Chapter 76: The Troubles of the Fensheng Sect

Baihai Valley, the Fensheng Sect's base.

As the chief disciple of the Seven Stars Hall, Mo Sui Xin was entitled to a standalone small pavilion here.

Though small as a sparrow, it contained all vital organs—this pavilion looked modest, yet held hidden depths.

It had not only a quiet chamber to gather Qi, but also dedicated rooms for alchemy, talisman painting, and weapon forging.

In comparison, Chen Ye's cave dug haphazardly into the mountain cliff was truly a humble abode.

Mo Sui Xin knelt on blue stone slabs, the ground had

"Yes, General Zhang's son, Zhang Yongsheng, led a hundred thousand troops to resist the Chen Kingdom's army," Lü Yin replied.

"Uncle Zhang, please stop calling me 'Princess' all the time—it makes me sound so old!" Zi Han pouted, looking adorable.

"Your Majesties, please do not bow so formally—we two are merely travelers passing through, and we offered a modest effort against that demon dragon that harmed innocent aquatic beings," Jin Yi bowed back, speaking calmly.

It was like the day Meng Chang asked him, "Was it you?"—Shen Rui would later make playful jokes to amuse Yu Wei, hoping to see her smile, to prove to her, perhaps also to himself, that he was fine.

He picked up a silk handkerchief beside him—it was the one I embroidered yesterday during practice with my teacher. She told me to embroider mandarin ducks, but I made a fat duck instead.

Beneath the rain curtain, two shattered vehicles were being lifted away by cranes; many cars were blocked around them, some had rerouted, others had been pushed back by the heavy rain, umbrellas hovered high above, yet Shen Rui was still soaked and cold.

Meng Shao was still laughing; the bodyguard wondered inwardly that perhaps this time he'd finally awakened, and secretly sent a message to the store manager to prepare several fresh, lively girls to soothe Meng Shao's desires.

Only Gran and Bai Yan did not kneel—as if even kings were not worthy of reverence from these Saint-level experts, let alone a mere Laidofu.

He handed the child to the wet nurse, then picked up Luo Shuiyi and carried her back to his room. Only when he laid her on the bed did he realize his back was drenched in cold sweat.

"Zhang Baolong, return to your own seat—this is not where you belong," an elder, unable to bear it, scolded Duan Ke sternly.

At the sound, he instinctively turned his head slightly, his eyes flashing a hint of surprise—but it vanished instantly.

Xiao Ru'an's tears still fell like broken beads, unceasing, yet her voice was firmer and colder than ever before.

Dongnan said: "No problem." He himself also wanted to know how the old monk Wujing would respond.

The innkeeper suddenly realized this sharp, capable southern man radiated wisdom and distinction, and instinctively grew wary.

Wang Taika tilted his head, as if about to shake it, but ultimately didn't move it—instead, his neck twisted awkwardly back and forth.

Shen Aoning said nothing, merely forced a stiff smile, then nodded to Lady Qin. "Is that so?" pretending disinterest.

Dongnan spoke slowly—just for this moment—he promptly fell silent, uttering not another word.

Zong Zheng stepped back into the room and retrieved an object: a large bow, as long as an adult's arm span, its string harder than steel rebar, finer than hair, and more resilient than a spring.

"Gu Qian, who is this?" Lin Lang looked at the unusually energetic Lao Hu, then turned to Gu Qian.

"Oh, nothing. Just suddenly remembered something!" Shen Aoning brushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen forward as she lowered her head, her lips slightly pursed.

Though internal Qi protected his body, he still suffered multiple electric burns, and spent two months recuperating in bed before fully recovering.

Ye Junxuan was surprised by her action. Though her gesture was fleeting, it was enough to stir his inner longing. Usually, he was the one to initiate kisses—why was she so forward today? Clearly, she was lonely.