Chapter 699

"Feiyu Immortal, did I see her?" Meng Yi was baffled. "I've been outside the city gathering the soldiers' corpses, then went to the wounded camp—where would I have seen Feiyu Immortal?"

If she was injured, she should be recuperating right here!"

Lu Lingzi glanced out the window—the sun had sunk below the horizon, and the sky had plunged into complete darkness.

"Feiyu Immortal isn't here. Since we parted on the city gate this morning, I haven't seen her again."

Meng

No matter what choice she made—whether killing the man before her or fleeing this strange realm—she would reappear in the center of the corridor the next moment.

"Huh? Still not dead?" After composing himself, Mu Yi noticed the giant had opened his eyes and remained lying there. He had assumed the giant, having endured three Five-Thunder Talismans and a soul attack from the bronze lamp, was certainly dead.

"It's a misunderstanding, absolutely a misunderstanding! We were just discussing how to stabilize the team!" Lü Lifeng patted his chest and declared loudly.

"Lin Brother, why be so modest?" Xuan Ye smiled politely still. The words he'd heard were Lin Yue's own belief—that he'd inevitably lose to him, that he'd be crushed without resistance.

Intercept the transmitted items, or the void birds would be detected by the corpse-witches, who would use magic to drag them out of the void.

From a philosophical standpoint, the essence of human will is the human soul—blind desire and impulse, ceaseless striving, endless struggle, possessing no ultimate purpose or goal.

Murong Xixuan widened her eyes, seemingly incredulous; then, seeing Mu Yi's relieved expression, she pouted slightly.

But Yexiao's mind stirred with another doubt: even if he possessed the bloodline of the Qitian clan, why awaken now? As if answering his unspoken question, the spectral shadow of the Qitian War God slowly raised a hand—the golden mist before him shifted again, coalescing into a scene of Yexiao dueling the Twentieth Prince.

Wu Yong decided to take it to the countryside as soon as possible and just toss it into a cave or off a cliff.

Several more days passed. During this time, Lin Yue didn't attempt further breakthroughs; instead, he slowed his cultivation. Months of forced breakthroughs had left his aura unstable—a situation he certainly didn't want.

Yuan Cheng and Yuan Zhen were set down; both siblings walked steadily now, and their range of movement had greatly expanded.

Today, Lingxiao and the others said little, as if observing the scene from the outside.

White flesh-worms crawled out of his ears but all halted in unison at the entrance to the front chamber. After a while, a larger worm emerged from his mouth.

Hearing He Xiang's words, all could sense their truth or falsehood. Others didn't know, but Gu Ziyun was inwardly startled—"Could it truly exist?" Yet he showed no sign.

"Why aren't you staying down below and disturbing the living!" Old Yu barked, biting his tongue and spitting a mixture of saliva and blood onto Liansheng's head.

It would be bad for her, and bad for Consort Lian too—possibly affecting the children as well.

Yuan Cheng and Aji were still on the road, but they were no longer far from the capital. After years apart, their reunion at the border felt utterly different from before.

But then she recalled the dating guide's advice: occasionally giving space was one of the essential tactics. So she saved the drafted message in drafts and didn't send it.

Su Lanxu shook his head helplessly—he knew Xia Chuyi was sulking. He then chatted casually with Lu Qu, since they'd come because of Qingyu, but Qingyu had left soon after; they couldn't all leave with her—that would be too obvious.

Huang Yuan, watching nearby, saw He Xiang showed no intention to begin alchemy and grew frantic—but dared not interrupt, so he could only fume in silence.

"My current status is like mist—faintly visible, barely present, elusive. It confuses enemies," said Xianfei, filled with anticipation for her new identity.

Cheng Qingge had to feign innocence beside him: "You must be focused during interviews." In truth, she'd already laughed inwardly—but outwardly maintained a perfect Mona Lisa expression.

This must surely be a tale from heaven—yet even here, there are those who can bend without breaking, endure humiliation with patience.

Cheng Qingge turned off the hairdryer. It seemed to exhale a long breath—wooo—then the world fell suddenly silent.

After all, if Rong Leimo now seized the chance to eliminate Rong Yunxiao and Rong Yueye, only Rong Leimo and Rong Changfeng would remain. Rong Changfeng had achieved great merit at the border, and his maternal clan's power far surpassed Rong Leimo's—Rong Leimo held no advantage.

Jiang Ji, aided by the Fire Kirin, not only completed his Fire Kirin Demon Body, greatly enhancing his physical strength, but also grew more familiar with the demonic nature inherited from Chiyou, gaining deeper insight into how to handle it.

Cheng Qingge watched the chattering crowd and fell silent. The preceding composition and singing were indeed technical feats—beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After passing all inspections, the team member turned to the squad's leader and shook his head, then ignored Xu Feng entirely, bending down to inspect his own equipment.

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire student group burst into laughter—but some faces darkened as if they could drip water.

After leaving Nan Street, Shen Qingyou hired a carriage and headed in the opposite direction toward Zui Xian Pavilion.

But then again, it was understandable. The Tie Mu clan were all born with divine strength—they were deep-sea great demons, their true power far exceeding that of demons of the same rank.

She had served him over ten times, yet Yin Zhen had never given her an anti-conception decoction. Ji Wanrong was terrified—what if she became pregnant?

His face hardened with resolve; he gripped the hilt of Biluo Sword and slowly drew out the ancient, plain flying sword.

Heart moved, body still. Xu Yan had already anticipated the possibility, so she would guard against Huang Xinming—but without clear evidence, she wouldn't tell Yuan Junxian, lest she provoke Huang Xinming's suspicion.

Just then, she saw Jian Nanfeng kick a burly man in the back—on the ground lay several others sprawled haphazardly.