Chapter 100

99. The Scout (4K, 2/2)

“Then who will go explore this gray mist?” someone asked.

The question returned once more to its starting point.

Wang Tiexiong frowned deeply, his eyes flickering faintly as he drew a long breath, about to speak.

The tall, slender man beside him spoke up directly: “Boss, I’ll go on behalf of our caravan. Lao Liu and Lao Qi died in this gray mist, Lao Si is now a cripple, and I’m the only one still whole and alive.

I want to go back in and probe deeper.

“No, Ninth Lord only comes here to bathe when he’s in a bad mood.” Yan Ran, having served Ninth Lord so long, knew his habits well.

“What’s going on? Why hasn’t it started yet? Has something happened?” Li Mingda asked Gao Yang.

Ling An looked at Li Mingda and regretted it deeply—he’d truly been fooled by this girl; he should never have been so soft-hearted.

Liu Dongmei was certain her family would never split them off; as long as she held firm, the most likely outcome was that Jiang Hongxin would be separated alone, and when the family divided, she could still pressure her parents to give him less—ideally, leave him with nothing.

Chu Qi stepped forward toward the bowl of soup on the table; its color looked truly appetizing. She picked up a spoon, scooped up a portion, sniffed it—no anomaly.

Gu Yuchen returned the bowls and chopsticks borrowed for yesterday’s meal to each household in Jiang Hongyan’s family, washed all their own clothes, then turned to help here.

Perhaps because summer was near, the night air had grown unexpectedly hot and sleepless; at midnight, Chu Qi tossed and turned on her bed, her mind circling back to the words Consort Gao had spoken before leaving.

“Husband, look at the wood ear mushrooms—so many, so many.” The decaying log was thickly covered in them.

Nan Yuan panicked, rushing over to scoop her child into her arms, pressing her forehead to the child’s, murmuring softly to soothe it.

She could not let go; if she did, her life would end, and the Six Realms would lose the Cycle Spring and descend into chaos.

In Layer D, Guan Nana was bound to a chair, tightly tied, her dry lips making her appear even more frail and pale.

It was strangely natural for this man, standing a full one meter eighty, to be cradled in Ling Yue’s arms; he could smell her faint, pleasant fragrance, and the way she held him made him feel an irresistible urge to sleep.

No, he couldn’t keep acting like this. After much thought, he could no longer suppress his concern and followed her upstairs.

Shen Jun and Liu Hong flew to Lin Song’s side, stopping him from launching further frantic attacks on Hua Qing’s seal—perhaps this round of violent assault would shatter Hua Qing’s seal, and Hua Qing and Wang Jing inside would have no chance to escape.

Mu Yi smiled awkwardly and hung up the phone. After so many years together, he knew exactly when Ye Fan was happy and when he was angry. Now his eyes were bright, and only he understood the danger lurking within—this was their unspoken understanding, or rather, years of experience between them.

Yang Yi was startled too, but Ruan Ling ignored them, gently waving her hand to silence them before continuing.

The black-robed cultivator realized the opponent meant business, but he was powerless to resist—and more importantly, in this critical time, adding even a few more Golden Core enemies would be extremely unwise.

He could ignore her. He could let her stay by Wei Yefeng’s side. He could make this bet with Wei Yefeng.

The Six Imperial Princes’ display of their powers instantly shocked those with intent, especially the restless Chu Chen. He stared, stunned, at the majestic scene dominating the sky.

A piercing eagle cry rang out; over a hundred men from the Tianfeng Empire mounted giant eagles and vanished into the Void Gate in an instant.

The moment the first lyric escaped Liu Dehua’s lips, the entire venue erupted—waves of applause and cheers thundered through the hall, leaving the two men behind him with a tinge of envy.