Chapter 579: Gazing at Qi

"San Gouzi has vanished—could he have been kidnapped?" Xiao Yu stared in surprise at Xiao Qiang and Sister Cui; both looked worried, yet not overly alarmed.

Especially Sister Cui—she didn't behave at all like a mother who had lost her only son.

"He wasn't taken by kidnappers," Sister Cui glanced around as more people gathered nearby, then spoke vaguely: "It's complicated—I'll explain later. Right now, go see the Marquis."

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Therefore, regarding Huang Lao's health, it wasn't just the Huaxia high command who cared—Huang's family cared even more, for it concerned the entire Huang clan.

Chen Feng needed to lure the Reincarnation Gate's people, so he had to be inside the formation. Now was the perfect chance to enter the Ten Thousand Poisonous Red Water Array and see if he could withstand it.

But Chen Feng pursued too late—the Blue Butterfly had long vanished. He dared not venture deeper into the toxic miasma; even if his martial arts made him immune to all poisons, falling into the poison marsh would still mean near-certain death.

Upon receiving this news, Wei Wuji immediately sent messengers to the two veteran generals, Yuan and Du, summoning them to discuss matters.

Yet even more unbelievable was yet to come: as he reached for the magazine to prepare his next assault, something icy suddenly pressed against his neck, followed by a voice so cold it made him shiver as if plunged into an ice tomb.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't," Xie Lingfeng murmured, eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window, lost in thought.

Upon hearing the name Xuan Mo, Tong Yan suddenly realized—he hadn't gone to meet up with Xuan Mo and the others, and had no idea how they were faring now.

At the same time, before the four-story luxury villa of the Akiyama family, Akiyama Ta used an expression of envy mixed with wariness as he watched Fujita Naoshu holding the Guster spear.

Though the Wanxian Alliance had sent only a few thousand disciples, their combat strength was formidable; the two sides clashed fiercely, and for a time, neither could gain the upper hand.

Ji Wei knelt below, obediently listening as the Son of Heaven spoke—this was one of the rare moments when this troubled emperor revealed his true thoughts.

"What benefit is it to you if I become useless?" He stubbornly pressed his lips to hers, kissing down to her ear, whispering low.

Even Liu Qinglan dared not interject a word; he knew his words now would profoundly shape his elder brother's entire future, triggering a radical transformation.

A gray wind-beast and a colorful phoenix flew side by side in the sky—free and easy to outsiders, but Jing He and the others knew the pressure on their shoulders was beyond ordinary endurance.

The words drifted on the wind to the ears of the distant Guhu Team; they immediately turned alert, spotting us.

"Looks like you've got some skill—but once you enter Yicui Pavilion, no matter how skilled you are, your path ends here!" Madam Qin stepped in slowly; she had been standing at the door all along, watching everything inside.

Countless Dragon Shen drifted about, as if regaining long-lost freedom. Then one, majestic and entirely dark, shifted its form into a burly middle-aged man, landing directly before Qin Yuan.

Descending the steps, the space grew larger with each level; there weren't many steps—Jiang Yifan counted only twenty in total, roughly five to six meters underground.

Bai Xiaofeng's friend—Jiang Yifan naturally regarded him as his own friend, bowing respectfully to Ye Chenxing, who smiled in return.

She maintained a calm facade, waiting for Princess Ying and the server to order, yet felt oddly uneasy—Chen Jing had just tapped her ankle, meaning he was right in front of her.

"Sorry to disturb you." Dan Xia let her wound bleed freely, raised her arm, and pointed to the spilled ginseng soup at her feet. Seeing the food box, the still-warm fragments of the shattered white jade bowl, Bei Yehao finally understood what had happened.

She took a deep breath and smiled faintly. The past was past; thinking about it now felt pointless. She had been campus queen back then. Now, here, she was nothing. In this vast Min Capital, there were still a few fake relatives—somehow, she didn't feel entirely alone.

Between them, Han Xiao, before all eyes, made another throwing motion toward the criminal—yet his hand held nothing but air.

Watching her dress, she waved goodbye. "Wait for me—I'll be right back," she said, then left, locking me inside the room.

The violent force of the self-explosion struck the thin line, no thicker than a finger, and could not even make it tremble—it simply vanished in a sudden explosion.

Zhou Chunhong and Jiang Yue'er had no idea what she had been doing these past days, nor what she was plotting. They didn't know what to say to her, and truly couldn't bear to face her face, so they simply told her to rest well and not overthink, then left one after another.

Li Yaohua said, "But you seem weaker." Her tone was serious—Tuo Ji had once emitted not a trace of demonic aura; now, it was unmistakable. Clearly, as Xu Huai had said, she was injured.

Instantly, a vast torrent of blue flame swept across the heavens, blotting out sun and sky—as if the heavens themselves had been swallowed by this sea of fire.

I found the mirror and examined it closely; aside from the unnatural redness, nothing else seemed amiss.

"Good," the Snow Demon sneered coldly, speaking slowly: "Two girls lie beneath the snowy mountain—I think they're quite lovely. I'll just take one and give her a new face." No sooner had she finished than she rose into the air, vanishing above the ice cave.

Master Gansheng was delighted: Gan Qingqing had returned with her boyfriend, and Gan Yuyu had returned with hers too.

"You killed my son—today, I'll make the entire South Sea pay for it!" The Xuanyuan Ancestor's gaze swept downward; instantly, a terrifying aura of slaughter seemed to engulf the entire South Sea, filling all with a sense of desolation.

The giant sword slashed down, annihilating countless ferocious birds in one stroke—the heavens and earth trembled. After a brief further clash, Jian Nanxing's aura began to recede, no longer so fierce.

He spoke and left—his pace was slow, yet before I could utter another word, Grandpa Huang had vanished at the village's entrance.

"Mom…" Weakly, Du Yali, even in her state, still remembered her place; she struggled to rise and greet Tian Rou, but her body gave out, collapsing back onto the bed.

"Since it's the Cosmic Sacrifice, there will surely be many guests—no, I'll go with you to school!" Just as they were leaving, Ladass grew anxious again.

"Guests are guests—gifts matter not in value, only in sincerity. Sit down, I have others to attend to." I didn't care what was given, merely handed the box to Song Honghong, knowing that anything from a soul-being could never be ordinary.

Ye Sange looked at his younger siblings and said, "It's clear this is a conspiracy targeting the Dao Sect. If you've got nothing urgent, stay inside and don't go anywhere." Ye Sifu neither agreed nor objected—he sensed something deeper was at play; observing quietly was the wisest course.