Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Fox and the Glazed Jade

After listening to the well-meaning warnings from the passersby, Mingshuang rubbed her temples and sighed, saying, "Let's not wait until tonight to regroup—we should go find Uncle-Master now." Naturally, Xiao Su had no objections to Mingshuang's suggestion.

Just as the two were about to leave, a squad of city constables from Yue City arrived at the crime scene. The mummified cultivator, who had died so gruesomely in the street, was carried away to the public mortuary by a few officers, while the woman who had been sitting on the ground in terror, weeping uncontrollably, was seized as the suspected murderer.

"Ah—my lord, I am innocent!" The woman's shrill cries nearly pierced Mingshuang’s eardrums. He frowned, watching as the constables dragged her away, and asked, "You said the victim's cultivation was completely drained. Is it possible for that woman to do such a thing?"

The drifting heat haze suddenly seemed to be manipulated by some giant, forming a dozen or so arm-like shapes out of the invisible mist.

"Let’s go inside and have a look," Lin Wanru muttered, still dazed and unsure of what to do next.

The Sword Demon was now superior to the younger generation of disciples, but when facing Wei Chan, the foremost prodigy who had already reached the Third Realm and beyond, the outcome was still uncertain.

Walking with Tang Zhihang toward the classroom, it seemed they encountered nothing unusual along the way. Could it be that the organization wasn’t in any hurry to move against them? Or were they planning to lay a careful trap and capture them all at once?

Yixuan snapped back to himself, placing his hand atop the Ant King's head and sending his spiritual sense inside, lunging toward the soul fire. At once, a vicious, savage aura blocked his approach, keeping him from drawing near. Anxiously, Yixuan circled the soul fire, but the ferocious presence shadowed his every move, leaving not the slightest opportunity.

The black flames in the sky grew ever mightier, and from within the old man's body erupted countless howls and roars, as though from the depths of hell itself. The chilling aura they unleashed seemed to penetrate to the bone, clashing starkly with the righteous, upright energy radiating from the scholarly middle-aged man. The two forces opposed each other, as distinct as the meeting of clear and turbid waters.

They were already approaching the depths of the forest, where the tracks of large beasts could be seen everywhere. On the ground, there were occasional remains of beasts or monsters, along with broken branches.

Zhong Yuan could not help but shout twice, and the nine-tiered stone steps emitted a dazzling, multicolored light—a phenomenon not seen for a long time. This signified that Feng Yuerong’s talent and insight had finally gained the Stairway’s recognition. In the future, she would be able to enter the Sacred Path.

Gong Beixing could not help but click his tongue in amazement. No wonder this was the legendary secret realm of the elves, who had survived the entire ancient era and endured to this day. The magical tide, which divided ages and reshaped the world, was, in the High Priest’s telling, but one of the many disasters they had weathered in their endless years.

Though no one had perished, the situation seemed dire. The man lay on the ground, gasping heavily, unable to move.

"You are now in a mimetic state; your mimicry is your true form. How rare that is!" The Ancient Vine gazed at Wu Wei’s transformation as if beholding a priceless treasure.

Mu Jinxi regarded this with deep disdain. He was no longer the owner of the Peach Blossom Tavern; the management had already been transferred to her. Would it be appropriate for him to continue following her decisions?

If you must blame him... He knew full well that Higuain was Napoli’s best star player, so why didn’t he mark him more closely?

Seeing Qiyang close his eyes again in silent acquiescence, Linger did not hesitate further, placing her fingers on Qiyang’s pulse.

"Mother, don’t worry, I know you would never do such a thing. Go wait with Father over there and let me handle this. But first, tell me clearly—how did you and Father get those slap marks on your faces?" Mu Jinxi forced a smile, suppressing his anger and gentling his tone as much as possible.

That mission took the players a full month to complete. Though the rewards were substantial, it taught many that teleportation arrays were not something that could be casually constructed.

Mu Jinxi was becoming more and more to his liking. He had always disliked those who were overly modest and insincere. Often, people said humble words while secretly feeling superior and looking down on others.