Chapter 620: Riding Clouds and Mist

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~"

Around her, fierce winds howled; Xiao Yu emptied her mind, entering the false Buddha state where her body was the Bodhi tree and her heart the mirror platform.

Using a mortal's body to sense it, the wind was merely "a single force."

In Xiao Yu's spiritual eye of the heart, the wind instantly split into countless "wind particles."

She resonated her true qi with the wind, locking onto the "wind particles" that could harmonize with her true qi, then categorized them, identifying their speeds.

Wu Huang hadn't been inside the room long before he called out toward the outside; as soon as he finished speaking, Yun'er pushed the door open and entered. Lian'er had gone to wash Yu Huan's clothes, while Yun'er was always ready to serve Yu Huan's commands.

His eyes were like swords, shining with divine radiance, yet as deep as the sea, as if piercing through all things; the earlier aura of decay was gone.

They all knew Ah Guang's skills—ordinary three or five men weren't his match, and this fellow's massive frame brimmed with power.

With no head protection and falling backward onto the ground, though thick leaves cushioned the impact, Amanda still let out a muffled groan, followed by a momentary blankness in her mind.

A year ago, when Li Yun fought Uchiha Yaxia, he had witnessed the Sharingan's power—the insight that pierced through all taijutsu, the enhancement of ninjutsu, both of which had shaken Li Yun; yet the Sharingan's most famed ability was genjutsu, which Li Yun had never yet seen.

Many had once been Tenth-Rank Immortal Emperors or Ninth-Rank Immortal Emperors, all entering seclusion, waiting for today's Ghost God Ship to descend before emerging.

"Alright, pick your own mission and get out." The deputy dean rose from the stone bench, angrily brushed his sleeves, and turned away.

"Friend Hao! I told you right! This man has no sense of decency—let's stick together, the three of us." The old man sneered at the black-robed man.

Nara Shikaku also fixed his gaze on Yamashiro Haiyi's hand; the fine gray strands felt impossibly smooth, drifting down from his palm like he held a black silk ribbon tightly clenched.

"Stay here." Zhang Fan whispered to Hua Ling, then turned and sprinted toward the man at the stairwell entrance.

Xu Qingmo fell still, concentrating his thoughts; within moments, he pinned Yu Jiaonu to the ground, his hands groping over her waist, yet finding nothing—his palms only touched warm, soft flesh.

As the words fell, he immediately drew his blade, half of his waist katana already unsheathed.

Lu Xiaoge held Yang Liuer's hand; the two obediently followed Yin Zhongjie. Once aboard the carriage, Yin Zhongjie personally unsealed Yang Liuer's acupoints. But Yang Liuer remained silent, stubbornly turning her head to gaze out the window.

Feng Junlan glared venomously as Lianxin stepped toward her—though it was merely an ordinary walk, it appeared as if each step bloomed with lotus flowers.

The Grand Empress Dowager suddenly remembered something and asked: "A Rui, didn't you ever find out who poisoned Lian'er?" Her suspicious gaze settled on Feng Chenrui.

The destruction in Chen Yan's office wasn't just audible in the hallway—it shook the entire office building. The thunderous crash and tremors sent panic through the staff; some thought it a terrorist attack, others even believed it was an earthquake. Instantly, chaos erupted inside and outside the company.

"Qin Zi, you're such a joker—if you've come, how could I dare not come to serve you?" Xi Yan poured Qin Yongqi a cup of wine.

"Ow ow, Commander, it hurts, hurts, really hurts!" Da Gu cried out as Zong Fang yanked his ear.

"Aye, sir." I naturally took the rice bowl Ouyang Feier had served me and began eating.

"Qiu Qianjian, did you do something to upset Liuer?" Lu Xiaoge immediately saw that Yang Liuer was angry.