Chapter 789: Broken Temple Encounter with Ghosts

“Little Daoist, what are you doing? I feel most uneasy under your gaze,” Gou Jiao said, squirming nervously.

“Have you heard of qi-watching? I’m watching your qi,” Xiao Yu said.

“Why, when the Daoist watches my qi, do I feel thorns piercing my bones and needles stabbing my flesh?” Gou Jiao asked.

Xiao Yu smiled. “Your perception is sharp. Of course, I’ve been watching a bit too hard.”

The bronze-headed, iron-browed ghost protecting Xiu Ge was neither hidden in the Ghost Dao nor within the Divine Dao dimension.

After the current emperor ascended the throne, all imperial princes except the non-royal Prince Xiao were ordered to leave the capital and return to their fiefs.

Then the Fusheng Fan opened, and frost crept inch by inch up the sword’s tip, climbing fingers and wrists, then freezing the entire body at a nearly terrifying speed.

She first went to look for Luo’s father and mother, found neither at home, then went to Zhang Nainai’s place—and sure enough, Luo’s father and mother were there.

He kissed her eyes, almost soothing her, his voice so soft it made her heart ache slightly.

The current strategy is to form alliances and break enemies apart: draw Mother to my side and speak words that strike a chord within her.

“That person never came. Master hasn’t left the mountain in a hundred years, hasn’t seen a single outsider,” Xia Tianwu added.

She knew her bold move would surely startle Lin Feng—but she never expected him to react this way. Li Wan, who had never seen Lin Feng blush, burst into laughter, dropping the towel from her hand.

The letter she wrote to Xue Yanchen had worked: Xue Yanchen believed Luo Jingyan had fallen for someone else; heartbroken, he could no longer train and had returned to heal.

Murong Heng’s eyes softened with a tender smile; then he took her hand and walked with her toward the Eastern Palace.

The entire family had thrived since Xu Mo’s suggestions, and without realizing it, Xu Mo had already turned eighteen. Before buying the house, Xu Zhiyuan and his wife hadn’t treated their son as an adult—but after moving into the new home, they officially regarded him as one.

Among the injured, Lin Ruo was not the most severely hurt, but her constitution was weakest, and she had been struck by Lei Dong’s palm wind, sustaining internal injuries. Murong Chong had heard the gist from Wujiu and Leng Su on the way back; he understood how much effort Lin Ruo had expended to save her, so he naturally ordered Su Muyu, the most skilled physician, to treat Lin Ruo first.

She had assumed her grandmother was a conservative, but she never expected the old woman to be eager for Jin Tingxiao to marry her off as soon as possible.

The middle-aged man had his arms bound behind his back, forced to hunch over; his open white coat hung on him like tattered rags.

Everyone, regardless of motive, eagerly anticipated Bao Tian taking on all twenty-four opponents alone.

He watched as she bowed her proud knees, as if even her bones had softened.

Though the intimate gesture seemed casual, Shu Han understood his inner unease. Understanding him, she couldn’t help secretly wonder: was there something else hidden beneath this?

In the Black Snake Council, as each beastman had his head cut off, a blood-red flame ignited before Berif. In its glow, Berif’s side was piled high with objects—flags, totems, wolf pelts, fox pelts—each differing in shape, yet all unmistakably representative of their respective tribes.

At the front lines, the Demon Pirates and the Sandias stood ready, both brimming with fierce morale, awaiting only the order to charge.

Si HanYu said coldly, “If you’ve come to visit my grandfather, be my guest. If you’ve come to discuss work, I’m sorry—this is my personal time.” He turned to leave the parlor, just as Liu Xiangning arrived to call everyone to dinner.

Her carriage had stopped at the intersection waiting for the red light when a vehicle behind suddenly slammed into her, sending Li Xiaotong’s car sliding forward several meters.