Chapter 96: Great Harvest

Wei Hanchen took a sharp breath: "I, I..."

Zhao Ti said coolly: "This king is in a hurry and cannot wait for you long. I will only give you a quarter of an hour to think. You must decide well: whether to bring glory to your ancestors, return home in splendid robes before the world, have descendants continue your line, and receive three sticks of incense daily with three kowtows from your descendants a hundred years from now—or to become a pile of withered bones by the roadside, gnawed by wild dogs, your soul scattered and your bloodline severed forever!"

"I... the Luminous Sect will protect its believers and grant them passage into the Great Brightness Realm after death..." Wei Hanchen said, drawing a breath.

"A romance between two women?" Mo Chen patted his forehead, a bit speechless. He had only heard some such tales in the jianghu before, but never expected to actually encounter one.

"It seems something has happened here that we don't know about." A bloodthirsty, murderous glint flashed in Li Tianmo's eyes. If this old dead tree dared let Tieyi come to harm here, he would turn this place into a field of corpses.

The purple butterflies that had been dancing among the trees suddenly lost their wings, spiraling down through the lingering wind, only to be torn into pieces. The red leaves drifted slowly down from the trees, transforming into a carpet of white snow upon the ground.

His voice was different from its usual coldness; there was even a hint of intriguing, thought-provoking tenderness in it.

Her heart suddenly ached. She walked slowly to the window, gazed at that bright moon, and for a moment was utterly captivated.

Meng Liuli's chin was gripped in her hand, so she could not speak, yet she let out a contemptuous laugh, struggled to turn her head away, and closed her eyes.

The instant Mo Chen called out to Suo Ningqiu, the cold, mocking laughter of the Poison Mud Crocodile King rang out. The massive beast-shadow of the Poison Mud Crocodile in its true form flickered in and out of view, charging toward Mo Chen.

Some orderly footsteps sounded from outside the room. Jun Moye narrowed his eyes slightly. A flash of purple light—and he vanished in an instant.

"You, you..." Death, so close at hand, was now displayed with stark reality before the aged Dragon King's eyes. The withered bones on the steps had been his personal guards who had followed him for over a hundred years. In such a brief instant, before one could even blink, they were separated forever between life and death.

"Stop lying to me, Mo Lei. We've been together so long—is there anything you still can't tell me?" Hannah stared fixedly into Mo Lei's eyes, giving him no chance to escape.

Because the official road led in the direction of the frontier region, very few travelers passed by. The road was flanked on both sides by dense thickets of shrubs, making it impossible to see what lay within. For an ambush, this was the perfect choice.

Under such circumstances, burning the grain and supplies before retreating was not really a crime—it was inevitable. One couldn't exactly leave the supplies for the enemy, could one? But if they burned the supplies and retreated, would they actually be able to escape?

"Thank you, Master, for your concern. This disciple will sign it." Su Chenyang took the contract and skimmed through it roughly.

"Heh... I'm fine." That child was actually still smiling. His eyes were clear as anything, and within them was reflected my wretched appearance at this moment.

The front row of flesh-worms hopped with a series of pops, but this time, these flesh-worms actually hopped in place and did not enter the door.

"You've died once before? Then how did you come back to life now?" Qing Rou asked, just as expected, with suspicion.

Ma Danyi suddenly let out a great cry at this moment, a cry filled with unwillingness and despair. But what could be done? Ma Danyi collapsed weakly to the ground.

I knew I couldn't hide it any longer, so I roughly told him about the matter of Qi Luo and me cultivating the "Heart Sutra of Rejuvenation."

Ping Wulei, upon hearing this, was indeed so startled that she retreated two steps backward across the water barefoot, but then flipped over and dove headfirst into the water.

Since Su Chenyang's departure, the entire Flowing Cloud Palace seemed to have grown much quieter. Walking along the main avenues between the various halls, one could only sparsely see the figures of a few disciples, and their lazy footsteps undoubtedly added a sense of growing desolation to what was already a quiet holy land.

"Shut up!" Jin Xiu could stand it no longer. She picked up a stone from the ground and hurled it at Liang Yuejin.

Facing the Evening Sun Wood Knight, Yan Zhong dared not take it lightly. For the first time, he unleashed the protective true qi of the "Sorrowful Star, Cold Moon Art" at full power.