Chapter 31: Mastery of the Splitting Sky Palm

Seeing Sixth Master rise to leave, I dared not linger and hurriedly tiptoed back to my own room.

As for what constitutes leisure during a mission, it is, of course, when the Grand Dao System assigns him a journeying task, or when he must travel through the vast wilderness for certain missions. Indeed, Wu Di had just given him a task to roam the wilderness for ten thousand years, and barely a few decades had passed before he arrived.

Xu Yucang, still puzzled, glanced at his younger brother, asking silently: What’s going on? Why has the Second Prince come?

Currently, the closest to him was the Enlightenment Tea Tree. Since the Multiracial Battlefield at the House of Oddities was temporarily closed, he could only scheme atop the Immortal Mountain.

As the second watch of the night approached, Huang the Cripple knew that traveling through mountain paths at night was impractical. So, he led us to an abandoned shelter left by a ginseng digger, preparing to spend the night in the forest.

Her mouth was pried open, forcing her to drink purified water and chew something to cleanse her breath. It tasted good! She gulped it down.

The morning court session had just ended, and all officials were in their respective offices handling affairs, save for Chancellor Lin Qian, who was reviewing memorials in the administrative chamber beside the Qianyuan Hall.

Only the voice was heard, not the person; Dongfang Qiming once again felt the vastness of the martial world. Ranked fifth on the Wind and Cloud List, he couldn’t even sense the newcomer’s presence—a truly ridiculous situation.

Since discovering the cycle of reincarnation within himself, Duan De had roamed the land, digging for secrets and seeking answers. Unexpectedly, he sensed a familiar aura from Mo Ling’s body.

Marniula’s expression was grave; the sharp teeth at her lips seemed to have banished her usual irreverent smile.

She still harbored a trace of hope. When she opened her eyes at dawn, Huo Chen lay beside her pillow as always. Nothing had changed, as if it had all been a dream.

“It’s you! I’ve met my benefactor!” Qi Zun and Qi Xian, upon seeing Xu Hong, were momentarily stunned, then quickly bowed respectfully to him.

This “Heavenly Extreme Light” was most peculiar. Before it appeared, the world around was clearly daytime—though somewhat gloomy, it was not at all dim.

“What kind of person are you?” Bai Mo Yan frowned deeply, refusing to answer Wen Zi Mo’s question. He knew Ji Chen and possessed his portrait. What was their relationship?

“Enough, we’ll do as you say! One for each!” Xu Hong spoke, and naturally Long Yang had no reason to insist further.

Ke’er smiled indifferently, glanced at her with a hint of arrogance that instantly overshadowed Ma Yiran. The distance between them became clear, and some onlookers began to point at Ma Yiran, commenting on her lack of manners.

Shen Yunyou’s smile toward the emperor had been seen by all. Now the prince was smiling as well—what was happening?

The “Great Sun Tathagata Body Cultivation Scripture” was merely one branch of the temple’s treasured “Great Sun Tathagata Sutra.”

“Susu, with things as they are, you still want to come back? I don’t care; I want you to leave here immediately!” With that, Ou Shaoxun stepped forward, attempting to restrain Qin Susu.

At eight-thirty in the morning, the East and West streets of North Avenue were lined with a long queue. At the head sat Ye Chen, a young man hailed as a divine physician, meticulously diagnosing and prescribing for the members of these meatball troupes.

Mu Sanqian knew how formidable Donghuang Taiyi was; he had known since the Dragon’s Lair ten years ago. Now, after a decade, he was truly curious about Donghuang Taiyi’s current cultivation.

All around was pitch black, save for faint light seeping through the door crack. The distant sound of a chainsaw slicing, paired with the cold wind rattling the window, made the atmosphere eerily strange.

Over the past month, he had only seen the prince being coaxed by the caretaker to sweep fallen leaves back and forth, never noticing any particular skill in the caretaker.

Ye Tianxun’s expression was icy. Lu He’s ability to argue was extraordinary; those unfamiliar with his true nature among the Celestial Army would surely believe him.

On the other side, Long Shu forcefully pinched Mu Sanqian’s chin to make him open his mouth, then pierced the acupuncture point with a silver needle.

Wang Mingyang felt a surge of warmth in his heart; he hadn’t expected to be so thoroughly understood by none other than Su Shiyu, Lord Su.

Upon hearing Qin Shou’s words, Yao Jing’s last lingering doubt was dispelled; her nose tingled and her eyes grew moist. Her impression of Qin Shou was instantly elevated from reclusive master to healer devoted to saving lives.

Along these layered mountain paths, many other sects’ sages and masters stopped disciples seeking entry, asking about their spiritual index and whether they wished to join their sect.

“Well, speak up! When did you become so hesitant?” Li Huo could not fathom why the steward always hid things, refusing to share what he knew.

If it was the latter, then the path of cultivation would become the forked road described by the caretaker; even if it was perfect, he could not walk both paths at once.

Though reborn, and knowing that the event would not occur for another ten years, Zhou Yu still felt anxious as the White Crocodile Cliff drew near. In his current situation, he knew he had no room for hesitation and could only steel himself to head toward the cliff.

Not only the Four-Eared Demons established settlements by the sorrowful mountain range; leaving Equality Village and heading south along the mountain’s edge for a few miles, there was a vast swamp, shrouded year-round in poisonous miasma, often frequented by venomous toads, canine crocodiles, and flower pythons.

A true nine-star pill bore markings that resembled lifelike dragons, vivid and brimming with endless mystery.

Howling! Seven or eight black tornadoes erupted from the flags, their fierce aura sweeping past, shattering ice crystals in their wake. The black winds rushed in, instantly engulfing Yu Manxue.

“Who are you, what are you doing here, and how does this concern you?” The bearded man spoke bluntly; clearly, anyone who spoke up for Zhou Yu would be implicated.

Ye Bai understood this was sword energy, but merely from a mortal sword. Mortal swords kill with sword energy; spirit swords rely on sword intent. The meager spiritual energy Ye Bai cultivated today was instantly depleted, unable even to condense a trace of sword energy.