Chapter 217: Settling In

On the other side of Taihu, screened by weeping willows, lay Shenhe Manor.

Murong Longcheng's face was sullen; before the hall he seemed to have lost his soul, and after pacing a dozen or so circles, he headed out of the manor.

Qin Bo, stooped, asked, "Are you going out to fight again? There are no more clothes left at home to change into. If you come back this time with more torn and broken ones, you'll have to go bare-chested."

Murong Longcheng waved his hand impatiently. "No fighting today. I need to go out for a trip—to a place outside—to look into someone."

An Yu and Zhu Wei both knew that once they split up, Leng Yundi would surely make some move; otherwise he wouldn't have made such an unreasonable arrangement. So, after putting some distance between them, An Yu and Zhu Wei entered stealth mode, guarding against any unexpected developments.

"You opened my Void Stone without permission and brought me a heap of trouble. Just wait—once I've killed them all, I'll kill you next." Xiao Yang said calmly.

"Without this Haoran Sacred Armor, let's see how you block my Flying Dragon Profound Fire Banner!" Qin Guyue laughed coldly. In truth, he was overreaching—he couldn't actually control the flying dragon soul within the Flying Dragon Profound Fire Banner; he could only say that, relying on a sliver of soul connection between himself and the flying dragon soul, he could take the Flying Dragon Profound Fire Banner out, and that was all.

In an instant he understood why that elder of the Heavenly Dao Alliance had insisted on taking back this Four Phases Sacred Robe, and was even willing to let him off for snatching Shangguan Chao's Fire Dragon Glazed Treasure Pearl.

But strangely, Lin Weiwei hadn't done anything at all—she had simply channeled a bit of spiritual energy into the Chaos Zither—and yet she felt a faint connection form between herself and the Chaos Zither, as if it had successfully acknowledged her as its master?

All the buyers seemed to instantly unite against a common enemy; those standing closer to An Yu even shoved him. Some even threw cheap, worthless odds and ends from their hands to drive him away.

The north wind howled; snow began to fall once more across the entire ice plain. Countless scattered flakes drifted down over the corpses carpeting the ground, and the smell of blood in the air had faded considerably, yet the eerie atmosphere was even heavier than when everyone had joined forces against Pang Qianye earlier.

"I'm just a brute with a bit of strength—I don't know the first thing about a spy's technical work. Aren't you afraid I'll botch it? Besides, the country has so many talented people—why me?" Zhao Wuji said.

On Lotus Flower Island, Cang Yun and the others held a grand night banquet to welcome Mo Ban, drinking freely both to celebrate and to deal with the hidden enemy. Upon hearing of Mo Ban's ordeal and the behind-the-scenes machinations of Mo Han Mo La De, the brothers all sighed. Cang Yun handed over a piece of Mo Han Mo La De's remains that he had brought back to the Cang Heaven Guard, leaving them to torment it as they pleased and vent their hatred.

Roasted sweet potatoes! Yun Xiang couldn't help but laugh. She really did love eating roasted sweet potatoes. The crops here were all green and pollution-free; this yellow-fleshed sweet potato was especially sweet, and roasted till slightly charred, it was especially delicious.

Even without finishing the sentence, Qian Jiyao understood her meaning—wasn't she just afraid that she would drop dead on the very day she married over there?

Yuan Fei thought it over carefully for two hours, deciding that once Mu Lin returned to the capital, she must summon him into the palace for a talk.

Yuelu felt that this Ji Ruoyu was growing more and more like Lu Qingfan—even the way he spoke those words, with that faintly threatening edge in his tone, was very much a Lu Qingfan edition.

Outside that enormous panoramic window, a middle-aged white-haired man in a dark, long robe was politely tapping the outer wall of the window—capable of withstanding a king-class magical-powered armored main cannon's bombardment—with two fingers.

Since the last time he picked the snow lotus, Leng Qingyang and Su Wanqing rarely met. A few times he had seen her from afar; Su Wanqing merely offered him a greeting, then turned and left.

Even traveling light, the Retired Emperor brought six carriages. One was for his own rest; one held supplies for the road. The remaining four carriages were all loaded with his private stash.

Hearing these words, Lin Yang Tian's anger flared up at once. In the dead of night, not sleeping, running to Lin Siyu's room to say she took up a knife to kill him, and wanting to search the room—does he take me for a fool?