Chapter 581: Two Years of Cultivation

South Xiang, Mengdong River, upper reaches, Hu Xing Village

Corpses littered everywhere, the soil soaked through with blood.

Tu’an Hongjin wore knee-high deerhide boots, stepping through blood-mud to the foot of the Gathered Immortals Hall, studying the burly man leaning against the pillar for a moment, then extending her slender fingers to gently prod his bulging chest.

“Pfft…” The burly man collapsed at her touch, his chest caving in—revealing it was filled with fish bladders.

Tu’an Hongjin withdrew her finger, her beautiful face

Xia Nuanyan smiled warmly, saying nothing further; under heaven, apart from Jun Shino, no one could dictate her whereabouts—Xia Nuanyan knew it had been true before, was true now, and would always be true.

“Hehe, General, don’t worry—I’ll go with you to the government office. I have something to show you.” Ma Qingfeng smiled.

“Six…” Xiahou Cheng burst into tears, clinging around Yin Yue’s neck, deliberately brushing against him to mask what had just happened.

Watching the figure in dragon robes, Bai Zixu, gradually recede into the distance, surrounded by palace attendants, Bai Mo’s gentle expression darkened instantly—a weary sigh escaped his lips.

Mu Chen exhaled in relief. Great-grandfather. That meant the Liu family had only four generations. If it were only four generations, it wasn’t too terrifying. Yet even so, Mu Chen sensed the terrifying potential within this family.

Luo Qian’er gazed at Feng Xuanming’s cold eyes; though he’d always worn that lifeless ice-mask face before, his eyes had once held anger, emotion—but now, they were utterly empty, devoid of any feeling whatsoever.

Luo Qian’er had just finished mixing the mind-confusing potion when she learned the Fourth Prince had arrived at the Luo residence; Luo Master sent a servant to summon her to the front hall to meet the Fourth Prince.

Sima Changkong and the other Sword Sect disciples wore expressions of relief; Ma Qingfeng’s emergence from seclusion was like an adrenaline shot, instantly dispersing half the storm clouds overhead.

“Don’t play dumb. Don’t deny you ordered those people to poison Feng Qingchen?” Shen Yunxi said sharply.

Dragging her weary body into an inn, she didn’t eat, and while waiting for the bathwater to be prepared, Luo Qian’er lay down for a quick nap—only to fall asleep the instant her head touched the pillow.

“Dai Brother’s surviving fighters number four; Chief Du brought twenty-four; I’ll count twenty more who haven’t arrived yet, plus the few attendants beside me—that makes fifty or so.”

Sun Qin laughed happily but didn’t forget to set the rules: “Don’t sit with her during afternoon class! Come pick me up early after class!” Pick her up? It’s only two or three hundred meters from Building One to Building Three.

This situation was perhaps exactly what Jiang Yubai preferred—his naturally cunning nature and array of schemes gave him a strong chance of emerging victorious and claiming the final win.

Zheng Yuqing had no choice but to open her eyes, but now it was better—at least her gaze met his captivating, deep eyes.

Facing half-naked Zhang Yaming, Mizuko kept her head lowered, occasionally stealing glances at him from the corner of her eye—but before Zhang Yaming could notice, she immediately looked away.

After seeing off her younger brother, Xia Hanqiu had only a moment to grieve before Chen Jun’s men drew her attention away.

All of this was exactly as Kolen said: without the Sarast family’s help, she, Xiwen, Kaio, and the other orphans would have long since died—the Sarast family was truly their saviors.

The massive magical sphere’s violent power began shaking the palace; new cracks appeared on the stone pillars surrounding it, the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling swayed violently, and chunks of stone and fine sand rained down from above.

Wu Qizun had also been awaiting this moment; the instant light emanated from Zheng Yuqing’s body, he fixed his gaze upon her without blinking.