Chapter 227: Youthful Sons of the Jianghu Grow Old; When Will Spring Flowers and Autumn Moons End?

Murong Longcheng kept running, his figure like a star racing and lightning shooting, leaving only a faint, ethereal shadow flickering faintly.

He did not know how long had passed; the rain had stopped, and then, after yet more time, light began to glow on the horizon.

At last he stopped, his aura of alternating life and death shifting unpredictably, as if utterly out of control, completely chaotic; his expression turned fierce and cruel, like a demon of the netherworld, utterly devoid of the transcendent grace of a celestial master.

Scenes from that past day flashed before his eyes one by one.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out—“pop!”—followed immediately by several more: “pop-pop-pop!” Monkey rushed out.

“You guys go back first; I’ll return on my own later.” Ignoring his mother’s scolding, I spoke.

As I touched my face, Yin He was also watching me, staring in disbelief, then pointing with her finger at the main villain nearby, who was speaking with Wang Shitai.

Thinking of the emotional moment, Monkey’s heart stirred, his eyes grew damp. He held Zhu Qing’s hand and slowly channeled true qi into her body to ease her fatigue.

Zhu Guier looked down at herself and pouted; what could she do? She was the type of delicate, charming girl.

I rolled my eyes at him. Can you stop being so dismissive of me? It’s short, but that’s concentrated essence.

Actually, Jiang the Young Master’s eyesight wasn’t truly that sharp; under such conditions with a window open, even an ordinary semi-professional could roughly judge the jade’s quality from the window’s view.

“Dudu, be good, don’t cry—Uncle’s perfectly fine!” Ye Feng smiled, gently stroking Dudu’s forehead; Dudu then stopped crying and laughed.

“That’s Fenglei Gorge ahead, isn’t it?” Lan Yutian sighed; the sorrow in his brow deepened rather than faded.

“Just take a look—see as much as you can. With so many gamble-stones piled here, if we tried to pick each one individually, it’d take a year or more to get through them all.” Ye Feng smiled.

Lin Yi smiled, but didn’t agree; this seemingly spoiled young master was no ordinary man—he sensed an immense power hidden within him, astonishingly strong, comparable to a great sage of the human race, though not yet fully absorbed.

“Everything is up to you,” Li Lin said coolly, yet deep in her eyes lay a thick hue of bitter resentment.

After several attacks, Xie Yue issued the order to retreat, setting up camp just a few miles outside Hulang Pass.

The Emperor’s method was simple: if Du Fei didn’t arrive within the deadline, he would kill everyone connected to him. Nothing could stop the Emperor from doing what he wished.

A piercing scream echoed through the entire gorge, drawing in several Wuhu Camp cultivators who were training nearby; when they arrived, the first thing they saw was a stranger brutally beating a cultivator.

Remember, under full power, Ji Ziqing’s strike could even overwhelm the Yongli God-King, sending him flying instantly.

Du Fei kicked Dawa in the chest; the sound of cracking ribs rang out, even making Yunliu Liuxing turn around in shock.

Pursuit is often the easiest way to achieve results; many of the barbarians, utterly terrified, were killed while fleeing; along the way, corpses lay for ten thousand li, pursuit stretched for tens of thousands of li, until the Nine Yang God-King and others finally called off the chase.

“Everything is at your command, Miss!” Xie Yue said earnestly; on the other side, Bing Feng gave no reply, only nodding slightly in assent.

In just a few breaths, a golden light descended from the sky—it was none other than the Golden Monkey Spirit-God.

This possibility is entirely real. In fact, didn’t a mysterious force just now try to uproot the Cool Qi from my body? At first, I was completely passive; if the Harmonious Qi hadn’t intervened twice at critical moments, I wouldn’t even know where I was now.