Chapter 211: How to Lean on Heaven and Draw the Treasure Sword

Suzhou, Taihu, Canhe Manor.

Murong Longcheng, dressed in tattered clothes and face flushed with rage, strode into the manor; his silver hair streamed behind him, his expression grim, cursing Xiao Yaozi as he walked.

Today’s fight had left him slightly worse off—though he had gained the upper hand yesterday, today he had been tricked by the other, nearly tumbled into the lake, leaving him seething with fury.

The two now barely spoke a word to each other; they met only to fight, and the only time one gained advantage was to taunt.

Alright, forgive Yi Man for such a shameless thought—but Lin Jie’s expression was far too delighted.

Wu Ting had no complaints; what mattered to him was the harvest from his journey through Yan Yun—he had secretly established several factions within the chaotic Yan Yun lands, and that was what truly satisfied him; being enfeoffed as a marquis was merely a title, and at critical moments, a title meant nothing.

Yi Man knew this lollipop might have been kept by Ge Peiyun for a long time, unwilling to eat it, yet she gave it to Yi Man.

The Twin Elder stepped forward first and roared: “Cease…” Then he formed a hand seal, and the dark wind dissipated. A black shadow suddenly shot from empty space and vanished into the Twin Elder’s body in the blink of an eye.

“Your servant understands, Your Majesty, rest assured.” Cai Rui tucked the letter away; of course she cared—this letter determined the quality of her future life. She went to open the door, saw nothing amiss, and walked out with calm composure.

They all knew Gu Chiefeng had suffered misfortune, yet none looked down on her; they still greeted her warmly each day, and Yan Ke could not help but marvel that warmth still existed among men.

By this generation, fame and fortune had faded; Ji Ziqi’s two cousins, Ji Zixuan and Ji Zimo, had become a photographer and a researcher respectively. His cousin Ji Ziqing loved adventure, traveling the world, and even Ji Ziqi, a medical doctor, envied her greatly.

Seeing him leave, Zhen Ruxue naturally felt reluctant, but she knew he had state affairs to attend to, so she nodded and watched him depart.

The autumn wind blew, covering the ground with scattered corpses; blood, reddish-black and slowly congealing, waited impatiently for the crows.

Though the voices were extremely faint, Lin Chen’s powerful spiritual sense had clearly caught every word.

Of course, here he dared not speak much, and merely followed Ji Changfu out of the place.

【Seed of the Eternal Tree】: A plant brimming with life energy; when grown, it continuously provides life energy to a certain area, and the potent life energy can alleviate illness and prolong life.

Here, Ma Hongjun did not continue, for he saw Dai Mubai’s murderous gaze.

Sensing the threat of death, the bodyguard roared and instantly appeared three meters away; at the same time, his hammer—enlarged countless times—crashed down upon Sheng Cai’er’s head.

Lin Wanchan frowned and said, “Mother, don’t rush—destiny, when it comes, cannot be stopped.” After two failed matchmaking attempts, her mind had begun to stir again.

She rushed to Fu Yian’s side, grasped his large hand, and tears fell steadily; she held back her sobs, “Yian! How are you?” Then she pulled out a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his temple.

Given her looks, offending someone like this should have led to a terrible fate.

Remember, at that time they did not know Zhang Yue was still alive, nor had they ever imagined Longguo could defeat the Seven Nations.

At this moment, Qian Renxue was in the midst of her breakthrough, and Qin Shou wasted no time, redoubling his efforts to assist her cultivation.

Saying this, Chen Jue immediately ran off, then tossed a fairy herb into the Huangquan Dew beneath the Hell Road.

Mu Sheng had already used spiritual sense and divine eyes to determine that this scent of blood was not from human blood, but from domestic fowl—chickens, ducks, and the like—with no trace of demonic energy.