Chapter 574: The Dao of Yumu

Yuxun Mountain was neither large nor tall, but standing within it, one felt as if immersed in the wilds, as if the mountain had abruptly emerged, having crossed countless millions of years.

The dense, verdant forest layered countless times over, offering no view through it; one always sensed unseen eyes watching from within.

Liu Xiaolou had entered the mountain this way, and even though he had reached Foundation Establishment mid-stage, he still felt as if thorns pricked his back; after walking a while, he couldn’t help muttering to Li Wuya beside him: “What’s being raised in this forest?”

And he gave me four tasks: the first was to investigate the true cause of my parents’ deaths—Grandma believed their deaths were suspicious, with deep reasons behind them.

Since he broke through Qi Refining, it had been barely four months at most; breaking through Qi Refining Level Two in such a short time would surely draw unwanted attention if discovered.

Upon hearing his words, the Purple Feather Daoist hesitated instantly, then decisively attacked the juvenile black dragon, seeking to join forces with it to seize the Purple Flame Spirit Jade.

A sharp slap rang out; Xie Linlin’s head snapped to the side, a palm print slowly rising on her right cheek.

“No wonder it’s Hundred Flowers Fermentation—just smelling it, you know it must be amazing!” Yang Simu exclaimed.

The time was still early; he could still learn swordplay from Zhao Qian, striving to master the remaining three people’s skills in a short while.

“Brother, don’t disturb Master Lin—if anything happens, can you bear the consequences?” That was Sun Yanli’s voice.

Every internet giant who flooded into the entertainment industry was thoroughly scammed by Huayi.

She had intended to detour, but the two figures suddenly turned—revealing Princess Thirteen, Nalan Jinxiu, and the Seventh Princess of Qi.

Lin Hongde sat slumped on the ground, trembling all over, his eyes caked with blood; combined with the freezing cold outside, the blood had hardened. The clothes on his body were clearly put on afterward, haphazardly thrown on.

Feng Qingcheng fearfully shut her eyes, not expecting Shen Yaxi’s words to come true so instantly.

After the Goba tribe entered the Great Snow Mountains, they returned to their original way of life. In fact, a legend circulating outside is not false: the Hai Lan beast and our Goba tribe are connected. The Hai Lan beast is our tribe’s auspicious creature; every true appearance of a Hai Lan beast brings a language.

Everyone was eating breakfast in the mess hall; there was no Zhanmen match today, so Shanghai Ma Chao hadn’t fixed a rigid schedule for this time.

For over a week, Zhao Guodong had been running back and forth for Li Jing, no—more accurately, he had been ordered around by Li Jing, dashing here and there.

As if sensing Wang Jie’s arrival, “whoosh”—the six puppets moved in perfect unison, instantly surrounding Wang Jie.

“Sister Qingxi, if you leave, Yeyinghui will be heartbroken!” Luo Desiya stepped forward to say.

“Don’t worry—since you’re so sincere, I’ll definitely help you. Besides, when my son offended you before, you just laughed it off; I must show some appreciation!” Ge Zhen said.

Liu Moyan didn’t understand—he wanted to kill Duan Jinrong, and this urgency had not escaped Duan Jinrui’s notice; Duan Jinrong was untrustworthy, killing him was enough.

“Shhh”—a stone sliced through the air, striking the sword about to slash across the throat; the sword flew away with a clang.

His heart tightened instantly—they were only two Martial Saints, while the enemy had three; Duer’s level was so low they didn’t even count him.

“Shall I throw you out, or will you roll out yourself?” Mo Linyuan asked calmly.

To this day, though the Su family held great weight in the people’s hearts, among imperial relatives and nobles, the Su family was merely a pawn—a piece to be manipulated at will.

Su Min smelled the strong, pungent aroma of wine; watching him tilt his head and drink, the clear liquor spilled from his lips, slowly tracing down his throat, glinting with a soft sheen. Su Min averted his gaze uncomfortably, turning toward the army.