27. His Tenderness Was Reserved for Others

Ji Qingran’s hand, raised in the air, froze.

Before Lu Weian could get any closer, she turned her head away and took a step back.

"Don't do this."

With a single strike, the target, along with the third layer of the energy shield in front of them, was cleaved in two.

Xia Mingxin had been in the sect for nearly six years, and having been promoted to an inner disciple within the last two, she had now reached the peak of the early stage of the Heart-Fusion Realm.

"Is this really the life of a cultivator?" Zhao Ming wondered, his heart far from calm. This was completely different from the life of a cultivator he had imagined. Shouldn't a cultivator’s life be one of soaring on swords, wandering freely between heaven and earth?

Amidst the whistling friction of the immense pressure exerted by the spatial forces, a rapid, ferocious attack struck toward the figure of Yun Yu, who was darting through the air in a state of semi-invisibility.

"Hmph, to think you are unfazed by my secret technique!" A soft exclamation of surprise escaped Pang Lu’s lips as he faced the spiritual power assault of Yun Yu’s Flash Spirit Fist shadows.

"Go!" Li Qi grabbed Wang Yueru and jumped into the light gate in an instant. The gate slowly vanished, and eventually, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.

Listening to their master recount this hidden history of Muyang Peak, Zhao Ming and Lei Liang already had two streaks of tears running down their faces.

Xia Mingfeng glanced at Ming Jue and the three gray-robed monks. Whatever they had been discussing, he maintained a polite smile, nodded courteously, and then accompanied Xia Mingxin to Bai Yi’s side.

The prophet placed Shui'er's blood into a bowl, then had Zhong Mushan and his wife each contribute a drop of their own blood. Following this, he poured sacred water into the three drops of blood and began to chant an incantation.

Hearing the words of the young cultivator before her, Fu Rong gave a soft, inward chuckle. It seemed that this young man was no less covetous of others' wealth than she was.

The Blood Fiend was not easy to deal with. Last time, Yun Yang and Jun Nuo had joined forces just to fight him to a draw, and in the end, he explained the circumstances of how he had come to know Shu Wan'er.

Zhu Tiezhu thought to himself, "They have a house in the provincial capital and children; why should I get involved? Is it to let people see that my son, Zhu Laoda, isn't doing as well as them? To let my son be a stepping stone for them, or to let my second son show off how well he's living?"

Within the Sacred Castle, and indeed throughout the entire Sacred City, everyone felt a sense of ethereal transcendence, as if they no longer existed. Many things wavered between presence and absence, illusion and reality.

Du Jiu hastily shifted his attention to the pastries. He ran over in a few strides, grinning broadly as he begged for a treat.

Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox; walk together through wind and rain, cooperate as friends. Friendship first, competition second.

Just as Yuan Sui had anticipated, an inexplicable rage filled her heart, which was still throbbing with dull pain. Gritting her teeth, and with the air of a true boss, she planted her foot firmly on the head of the burly man who was struggling to crawl up from the ground, breathing heavily.

"Master?" Without any hope, Han Yue called out in a hoarse voice, only to be yanked back by his handcuffs as he tried to stand.

"Sigh, it's no use getting angry. Since your arm is broken this time, you'll just have to keep it hidden in your sleeve," Mu Yao added.

"Tell me now." Min Shu frowned, refusing to yield. He was desperate to know just how much these people understood about Ling Sucheng’s abilities.

"I... I forgot..." Sindragosa said, looking equally dejected. After all, they had both startled each other, so it was only natural to forget something.

He had not witnessed everything Wen Renya had just done, but he had heard it, and he felt no aversion toward her because of it.