Chapter 117: Making Amends-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

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The moment Yun Xi saw those words, she stopped in her tracks.

Passing Clouds Like Smoke: Senior, what should I do? There is a Nascent Soul Lord in the city now, and I am afraid my actions might alert them.

Yun Xi was tempted. She wanted to enlarge her spatial realm instead of being confined to a mere hundred square meters.

Immortal Radiance: This is rather troublesome. Once a powerful cultivator learns of this space, it will be difficult for you to take it away.

Yun Xi immediately lost heart. She could see that—

Li Mo met his gaze and smiled as well, his smile brilliant. “Senior Bai, you truly are an upright and honorable man. But I really do not know who that demonic cultivator is. He wanted to kill me, and my cultivation is so weak. I am genuinely worried. I only hope that Senior can capture and kill him soon.”

He coughed once more, and an elderly white-haired servant entered, leading two burly men who were struggling to carry an enormous box.

At the same time, in a desolate wilderness west of Myriad Races Peak City, inside a cavern that had been carved out of the mountains and was filled with dense gray evil energy, the crimson eyes of the Evil Emperor of Demonic Flames, wrapped in gray mist, suddenly lifted toward the distant sky. In a dark and sinister voice, he said—

Qingyun Zi was in an even more wretched state. Blood continued to pour from his mouth, while cracks had appeared in the jade seal above his head. It seemed to have reached its limit. Strangely, several gray patterns of the Dao had suddenly appeared upon the seal, as though they contained the supreme Great Dao.

Even when he smiled, it was a helpless, desolate, and anguished smile—a smile more sorrowful than tears.

Sure enough, a leopard could not change its spots. The old man managed to behave properly for only a moment before stretching out his legs and resuming his beggar’s stall.

This time, Tang Fan wrapped the long towel tightly around his waist. He believed that as long as he avoided any strenuous movement, it would not fall off.

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The source of the three people’s suffering for all these years lay right before them. Both Kanzaki and Stiyl were desperately racking their brains for a way to eliminate it.

At such close range, Ji Lingsheng’s body surface produced a thin layer of spiritual energy for self-defense. The blood-red ghost, however, grew excited. It opened its mouth and bit down, swallowing the entire mass of spiritual energy in one gulp. There was no wound, yet Ji Lingsheng suddenly felt weak, as though his vital essence, spirit, and energy were all being devoured.

The rain here was truly heavy, as if it intended to fall without end. Xie Fanjing tied up her hair, and splashes of water sprayed through the window lattice onto her face, damp and light as mist.

Du Luo slowly curved her lips into a smile as lovely as a blooming flower. “I have always found it strange. The way you look at us, the way you look at everything in this world—it is always so strange, as though a person were looking at ants on the ground.”

“Very well. General Chu, please return and await further news. On the night of the banquet, we will have to rely on your men to capture everyone around that Angel Prince. They are only around the third rank, so using mental toxins on them would be a waste. We will therefore have to trouble you to deal with them,” Doctor Yuan said.

“Do not worry. Those humans would never kill the unicorns outright. Ryan helped the unicorns greatly last time, and this time he is once again trying to save an innocent life. I believe the unicorns will be more than willing to intervene.” Wolf nodded as he spoke.

Although this chili oil required no particular skill to make, he wanted to keep its secret for as long as possible—at least until Duckling Country Kitchen had established its reputation and people began trying to imitate it.

In a few more years, once even the capital knew of Chen Family Village, perhaps the Chen clan of Yingchuan would send people to acknowledge their ancestral ties.

Along the way, unlike Ye Shi and Qian Yan, who remained silent, Chen Jixing seemed quite cheerful. That was understandable. For Ye Shi, this trip meant returning to establish rules and endure the cold looks of others.

Ye Feng had bought plenty of pastries from shops outside, but none had ever looked as appealing as these. He only wondered how they tasted.

Imperial Physician Zhong was the first to react. He rushed forward, hoping to save the empress, but it was already too late. The empress had been determined to die and had used all her strength. The sharp blade had nearly severed half her neck, and the blood would not stop flowing.

Li Guanghan lowered his head and examined the rectangular stone threshold beneath the stone gate. He discovered a deep crack across its surface. Working together with Chen Aili, he broke off the threshold and removed half of it, revealing half of a dark, hollow cavity suspended in midair. He used a shovel to widen and deepen the cavity, leaving half of the stone gate hanging unsupported.

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Qin Xuehua was holding a sickle and wearing a floral blouse, her hair casually tied behind her head. She looked as though she was about to go out.

Each of these skeletons carried a different weapon. The most common were crossbows capable of piercing armor. Such weapons posed no threat to high-level cultivators, but to disciples in the Qi Condensation realm, they would amount to a terrible massacre.

Lin Yao’s reputation was simply too formidable, causing many disciples to refuse to acknowledge Tang Ming, the newly appointed captain.

After White Cat and Lu Chen exchanged information, White Cat severed the communication and lowered his head to look at Chen Longxiang, who was still unconscious. A flicker passed through his eyes.

After Ye Chuan and Xue Qin returned home, Xue Qin remained in low spirits. It was unclear whether she was troubled by the indifference her family had shown her that day or worried about Xue Jian’an’s health.

Zhang Qingyun said nothing. He picked up the pistol, pulled back the slide to chamber a round, and raised the muzzle toward the man’s head.

In the eyes of a true elite family, Liu Rongcheng was nothing more than a nouveau riche. Thus, among high society, he was known by an inelegant nickname: the First Nouveau Riche of Nanjiang.

“All right, but you do not need to give me too much. As long as I can use this thing, that will be enough. Do not let it affect your own cultivation.” Chen Ming was deeply concerned that Qin Hongyue might transfer her entire Emperor-level cultivation to him.

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