Chapter 66: Rebirth

Although Ma Jinlong did not fully understand the situation, he quickly relayed the order downward. The flute-player’s body sprang up and landed on the back of a black eagle, soaring rapidly towards the forest. Accompanied by a gentle humming sound, the once dazzling silver flying wheel gradually faded, becoming ethereal, and finally vanished into the air altogether.

A while later, within the sealed cave, Su Zheng looked at the Blood Flood King with a forehead full of black lines, while the latter grinned in triumph at Su Zheng, occasionally raising his brows provocatively, which only made Su Zheng more irritated. He was the true disciple of the Dao Law from the Nine Chambers of Treasure Immortals; anyone who could learn from him would surely be a true successor, and might even be qualified to inherit the mantle of the Nine Chambers, thus he could be called a young master of the lineage.

Two terrifying forces collided, immediately whipping up a storm of primordial energy. Ancient trees towering into the sky were swept into the vortex and instantly reduced to dust. The primordial embryo, freed by the demise of the Eight-Eyed Nether King, swiftly burrowed into this massive form. In an instant, flesh and innate power merged, and a mighty aura that shook the Nine Heavens burst through the nine layers of transformation pools, soaring straight into the clouds.

In fact, the undead legion he commanded was not inferior in combat strength to the Night Demon Cavalry. No one expected the Demon Eagle to concede at the last moment, and the spectators considered it cowardice.

Old Ma seemed very satisfied with Han Jiatong’s proposal and agreed at once. I shook my head, thinking we ought to do something meaningful instead. Then I voiced my thoughts to the others.

Didn’t Bo Jin Yan say he had gone abroad or somewhere? Yet he was just at the bar—could he be picking up Red Bean?

The windows upstairs were tightly shut, the room exceptionally soundproof, so no matter how noisy it was below, nothing could be heard above.

I nodded, guessing Wu Yanzu simply wanted to join us in investigating a few matters, so I agreed. After all, he was a Hong Kong policeman; in Hong Kong, there were things only he could handle well.

Ouyang Lian drank a mouthful, but his expression barely changed—neither joy nor anger showed. It felt as if what he drank was plain water, not wine.

Moreover, Wang Yiyang and Zheng Yi had just left the army; they hadn’t yet encountered all kinds of people.

After tidying up, I went to pull up the motionless Pighead lying nearby, grabbed his collar, looked at his face and, unable to bring myself to kiss him, settled for planting a fiery red lipstick mark on his white shirt.

Honestly, though Mi Cha hadn’t been here long, she had a clear idea of what Xiao Xiang and Emperor Xiao Han did daily.

Qiao Yang inhaled the familiar scent of her man, tears flowing uncontrollably. Ignoring the blood on her hands, she clung to Bo Yu Han’s back and wept softly.

Above the grand hall, the princess held Gu Fei Rou’s hand with a kind smile. Around Gu Fei Rou’s neck hung a necklace marking her status.

No wonder Xiao Bei Chen kept staring at her; few men could resist her allure.

Exchanging blood attacks with monsters might kill them, but after each fight, the hunters were left battered. When monsters grew numerous, lives were at risk—how could one level up by training?

Chu Huaizhou sighed imperceptibly. His blood-sacrifice spell formation descended from midair, enveloping everyone.

Her last memory was failing at suicide, being force-fed poison by the demons. Though her mind remained clear, her body was completely out of control.

Empress Zhang had been sitting by the sickbed, persuading Emperor Tang Suzong to pass the throne to Prince Li Xi, when a sudden intrusion startled her.

Fang Xuan muttered to herself, took a deep breath, strode out of Tong’an Alley, and headed towards the southern city.

Ji Yan Ci looked down at Su Qing Yi. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shimmering with flecks of light, and her plump lips bore traces of wine, like a rose about to bloom.

Although Big Brother and Sister-in-law rushed to the capital upon hearing about Qing Wan, as mere local officials, they could do little to change matters in the city.

When Shi Jiu finished sorting everything, it was already afternoon. Unknowingly, half a day had slipped by.

Su Qing Yi seemed oblivious, her brows lowered as her trembling hands slowly opened the brown paper bag, revealing the house contract and check inside.

There would be no more side stories; the next book… will be written well. This one will be treated as experience.

In the decades since the Underworld River was led across, the demons in this deep abyss finally increased by a bit.

“Bi Chou, your future will be safeguarded and planned by me.” He could not admit he still loved her; all he could promise was this sentence.

This was indeed a simple ranking of prodigies, sorted by strength and potential.

Actually, the two had mentioned all this in their letters; trust must be built, conversations had, and hearing each other’s voice felt different.

No one had spoken, yet the voices appeared directly in their minds.