Chapter Fifty-Nine: For Now, Not Foes

The ones approaching from the side were none other than Lin Fang and his companions. Yet, since they had come of their own accord to the official base, it was clear they hadn’t come to stir up trouble.

Jiang Huan handed the car keys to Xiao Fang, telling him to take the vehicle for a spin and think things over carefully. She herself waved her hand toward the restaurant. “It’s cold outside. Why not go in and have something hot to warm up?”

Lin Fang had no objections and followed Jiang Huan into the restaurant. He showed no particular emotion, but those accompanying him were visibly surprised.

Xu Zhi mounted his fine steed, clasped his hands in salute to He Mengjiao behind him, and called out, “General He, please return. I will fulfill the tasks you’ve entrusted to me!” With that, he led An and Xue, urging their horses onward, galloping out from the Longmen Warehouse camp and heading toward the southern willow forest.

Su Wan nodded lightly. Xiyang spoke so assuredly; there must be reason behind it. In this, she felt Xun Yi and Xiyang were quite alike—both willing to take responsibility, giving others a sense of reliability.

Seeing Tuoba Feiya heading toward the dormitory door, Murong Yifeng was about to follow when a sudden gust slammed the door shut with a bang.

It was better not to say anything further; after all, words would serve little purpose. The key was not to go overboard, so Zhou Quan simply accepted and enjoyed the warm hospitality of his brother-in-law’s family.

The demon sword flashed instantly. Lu Fei struck out with his palm, but the sword evaded him directly, relentless in its pursuit to pierce Lu Fei’s brow.

Qiqi was certainly not seeking information. Leaving the main hall, and knowing no one followed, she hurried toward the distant dormitory.

Li Zhen saw that Zhu Wen neither spoke nor returned his gesture, so he ordered the shopkeeper be executed on the spot. An executioner stepped forward, drew his waist knife, and with a single swing, the shopkeeper was beheaded without even a groan. The gathered townsfolk recoiled in shock and horror.

Liao Chen immediately understood Xu Zhi’s intent. He saw that the foremost war chariot was only a dozen steps away. Using the move “Great Roc Spreads Its Wings,” he leaped atop the tall human wall, pouncing toward the lead chariot. The armored soldier atop looked up and saw someone swooping down like a hawk, hastily firing arrows at him.

The next morning, he watched his master depart with the two senior sisters flying on their swords, feeling an infinite desolation in his heart.

“It’s truly hard on you…” Yu Chan felt a stirring within, wishing fervently she could step forward and embrace him.

Soul Transfer is the act of temporarily moving a cultivator’s soul out of the flesh, placing it within a certain vessel.

In truth, only a little more than three minutes had passed since the fight began, but due to their disadvantage in numbers, the urgency was palpable. The more anxious they became, the more mistakes appeared, heightening the danger and making time seem to stretch endlessly.

The owner of Herbal Fragrance Residence is the renowned Chinese physician Li Heqian, who has lived in Korea for over twenty years.

Thinking of how he reclaimed Ye Qian, Liu Changfeng’s lips curled into a smile. Alas, his features were so sharp—hawk-like eyes, wolfish gaze, thin lips—that even his smile appeared sinister.

The magpie spread its wings and flew into the house. As it passed the window, a flash of light burst from its body, and the bottle on the table cracked with a crisp “snap.”

Yu Miao-miao was momentarily stunned, only then remembering that no one else knew she had once been a fish.

With a howl, the venomous wolf rolled on the ground, shaking its dizzy head, then charged in another direction. The white tiger leapt, its blade slashing in fury and landing squarely on the wolf’s neck. With a sickening sound, a blood-soaked wolf’s head rolled to the floor, and the wolf’s body collapsed in unwilling defeat.

Meng Fan had never aspired to immortality, but he thought that if he could reach the Golden Core within a year, perhaps those in the Ye family would no longer be his match.

The man who had just berated Xiao Yunfei blushed deeply, astonished in his heart. Xiao Yunfei’s words were entirely correct—not only last night, but the previous nights as well. Was it possible that from now on, he truly would become incapable of lasting?