Chapter 047: Duckweed, Forgotten by All; Traces of Bygone Days beside Willow Lake

Water spread across the paper, washing the ink into a broad stain and softening the jarring heaviness of the distant mountains and nearby waters, drawing the broken strokes and unbroken intent together as one.

Guan Yin sat guarding the paper before him, writing stroke by stroke the tune titles that seemed as though they could never be filled in. All at once, he began to miss the chaos and commotion of his class.

“Are you not afraid, my lord?” San Heng remained at Guan Yin’s side, ready to satisfy his every need at a moment’s notice. Yet Guan Yin was easy enough to look after; an entire morning had passed, and he had not even taken a sip of water—

Lu Junfeng was remarkably patient. He did not urge her into the car, but started the engine first and lowered all four windows, letting a powerful draft sweep through the vehicle before turning on the air-conditioning.

“He was slashed across the face twice. Fortunately, his eyes were unharmed; it is only his face that has been ruined,” the evil spirit said gloomily.

Principal Wang had always cared deeply about Zhixue Academy’s reputation. Hearing that Ruan Mengmeng had brought bodyguards onto the campus, he found the behavior utterly intolerable.

It was worth noting, however, that the disciples of Yanggu Peak had been combined with those of Main Sword Peak, all of them placed under Xuan Tianshu’s command.

When Tang Gao heard what Nian Gao said, she raised her head. Nian Gao had originally merely been touching her hair, but now his hand had become a merciless pat on the head.

No one had expected this “interview” to allow Ruan Mianmian to make a good friend with whom she could exchange secrets before she had even entered Zhixue Academy.

Xia Xue finally made her way up the stairs and arrived late at the dining table. Looking somewhat uneasy, she sat down.

“Let me have a look at that face of yours...” Chen Qingzhi’s utterly indifferent gaze drifted lightly over Qin Fang, taking in every detail.

Silence once again spread throughout the entire arena. Whether or not they had been taking part in the competition, everyone stopped to watch the confrontation between Zhang Tian and Yan Yu.

“Go and fetch Ma Liang for me!” Zhao Feng ordered someone as he walked, his voice carrying an unmistakable fury.

Time had become the greatest enemy. The blurred figures beside the Sacred Emperor in the image had changed again and again; each appeared for a time, then never appeared thereafter, no more than lives swallowed by the river of time.

In their eyes, they were merely putting the matter off for a while. Once they had completely subdued the lion, if the lion itself refused to go, then no one could blame them.

“Hmph. Since the Pure Yang Immortal has spoken, the matter shall naturally be dropped. But the grievances between him and me cannot be resolved in a moment, so...” Before he could finish, he turned and walked toward the steps below the stage. Clearly, Ghost Face intended to give up. After all, he had also been forced into this situation earlier.

Originally, he had planned to move outside the city this year. Although the place had been hurriedly completed, it was still somewhat crude, and living there at this time would probably not be comfortable.

Moreover, the cultivation world was instinctively hostile toward such methods. It would never allow them to develop on a large scale and threaten the status of cultivators.

As a saint, Zhang Haotian knew that some things could not possibly be avoided, no matter how much one wished to. This was especially true of the Deification War. Since it had even occurred on Earth in later ages, its existence must have been necessary.

Hou Yi sensed the renewed might of the Golden Crow princes. To ensure that he inflicted the greatest possible damage upon them, the Great Shaman Hou Yi chose a place where the sun would set—the Buzhou Mountains.

The five guard captains had already begun regretting their decision to rush forward at the very beginning. Otherwise, they would not now be enduring such inhuman torment.

“Precisely, precisely. Since that benefactor is going to the Ten Thousand Souls Cavern next, why do we not each send someone there? As for how far the matter proceeds, that will be entirely up to Heaven’s will. We cannot stop it either, can we?” Fellow Daoist Zhunti said, clapping his hands with a laugh.

After a while, smoke finally rose from Ye Zhengfeng’s eyes, and the tears within them evaporated completely. He drew out the long spear in his hand and poured a vast amount of Metal-element power into it. In an instant, the spear, which had originally shone with a silvery brightness, seemed to have been cast from gold.

Baili Dengfeng merely nodded with an easy calm, then went to take the seat Mo Lin had specially arranged for him on behalf of Wuji Palace. Its rank naturally surpassed that of every other seat in attendance. From this alone, it was clear that Baili Dengfeng’s current status had risen far above that once held by Danqingzi of the Heavenly Elixir Sect and the Ancestor of the Black Tortoise Academy, Chen Xuantong.