Chapter 56: Then I'll Do It Myself

Then he must be extremely difficult to kill. He’s practically like the leading man in some novels—no matter how much chaos he causes, as long as his aura remains, he can survive even with a hole punched through his chest.

Jiang Huan swept her gaze impassively over the three-story building before her. It didn’t matter; even such an extreme setup hadn’t managed to kill him, so she’d send him off herself. With that thought, her steps grew lighter as she approached the first floor, discovering the door was half open.

When Ye Dong opened the dark yellow wooden box, a rich medicinal fragrance immediately wafted out, spreading through the entire hall in an instant. On Li Zhuanqiao’s wrist, the thin membrane that had stopped him from ‘committing suicide’ began to shift shape, gradually sharpening until its surface gleamed like the edge of a blade.

The people of the Hong family were far too timid; they’d rather watch their kin be slaughtered and only manage to show their rage in their eyes, never daring to drive the Qian family’s crowd out. Truly cowardly.

Sword energy swept forth, eliciting a sharp cry from the dragon carving. The restriction trembled violently, holding out against the sword energy for several breaths before barely managing to withstand it. Yet the dragon carving above Yi Wudao’s head had grown dim; it likely couldn’t endure many more attacks.

Damn it! At a time like this, Lu Da still had the mood to smoke? Fang Shiyi, thoroughly annoyed, snatched the cigarette away, tossed it to the ground, and stomped it out with a fierce glare.

He recalled the encounter with Jin Ye on Lingtuo Island—that enigmatic Jin Ye. The great era of the Divine Domain had only just begun, and already trouble had found him. Wang Hao frowned; he should be in the Mortal Realm now. How could the great struggle of the Divine Domain involve the Mortal Realm?

The white rabbit stared blankly at the dazzling dagger in her hand, nodding woodenly before retreating. Her attention was now wholly captivated by the dagger.

The private room was divided into a dining area and a leisure area, separated by a natural bamboo curtain. This curtain could be drawn aside at will, merging the two spaces into one.

“Thanks, Old Qian, Qiongqi.” Li Zhuanqiao gently brushed his eyes with his right hand.

As he spoke, the yellow-robed strongman had already finished opening the way. With a sweep of his wide sleeves, he vanished into a ripple of distorted air. At the same time, the nine great experts and nine-headed dragons all flew back behind the imperial carriage.

“Wait. You said the monster descended from the sky—did you see what it looked like, or what magic artifacts it used?” Tian Xuanzhi asked cautiously. If the monster appeared in human form, it would at least be of spirit beast caliber.

“Xiao Yi’s strength seems to have jumped again compared to half a month ago. Did he have another stroke of fortune?” Many of the watching students couldn’t help but exclaim, their eyes filled with deep wariness.

The two reporters, moving in sync, each pulled out their phones and avoided each other as they contacted their respective editors.

The bamboo lodge sat atop the mountain, nearly at the highest point. With A Xiu’s status, living there was entirely fitting.

After all, their souls weren’t nearly as strong as Xiao Yi’s; they couldn’t sense the presence of the ghostly beings at all.

Seeing Zhang Yixing finally react, Cheng Shiyuan and Zheng Xiujing, both lacking any sense of loyalty, burst out laughing.

“But if you only want to learn about Yulan Mountain from him, I actually have a good idea—and it’ll solve our previous problem as well,” Mo Yan added.

Moreover, the one who shouted was a white-haired, aged old man, shamelessly calling Chen Xiao ‘big brother’ in full view of the crowd.

Qin Chuan set the fire; the broken bones and bloody mud on the ground crackled and hissed in the flames, finally turning to ash, burned completely clean.