Chapter 122: Consumed by Jealousy

"Not at all, this is a joyous occasion, and I would like to share in the good fortune," Wei Zongjin replied with a smile.

As he spoke, he glanced at Yun Xi. The arrogance and complacency he had previously held had long since vanished; it was clear that Yun Xi was simply the better of the two.

Hoping to ease the awkwardness, Zong Hao asked, "How long has Zong Yu been in seclusion?"

"He has been in seclusion for ten days now, preparing to break through to the eighth level of Qi Refining."

"Then he is not far from the ninth level."

Jiang Qiansong felt incredibly awkward and had no idea how to handle the situation. Having never encountered such a thing before, he was at a complete loss and could only let Murong Qianxue lean against his shoulder.

"When soldiers come, use a general to block; when water comes, use earth to cover!" Lin Chen’s hand trembled as he gripped his Ice Blade, a sign of his growing excitement for the coming battle.

"Since you are so enthusiastic, Brother Jiannan, it would be rude of me to refuse you. Let’s make it 100 medium-grade spirit stones!" Liu Feng feigned a look of heartache.

A moment later, palace attendants carrying trays filed in, approaching the four tables one by one to set down the dishes.

Ahead lay several diverging paths, all leading in different directions. A slight smirk touched the corner of Liu Feng’s mouth—perfect, this would be enough to stall it.

The martial artists in the crowd deemed themselves no match for the man in green robes, but they figured the wealthy merchant in white was another matter. At a glance, Xiao Qingchen did not look like a martial artist, making him an easy target. They couldn't bully the tough nuts, but they could certainly squeeze the soft ones.

"Mother said it was because you had a nightmare during your nap. What did you dream of?" Zhen Yang pulled her over, making her sit in front of him. For Zhang Zijing to immediately go and consult a master, the dream must have deeply unsettled her.

Healing with the blood of a parent... If a disease could truly be cured by having a prince or princess shed a little blood, why would the Imperial Preceptor have kept it hidden, stalling time and again?

"When was he selected to be an intelligence agent?" Xiao Bo asked. Intelligence operations were not under his purview; they were managed by the Gandharva of the Eight Legions.

Yet, precisely because of this, the entire vanguard of several dozen men remained on the Tianheng Continent. The death of Dead Water was like a war drum, awakening every cultivator across the land.

Silence filled his ears, and chaos clouded his vision. He could feel nothing, hear nothing, and see nothing. It was as if he had been abandoned by the entire world; there was no time, no movement.

Muttering to himself, Feng Jian’s body trembled slightly, whether from rage or lingering fear. Blood flowed continuously from his arm—it seemed that in the recent clash, Feng Jian had not only lost his ancient zither but had also been severely wounded.

As the Fire Spirit Bead spun, the flames of the sea of fire surged toward it, absorbed into its core.

Beside her, Qing Yue’s eyes suddenly lit up upon hearing this. Had she just stumbled upon a scandalous secret?

"Then hurry up and tell us what you actually want to do! What karma are you trying to settle? Can you stop playing coy?" the fatty said impatiently from the side.

"..." It really was true. In fact, I felt like I was on the verge of losing my mind myself. If Gong Ming hadn't been by my side this time, I probably would have ruined everything.

Zhang Yan’s raw strength and attack power were already formidable; combined with the Heaven-Sprinting Movement Technique, his prowess would increase by a massive margin. Xing Hun was now somewhat relieved that he hadn't gone out to fight Zhang Yan, for the current Zhang Yan was someone he simply could not defeat.

Learning that Han Lin had snuck into the Xue residence at night, used unfathomable methods to save Xue Zhong, and proven that the Qingxuan Pill would not kill Xue Bao, the shock felt by the leaders of the Xiao family reached an insurmountable peak.

Upon hearing this, the other two shadows seemed to have no intention of speaking at all; they remained with their eyes closed, sitting cross-legged as if everything around them—and everything happening in the square outside—had nothing to do with them.