently mocked himself—just a meal, why be so tense?

Here, a story comes to mind: when Wang Sheng and Jiang He first started working at the Chinese Health Club, they were arrogant, and Lu Zhonghua was the same—after all, they were all Cooking Gods, all honored with the title of Cooking God.

Then Tian’s mind began to struggle: should he launch an immediate attack and escape from Jinwu Island, or seize this chance to meet the Nine Yang Fire?

It wasn’t that Lü Erniang strongly approved of Lü Xiang’er and Lü Hong’s decision; she simply had no time to manage such matters. In her heart, as long as the siblings didn’t do anything extreme, she had no energy to care—because in the coming days, Lü Erniang would be extremely busy.

Eight-year-old Zhao Xiu was somewhat timid, seeming reluctant to go. Zou Yue saw this and whispered that she herself had been there a few days ago—there were indeed many mushrooms, just far away. Hearing this, especially that they were large, Zhao Xiu immediately nodded in agreement.

Meng Yunhao saw Nie Chen’s expression and knew what he was thinking; he sighed helplessly and warned him: if he always rescued Nie Chen from danger, Nie Chen would never progress—better to just use this body himself.

Xiu Yuan stared at the Arhat; incense curled from the brazier, mist swirling. He watched the Arhat through the haze—his face remained calm, still as a statue buried for a hundred years, long since freed from emotion.