Chapter 96: Great Harvest

Wei Hanchen drew a deep breath: “I, I...”

Zhao Ti spoke coolly: “I cannot wait indefinitely. I give you fifteen minutes to decide: will you bring glory to your ancestors, wear silk before all men, ensure your lineage endures, and receive three incense sticks daily after death, with descendants bowing thrice in reverence—or will you become a roadside skeleton, devoured by wild dogs, your soul scattered, your bloodline extinguished?”

“I, the Lord of Light will protect our faithful after death, guiding us into the Great Radiant Realm...” Wei Hanchen breathed out.

“Love between women?” Mo Chen sighed, rubbing his forehead. He’d heard rumors of such things in the martial world, but never imagined he’d actually encounter one.

“It seems something unknown has happened here,” Li Tianmo’s eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty gleam. If this withered tree dares harm Tie Yi, he will turn this place into a sea of corpses.

The purple butterflies dancing through the woods suddenly snapped their wings, spiraling down in the gusts, torn into shreds; crimson leaves drifted slowly downward, turning the ground into a blanket of snow.

His voice, no longer as cold as before, carried a hint of something deeply ambiguous, almost tender.

Her heart suddenly ached. She walked slowly to the window, gazing at the bright moon, momentarily spellbound.

Meng Liuli had her chin pinched, unable to speak, yet let out a scornful laugh, twisting her head away and closing her eyes.

At the very moment Mo Chen called out Su Ningqiu, the Poison Mud Crocodile King’s icy, mocking laugh echoed—the massive shadow of its true form flickered into view and charged toward Mo Chen.

Outside the room came a series of orderly footsteps. Jun Moye narrowed his eyes slightly. A flash of purple light—and he vanished.

“You, you...” Death, terrifyingly close, lay bare before the aged Dragon King. The skeleton on the steps—his personal guard for over a hundred years—was gone in an instant, before he could even blink, severed between life and death.

“Stop lying to me, Mo Lei. We’ve been together this long—what could you possibly hide from me?” Han Na fixed her gaze on Mo Lei’s eyes, leaving him no room to escape.

Since the imperial road led toward the frontier, travelers were scarce. Thick shrubbery lined both sides, obscuring the interior. For an ambush, this was the perfect spot.

Burning the grain supplies and retreating under these circumstances isn’t a crime—it’s inevitable. You can’t leave the grain for the enemy. But if they burn the supplies and retreat, can they even escape?

“Thank you, Master, for your concern. I’ll sign it.” Su Chenyang took the contract and scanned it briefly.

“Heh... I’m fine.” The child was still smiling, his eyes clear as water, reflecting my current, disheveled face.

The front row of flesh worms leaped with a popping sound—but this time, they jumped in place, not entering the door.

“You died before? Then how are you alive now?” Qing Rou asked skeptically.

Ma Danyi let out a sudden cry—full of resentment and despair—but what could he do? Ma Danyi collapsed helplessly to the ground.

I knew I couldn’t hide it anymore, so I told him briefly about my cultivation of the “Spring Revival Heart Scripture” with Qiluo.

Ping Wu lei heard this and immediately recoiled two steps backward on the water, barefoot—then flipped over, headfirst, diving beneath the surface.

Since Su Chenyang left, Liuyun Palace had grown noticeably quieter. Walking along the paths between halls, only scattered figures of disciples could be seen, their steps sluggish—adding to the palace’s already desolate air, deepening its sense of gradual decay.

“Shut up!” Jinxiu could bear it no longer. She snatched up a stone from the ground and hurled it at Liang Yuejin.

Facing Xi Ri Mu Xia, Yan Zhong dared not underestimate him. For the first time, he unleashed the full power of the Qixing Lengyue Technique’s protective qi.