Chapter 592: Abandoning Darkness for Light

"Immortal, what would you have this humble spirit confess?"

Zhao Chenghuang's heart skipped a beat, yet his dark, thin face showed only natural confusion.

Xiao Yu spoke coolly: "You saw my divine power, didn't you?"

Zhao Chenghuang bowed low, back arched, and said sincerely: "Immortal Xiao, your divine power towers above all; this humble spirit deeply reveres you."

My earlier rudeness in speech and demeanor was never my true intent.

I was born a soldier, coarse by nature—please, Immortal, forgive me."

Among the three clan leaders, the Bai clan chief had the fiercest temper and could not hold back—he retorted immediately.

"You haven't mentioned one thing yet, Iron Grandpa—haven't you noticed lately how the ghostly power grows weaker, how fewer villagers want to learn the Demon Dragon Dance, yet more tourists seem to love it?" Tao Cici tore open a chocolate bar for herself too—she had to eat fast; a fight was coming.

It was like Zhu Bajie stealing a ginseng fruit—never even tasted its flavor before it was gone—or like planning a grand battle that ended in half a minute, hastily concluded.

"Yes!" Dong Feng answered without hesitation. "It's nothing extraordinary. When I first entered the Great Han, Your Highness led us through the southern lands—I once saw a si in the southern region."

Even Li Bin beside him was left stunned, only realizing later what he meant.

As Ma Su spoke these words, his eyes sparkled—he looked as if he had already seen the annihilation of Cao's army.

Just as Qin Li's mind went blank, torn between a final desperate struggle and surrendering completely, a voice rang out—"Any new goods lately?"

Hmph~ Lin Xiyao sneered. If he really dared to attack me, that'd be perfect—after all, chances to publicly beat up a sect elder are rare.

As soon as they finished speaking, a whistling sound pierced the air—a barbed whip lashed out, striking them hard. They screamed in pain; their guards kicked their knees from behind, forcing them to kneel on the ground.

Lin Xiyao infused her spiritual power into Fusheng, no longer hiding herself—she unleashed her full cultivation base of the Void Refining realm and began frantically drawing in spiritual energy.

If Second Aunt saw this, she'd tell my mom—my mom would demand money, and I'd lose it all.

Even though her spiritual power still flowed unimpeded, the physical sensation on her body was that she could not move at all, and inside, she felt a strange warmth.

"Enough teasing. This is the reason…" Chen Zui raised his hand—a green vine, as thick as a thumb, sprouted from his sleeve, twisting and curling in midair as if alive.

"What do you want?" Yi Jian Fenghou was tense, pressing his eye to the peephole and recognizing Chen Zui.

Liu Yu watched me pack a large bag of cardboard and scrap paper, reached out to help, but I refused.

These people, blinded by the treasure, not only refused to believe them but also grew suspicious—their wary, vigilant glances were impossible to ignore.

Unlike Nie Wei, Shen Roujia was always busy—today filming a movie, tomorrow a TV drama, the day after that a variety show, plus countless endorsement ads.

Tougu Long was exceptionally spirited; feeling a tightness on its belly, it leapt up and down violently. Wu Song thought it meant to charge at him as it had at Sun Erniang—but instead, it did this: his body tilted sideways and toppled over.

"Ridiculous—you didn't discover it, and you certainly didn't claim it. Why can't we go down?" Ding Li rolled her eyes.

Xia Haoyu said nothing, gently massaging my knee, yet his face bore clear disappointment.

For cultivators, doing things that seem irrational—purely out of curiosity or sheer boredom—is perfectly normal.