Chapter 438: The Old Master

"Didn't you already know?" Aunt Liu said with a complex expression. "On the day of Old Immortal La's birthday banquet, I personally led a group of girls to pay homage to him—they were the gift."

It's tradition; every year, the La household comes to Qingshuiwan to select girls."

Xiao Yu said: "Those girls aren't from Hongxiu Fang. They've trained in the Female Phoenix Art since childhood—how could they be the same as Sister Ziying and the others?"

Aunt Liu sighed: "Sister Ziying is from Hongxiu Fang; those girls came from Qingshui."

But he held on—and was rewarded. If he had given up back then, all these gains would have been lost.

With less than half a month left until the assembly's opening, Lingxiao had already made his plans: to take a vacation in Bluepruchi City, with his five wives from this world, to truly relax and wander.

"Good, good, good," Luo Yanshan said delightedly, seeing the young man's manners, but beneath his joy, a flicker of gloom passed through his eyes—had his own son still been alive, he surely wouldn't have been any worse than this one.

While Anxia and Kongqi were utterly unprepared, Yin Yang Zhengze suddenly unleashed his ultimate technique: the sky split instantly, half radiant light, half blood-red; from both halves, a blade coalesced—one blazing golden, the other darkly crimson.

Ye Feng walked beside him and looked ahead: before them stood two massive gates, three zhang tall, made of an unknown black-gray metal, carved with strange symbols representing the totems of the Netherworld.

Just seconds after Li Hai stopped, a piercing sound tore through the air from behind.

That dreamlike, half-awake sensation again—Li Zhou Xiaoyi opened his eyes to find himself on a vast rock platform, surrounded and overhead by endless darkness. Before he could react, the light around him suddenly brightened, and Feng slowly drifted down from the sky.

CRACK! The moment Annelotte finished speaking, her domain barrier was utterly shattered by Alfred, forcing her to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Clearly, it was because her cultivation level fell short of theirs, so she couldn't see through them. But she was stunned—how could someone of her cultivation be inferior to these young people, especially unknown ones?

Feng Wuhan's group had arrived at the outer city of Luoying Binfen Academy, and from afar, they saw the uniforms of five schools—aside from the two top factions, the other three were renowned academies across the continent.

The second sister was still troubled by Ahua and Zhou Li's matter; the two sisters huddled at the back of the carriage, whispering all the way.

Moments later, Li Wu Sanniang entered the front hall and saw Ma Hou Sanbao, Qin Ruir, Luo Qiuhong, Shen Ke, and other officers already seated and waiting. A man dressed as a peasant knelt in the center, hands bound behind his back, head bowed, face bruised purple and black, arms streaked with livid bruises.

"What is this?" Long Hao was bewildered when he spotted three figures appearing before the abandoned house across from him; his pupils shrank instantly—no one was more conspicuous than Youma Guijiang, even though his hair was still blue and he wore black-rimmed glasses.

I held my own hand, as if wandering through the fragmented memories preserved in the spilled brain matter, drifting aimlessly along the cracks of shattered recollections, floating clouds of nausea above me—I knew how I would become, when I opened my eyes again.

Yet sorrow ended, and grief remained: inside the war tent, even the usually optimistic Prince Zihao wore only a gloomy face and sorrowful eyes after the crushing defeat.

In an instant, over a dozen armor-piercing arrows pierced the heavens, leaving visible white trails in the air as they streaked toward the white-haired elder.

General Guan Liu Yifei and Wang Xueyan froze, quickly gathered their things, opened the door, and led Xiao Sulan downstairs. After settling the bill, the three hurried toward the city gate, praying it wouldn't be tightly guarded.