Chapter 62

It was already too late for Chen Yun to change his stance. Covered in cold sweat and with his heart sinking, he began to panic, fearing he might completely ruin everything here.

She just looked at him quietly, her fingers gently sliding across the pendant for a long while before finally letting go, allowing the pendant to fall back onto Landon's chest.

At this moment, Chen Yun was fast asleep, drool streaming from the corner of his mouth down to the edge of the bed. Exhausted from yesterday's grueling martial arts match, he would not even have been able to walk off the ring and would have had to be carried away had it not been for his sheer tenacity.

After much deliberation, he finally understood why he had surged from the third stage to the fourth stage within just a few days: it was the direct result of frequently mobilizing the warm current within his body over the past few days. This was undoubtedly a twist of fate, allowing Xiao Yao to discover its secret by sheer coincidence.

"Mozhu, what do you want? Don't think we're afraid of you! If you've got the guts, come on then—even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!" Hearing that the newcomer was Mozhu, Haotian instantly flew into a rage, his aura suddenly soaring to its absolute peak as he prepared for a reckless, desperate fight.

"Damn it, what a piece of trash!" In the Thunder Hall's resting area, Yue Huang cursed as he watched Nima making a complete fool of himself on the arena stage.

"Lord Lord." The three of them asked simultaneously, yet their eyes drifted past Landon and wandered toward the kitchen.

Zhou Zhou's lecture was abruptly interrupted by the suddenly erupting celestial phenomenon. He turned his head to look out the window; high above in the vault of heaven, the purple Qi had dissipated, leaving behind a clear and boundless sky.

"Did you attack a member of the Flying Dragon Guild at the school gate before dusk today?" Li Xia asked sternly.

The sudden, command-like voice instantly cleared Meng Ling'er's mind. Only then did she remember that she had fallen off a cliff earlier, and Xiao Yao had plunged downward together with her in a desperate attempt to catch her. After that, she had lost all consciousness.

This was his second time begging Ye Feng to take in the Heavenly Dragon Guild. His earlier proposal to acknowledge him as big brother was actually an attempt to hand the management of the Heavenly Dragon Guild over to Ye Feng.

As the surroundings slowly quieted down, she smiled faintly, pulled out an ink-feather fan from behind her waist, called to her maidservants to return to the estate, and shut the heavy gates. As for herself, she slowly paced step by step toward the firewood shed in the back courtyard.

Without a doubt, their hearts were tempted. They wanted to do the exact same thing—it was something they had dreamed of doing for a very long, long time.

"Consider yourself clever." Bai Ruxue allowed Lin Feng's large hand to hold hers as she walked up the steps.

Normally, if it were an ordinary injury, the true Qi within the body would circulate on its own and slowly heal the wounds.

Unfortunately, Su Jiaohan was busy with something unknown and failed to see Sun Mo's message in time. Seeing that there was no reply, Sun Mo suppressed her inner excitement, wishing she could post a message on Weibo to promote Nan Shu with all her might.

His clothes were wrinkled and his white hair fluttered messily like straw, while his cheeks were smeared with black grime. His entire appearance looked as though he had been thoroughly ravaged.

His previous encounter with the Crown Prince deep in the mountains had already given him quite a headache and kept him constantly on tenterhooks. Yin Huai'an was deeply worried about Shen Yuan's safety, always feeling that keeping her trapped in the brothel was no long-term solution, yet he found it hard to ask her to move in with him permanently. The more such moments arose, the more he wished Shen涵 could be transferred back to the capital to properly protect their younger sister.

In full view of everyone, Lu Yishuang also felt a bit awkward. She straightened the straps of his backpack and whispered, "Safety first, preserving your life is what matters most! Ignore all that nonsense about dying for your country—stay alive if you can! Only by staying alive is there any hope!"

"Perhaps you haven't truly met someone as arrogant as me before, but I'm sorry, you're seeing it today. And I can also tell you clearly: having money really does let you do whatever you want."

Eating salted vegetables every single day was indeed a bit hard to swallow. There was still a little wine left at home, but with no dishes to go with it, drinking the wine lost all its flavor.

In the back courtyard, there must have been tens of thousands of arrows either snapped and scattered or deeply embedded into the ground.

Yet this was impossible. After all, he had exposed the scam and walked away with the grand prize; with so many onlookers present at the time, it was impossible for him to be overlooked. The only explanation for this eerie calm was that someone had dealt with the matter privately behind the scenes.

"Hmph! Do these fellows really ignore our existence just like that? I reckon even if this fairy pill can't be eaten, just taking it out to sniff it every now and then could prolong one's life! Senior Brother, won't you go and snatch that fairy pill for me?" Guo'er said with a thoroughly defiant expression.

It seemed she couldn't rely solely on herself; she had to find a man, but he definitely couldn't be anything like her husband Zhuanzi.

As for Six-Fingers, his role beside Empress Yue was that of an imperial guard—a first-rank imperial guard and one of Empress Yue's personal attendants, serving by her side year-round.

He even spoke of matters that were better left unsaid, such as how he had disliked the highly capable Emperor Xuanzong right from the very beginning.

"The Shadows of the Empire—the rebel army we came to Southern Commandery to find, yet could never manage to locate," said Riva, though he didn't seem particularly surprised.

She blankly lifted her gaze, seeing a blood-drenched wrist suspended right before her eyes, while she sensed a faint, metallic, and sweet taste lingering in her mouth.

Lin Hao and the others were astonished to learn that Jiang Ning had experienced so many events in just a single day and night, even crossing paths with several of the most prominent factions on the Immortal Cultivation World's leaderboards.