Chapter 88: A Bitter Fallout

“Isn’t that easy enough? I’ll do it,” Yan Xuan said, thumping his chest.

“You can cook, brother?”

“Brother Yan can cook?”

Jin Baoer and Xia Wei spoke at the same time, and the others all looked surprised as well.

Yan Xuan rose at once and followed Tang Xueying into the kitchen to take a look around.

Today, after seeing Liu Feng, he had come to believe that the werewolf clan had, in the future, a steadfast ally more reliable than any great power. Though that tyrant was bloodstained and brutal, he did not discriminate against werewolves. Yan Xuan had originally planned to persuade the werewolf clan to ally with Liu Feng after returning, but now it seemed there was no need.

“After being scratched by the Swift Shadow Leopard, the wound is a little troublesome to heal. I’m afraid it will still take a few days before he recovers,” Xuan Zhengtang said with a sigh.

“What a foolish demigod,” Cecilia muttered. She was exasperated. That casual remark had actually uncovered a problem; this demigod truly was an oddity.

The best time to uncover the truth was twenty years before the war. By then, all the accumulated resources would be opened to all humanity in the world. With thousands of years of reserves, everyone would cultivate together. When disaster finally came, who would seize the chance to grow, and who would die in the calamity, would depend on one’s own fortune.

Those who passed by the prime minister’s manor did not die in great numbers. Most were beaten into serious injury and then bound with ropes.

The people of the evil faction really had some skills. No wonder so many cultivators found them troublesome. First, you might not be able to defeat them; second, even if your cultivation was higher, you might still be unable to catch them. In the end, you would only vex yourself.

“Clan secrets? We shamans live in little more than some poor backwater. What secret could we possibly be hiding?” Elder Yin replied through mental transmission, looking somewhat bewildered, clearly not feigning ignorance.

The two elders wore complicated expressions. Looking at the young emperor, they silently moved behind the one from the Western Pass.

In the distance, figures flickered atop the command platform on the meteorite, and then a tall elderly male cultivator floated over through the air. Before he had come close, Ah Huang had already recognized him. He was the old cultivator from the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm, Elder Leng, the very first person Ah Huang had spoken with when he went to Suchong Star years ago.

Celi and Cecilia had originally been covered in wounds, but after absorbing the divine power within the crystal stones, all their injuries had now healed completely. Truly worthy of the undead race.

That explanation suited Empress Dowager Yue very well. She gave a slight nod, and already understood where the problem lay.

Naturally he had heard it as well, and understood the implication in it. A faint, wicked smile touched his lips as he lifted his eyes and caught sight of the blush on her face.

“Mother, this place is inauspicious. Why must you insist on coming here?” Li Gongfu asked as he helped Shi Hui to the mouth of the alley.

Over that month, some had bid farewell to the one they loved, their days like those of a waiting stone, longing each day for a husband’s return, longing for his safety.

“The musicians in the palace may have skills rare as a thousand in ten thousand, but none of them can stir the heart the way your zither does.” When he said these words, his gaze remained fixed and burning on her, making Lan Xin feel somewhat ill at ease.

After the two met again, Ye Shu only then learned from Yan Changlan why, though he had clearly set out for the Spirit Realm first, he had emerged from the great hall later than Ye Shu.

Min Boyan’s brows furrowed slightly. At first, he had intended to keep Old Man Meng in the camp today, so that the old fellow would not have to hide and flee about simply to treat his illness.

On his side, he directly used the True Flame of the Three Suns to protect himself, while commanding the fierce-faced spider scorpion to obey his careful orders. In an instant it burst forth with countless snow-white threads, each one shooting toward a single eye.

The death of Bai Tianyu of the Divine Blade Hall plunged the martial world into chaos for a time. When an old order falls before a new one has emerged, disorder is inevitable. Baoding Prefecture, however, remained fairly calm. Even though this Baoding Prefecture did not belong to her own world, the near-identical streets still brought many things back to mind for Shi Hui.