Chapter 130

128、Widow (2/2)

Zhou Chang heard Yang Rui’s question and turned his face to look at the black mirror hovering above his altar.

The black mist within the mirror gradually faded, and faint scenes within began to slowly sharpen.

He lacked experience and did not know what was happening now.

He could not determine whether the cry for help coming from the mirror truly came from a shaman named Xiao Zhenming, or whether it was a trap set by spirits or gods.

Thus, Zhou Chang waved to Yang Rui.

“A primordial beast? It shouldn’t be this weak,” Liansheng slapped the black bear’s head, but it remained motionless, as if dead; only then did he sense something odd. When he applied slight force, he lifted the entire bear—only to find it was merely a bear pelt.

“Master, Prince Quan is still a guest at the White Jade Palace and has not returned,” said a white butler in a formal Western suit, bowing politely.

Wuxu nodded reluctantly in agreement. As they spoke, they arrived at the guest room; opening the door, he found it spacious enough for Liansheng and the others, with clean, spotless bedding.

Yet this approach was too radical—it risked ruining this generation—but without it, there seemed no other way.

The old man’s cosmic momentum was fully formed, harnessing the power of Heaven’s Dao to resist Wenya’s flame divine force.

“Ligu excels at throwing axes and wields a long-handled axe; most importantly, Ligu understands medicine,” Lu Ka continued.

The secret tunnels of Huijia Village crisscrossed densely, filled with branching paths; those unfamiliar with the terrain risked falling into deadly traps or becoming trapped in endless dead ends—but under the guidance of Huijia Village’s people, none of these dangers arose, and all were joyfully cheerful.

Nannan closed her eyes with a satisfied smile; this time, she had no strength left to open her beautiful, luminous eyes again.

The scene erupted into chaos; everyone had been boasting of their own strength moments before, but now they were desperately fighting to seize this demon bone—useless to martial cultivators.

Soon, the lock clicked open. Bai Yi immediately opened her eyes and turned her head rightward.

Rong Jin was utterly familiar with Xiao Li’s bedroom and found it easily, having lived there before.

“Is it ugly?” She unconsciously reached out and touched the white flower shaped like a butterfly.

After meditating for several hours, he felt he had sufficiently comprehended the Indestructible Sword Body, then rose and flashed toward the Sword Storage Cave.

Xuan Yuan Qingyu had already reached her side, watching the shimmering light in her eyes as they gazed at him—those eyes held fleeting, magnificent radiance. He did not know what she was thinking, but he was deeply drawn in by her resolute expression.

Wu Yun moved the instant Yaohua attacked the crew at the bow, striking Yaohua with an unrelenting palm blow.

A sword qi instantly formed at his fingertip, vastly different from the sword qi he normally used—it seemed to carry emotion. Yes, a feeling of righteousness and loyalty. A sword qi endowed with emotion—how astonishing.

“That’s best! Now I’m at ease with you! You’re following your heart—that’s all I need!” He Hao finished speaking and walked inside to eat.

“You…” The Empress Dowager turned pale with rage, raising her hand to rebuke Crown Prince Feng Yehan, when Lian Mama entered and forcibly halted her.

“Meeting is fate. Since we both suffer from indigestion, and you’re from Huabei, why not join me in describing Huabei’s customs?” Bai Yuzhu said calmly to Zhang Zichuan, whose expression remained serene.