Chapter 690: The Soul-Reaping Laborer

"Come closer," Xiao Yu landed on the snow-dusted slope and waved to Meng Huo below.

Meng Huo didn't hesitate; he immediately dropped the reins, gripped the hilt of his broadsword, and strode up the slope.

As he drew near, he could see her appearance and aura more clearly.

Rosy lips, fair skin, phoenix eyes, smoke-like willow brows, hair tied in a Daoist bun, clad in plain robes—she looked approachable and kind, a true cultivator... This was her refined face, more beautiful than before.

Since Bu Qianhuai defeated Zhang He, no one dared question his true strength anymore, and his popularity soared; at least many Qiwu Dao martial artists now recognized him.

Feng Tai swung his iron flail to meet Ma Ling; his spear summoned a blaze at the horizon, his flail struck a lump of ice from the Northern Sea. The two clashed inside the granary's side gate, rising and falling, attacking and retreating, unaware they had already exchanged over a dozen blows without a victor.

"The situation isn't dire yet—Madam should pay attention to who the real target is, and who can be won over!" Old Aunt Jin spoke with deep implication.

Jing He's lips slowly curved upward; her lovely face, bathed in the sunset, bloomed like a water lily. Sui Zifeng watched, his heart leaping wildly, unable to look away.

"Die!" Old Nine roared, leaping straight off the wall, both hands raised with his bone knife, driving downward with the momentum to cleave the Titan Ape's skull.

Jing He had already cleared away all unnecessary people and left Zi Ying guarding the door before helping her grandfather sit down.

After regaining his sight, Duanmu Qianming tried to sit up from the bed, but a piercing pain shot from his waist and abdomen, making him gasp, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead—he dared not move further, fearing the wound would tear open.

"Alert the Qilin Legion—advance at full speed to the lower reaches of the North-South Boundary River to reinforce Gui Duan's defenses. You must arrive within one hour," Ma Jun ordered, staring at the sand table.

Though reluctant, everyone obeyed them, either leaving the floor or returning to their own rooms.

"Lingling hasn't come out yet—if she wakes up and can't find us, she'll panic," Ma Juan said hesitantly.

The other nine were all under Changqing and Xuanxu's command; since Xia Lei left Ziyue City, they had remained in the Lord's Mansion, cultivating diligently, and many had achieved higher breakthroughs.

Jian Qianqian and Qiao Yang both felt a jolt of alarm; before Qiao Yang could react, Jian Qianqian, driven by maternal instinct, couldn't bear it any longer and instinctively shoved Luo Qi hard.

When a person can't sleep, their hearing becomes unusually sharp—especially out here in the wild, and Dai Dong was no ordinary man when it came to hearing.

With their nesting grounds destroyed, eagles found survival even harder—perhaps they migrated, perhaps they starved to death; after that, Eagle Village rarely saw eagles again.

Master Duo Chang didn't waste words—he took the garments that Wan Xi had slightly altered, and with nimble fingers, began stitching swiftly.

As the rare becomes precious, if he always readily agreed to the Bow Spirit's demands, once he cultivated the habit of granting every request, how would he ever satisfy the Bow Spirit's insatiable greed?

"Then good—if you've made your decision, I'll support you," Xiao Yang said, gazing at Xuan Yuan Qingman with quiet delight.

Wan Xi had once considered slipping a note to Liu Tongxun via Ninth Master, but she'd always feared being too forward, so she delayed.

Fu Heng took a deep breath to steady his heartbeat, pushed open the door, then shut it firmly behind him. Seeing this, Wan Xi's face flushed hotly; she hurriedly turned away.

Wang Junlin, meanwhile, deliberately began retreating toward the rear at once; the entire frontline pulled back, leaving corpses and blood behind, which the reinforcements rushing from behind trampled through.