Chapter 438: Why Are You Back Again?

“By the way, are all the disciples of our White Crane Island branch here?” Xia Daoming asked.

“All are here. Originally, the Supreme Elder of Dark Star Island wanted to disperse us, but we argued our case and agreed to several harsh conditions, securing an arrangement to mine a separate mining zone without being scattered.” Chou Dongyan replied.

“Good! Let’s clean this place up and leave immediately.” Xia Daoming nodded.

“Yes!” Chou Dongyan instinctively bowed.

Lin Sixian hesitated, then told Mo Cai to set the invitation aside. He would arrive on time when the day came.

He remembered his first encounter with Luo Muli in Dongchen, when he had been wounded by her blue-green prismatic cones, and later, when they spoke back-to-back in the courtyard—she had asked about the wooden ring.

The shopkeeper said nothing, only stared at Ye Zifeng, silently questioning. Ye Zifeng noticed he was blind in one eye, while the other remained as still as an ancient well.

“You’re perfectly fine staying in Yangzhou, so why come to Nanjing?” Song Ruyu grumbled, even blaming Song Fifth Master.

After the two women had gone far, Song Ruyu stepped out from behind the flower wall, watching their backs with a thoughtful expression.

Upon receiving their approval, Song Ruyu quickly ordered Su Yan and Mo Cai to bring up the lunch, reheated countless times.

Once the young master loses trust in us and begins to suspect us, even if she one day ascends to the throne, this matter will become a thorn in her heart.

The Monkey Spirit, now completely calm, unleashed the full original power of this combat technique—a supreme art capable of overpowering the strongest warrior of the Immortal Realm, the War Zun. Even though the Monkey Spirit could no longer exert full strength, dealing with a Cultivator of the Soul-Eating Dao was more than sufficient.

Qianye would never guess the key point: in a sealed cave, foul qi must not come into contact with flame. Thus, Cheng Xiao used cold fire for illumination purely for safety.

The office building collapsed rapidly. Jian Tou’er sat cross-legged at its center, changing hand seals with all his might, determined to absorb the Six-Point Golden-Blue Array into his body.

“Did you send someone to injure Anran?” Zhang Man’s pupils dilated instantly; her tone changed. This was the barrier in Liu Feiyang’s heart—and the unspoken question in everyone’s mind.

After being scolded by the Alliance’s White Beard, the Divine Alliance’s White Beard returned to headquarters, his suppressed rage finally exploding. He summoned the Divine Alliance’s Martial Emperors and unleashed a furious tirade, berating them: if you lack ability, don’t provoke trouble; if you don’t want the Divine Alliance to perish, don’t seek conflict. After venting all his bitterness, he immediately went into seclusion.

Half a month later, Liu Ninghan, who had remained motionless, suddenly moved—her body turned into a wisp of wind and vanished from sight. As the wind drifted freely, her delighted laughter echoed within it.

Wang Yun, with her mouth sealed by tape, could not speak—she could only shake her head frantically, her eyes overflowing with fear and fury.

Li Yu sensed from Liu Ninghan’s demeanor and tone the deep friendship between her and Yang Yi.

“Wahahaha, I’ve ascended to the Divine Realm too!” Zhao Yicheng screamed from within the team, kicking the three alien Divine Beings floating beside him aside.

Sima Yu did not think so. Ever since receiving Zhao Shiyu’s letter, learning he was returning with an ancient treasure as a gift, he had worried: as a Jiangdan cultivator with limited ability, what if he couldn’t control the ancient treasure? So he trained desperately—ignoring all outside matters, focusing solely on intense seclusion.

The long-desired power now demanded to be used to avenge Su Yu and Zuo Yi—how could he not level up?

After Zhao Shiyu blustered wildly, Hu Er also spoke of the current peace in Dongfu Continent. Even without Hu Er’s words, Zhao Shiyu could see it: the bustle of Wanshu City had sharply diminished, many shops hung signs of closure.

Qingtian could not refuse, nodded in agreement, exchanged contact methods, and walked out. Before the door, Gu Shaofei, who was waiting for Qingtian, was busier than usual today—he watched his computer while glancing sideways at the filming team’s room.