Chapter 162: The Painting

Late autumn in Northern Yan was bitterly cold, and Ye Cheng had no desire to crawl out from under his warm covers.

It was not until Princess Yuyang's ice-cold little hand reached into the warm bedding that the chill shocked Ye Cheng completely awake.

He opened his eyes to see Princess Yuyang, draped in a fox-fur cloak, looking down at him with a beaming smile in her dark, bright eyes.

"Can't you let me sleep just a little longer?" Ye Cheng asked with a wry smile.

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"Mohan, you actually thought it was me?" Qin Luofan stared straight into her eyes, the crystal-clear teardrops stinging his vision fiercely.

Directly overhead, some unknown mineral was emitting a soft, white glow. Although it was clearly a gloomy cavern, it was illuminated as brightly as day, leaving the scenery exposed in all its entirety.

Following that, the layers inside unfolded outward automatically, exactly like a blossoming flower bud, presenting a remarkably breathtaking sight.

Never had she expected that today, right in front of Sizhen, Eyebrow-Painting would actually give her a cold look, leaving Skylark feeling exceptionally aggrieved.

Although it was an evil god, the villagers genuinely worshipped it and revered it as a deity. Over the course of many years, a massive amount of faith power had truly condensed into its divine persona.

"Wandering orcs? Are they..." Rogge kept mentioning wandering orcs, which led Chu Wanqing to a realization. Someone like Feier, who did not live within a tribe, must be what they referred to as wandering orcs.

He looked inward at himself. Sure enough, the condition of the meridians in his body was a mess once again, with many of them already having withered. Taishun, Lan Xingjun, and the others had merely helped Qiaoguang simply bandage his wounds and applied top-tier herbs; his external injuries were basically healed, but only he knew the extent of his internal injuries. Since they were not physicians, there was no way they could handle it properly.

I felt helpless. As the saying goes, it is hard to decline such warm hospitality. At this point, I could only follow his arrangements, so I forced an awkward smile and got into Shen Tianlin's car.

"I know!" Chu Wanqing stuck her tongue out at Feier. Being in a good mood, she could let go of anything—humph.

"Awoo... awoo~" The fox let out another cry toward her. She turned her head and realized that the grey wolf had already been moved onto the stone table in the courtyard, lying there completely willingly and exposing the wounds on its body.

To the despair of the two, Wang Qi did not choose to force a breakthrough at this moment to complete the shot himself, but instead opted to pass the ball.

"Rest assured, Brother Chen Yuan. Even if we make a move, we will suppress our cultivation as much as possible so that people won't be able to see through our true strength!" Su Wan'er said. Her idea was quite good, and both Chen Yuan and Yan Linglong nodded in approval.

He had already been reborn, and Liu Jie was his best brother; he could not just watch him lose his qualification for this competition. He had to help him get through this ordeal! The question was, how should he help him?

Elder Bai had finally encountered a genius he could look favorably upon, so naturally he wanted to nurture him to the best of his ability. Fatty was now in for a miserable time, prematurely tasting a tragic fate.

The others also silently resolved that when the next contestant took the stage, they must seize the opportunity and not repeat this mistake.

In this way, the only thing left on the battlefield that could be called a threat was that giant flame serpent. However, if everyone pooled their strength together, dealing with it would be a matter of absolute simplicity.

Liu Chengwu, that legendary figure, had vanished without a trace over a hundred years ago. Back then, Zhao Qingyuan had searched everywhere for his master's whereabouts to no avail, which led him to go into secluded cultivation for a century.

At this moment, the Armored Python looked at Mo Heng with intense resentment. Regrettably, the spiritual qi inside its body was now so scarce that it had completely regressed below the level of a fierce beast. Forget transforming into a human form; simply surviving through this night would be exceedingly difficult.

A ferocious dragon's head magnified within his field of vision, and a vast, towering demonic aura pressed down upon him like mountains and seas.

He began to absorb it with practiced ease. After the span of a quarter of an hour, the blood marrow turned completely transparent.

Xin Zhaohan had been sitting to the side for a long time, quietly listening to Jiang He speak, and this finally presented an opportunity for him to chime in.