Chapter 69: The Task of Leaving the Sect

Today, Yunxi’s task was to clear a meridian in her lungs—a painstaking endeavor requiring patience and time. By the time she finished her cultivation, evening had already fallen. Yunxi drew a deep breath, instantly feeling her breath flow with unprecedented ease. Satisfied, she was about to store the Celestial Spirit Herb back into her spatial pouch when a voice transmitted directly into her mind.

“Master, the spiritual energy we’d stored before is nearly depleted. You’ll need to seek out a new spiritual vein,” the Celestial Spirit Herb warned.

Yunxi’s hand froze. Wasn’t this goal a little too ambitious for her current abilities?

Though there were many soldiers guarding the rations, the enemy had dared attack even Luoyang itself and showed no fear in facing tens of thousands of elite Wagang troops. Would they really be deterred by a mere escort of grain? In this world, was there any supply convoy that could not be robbed, or dared not be robbed?

“In fact, we could wait a few more days. Once your injuries have fully healed…” Zhao Deyan started to speak but stopped himself.

Xu Zhong hurriedly raised his blade with both hands to parry. There was a tremendous clang as Guan Yu’s Azure Dragon Crescent Blade rebounded, sending Xu Zhong’s warhorse stumbling back several steps, the force shaking both horse and rider.

Since this Bamboo Leaf Green Viper had startled the giant snake away and saved them from the jaws of danger once more, it was clearly a creature of remarkable intelligence. Animals’ innate sense for danger far surpassed that of humans. With this viper around, it could surely help reduce casualties among the warriors to some extent.

“Bang!” Another violent contraction wracked my body, draining every ounce of strength. Limp, I collapsed onto Lige’s lap, fuming with frustration.

Hist referenced five beings because Linley’s split consciousness, in order to avoid suspicion, deliberately adopted the same outward traits as the other four pure energy entities.

Ba Fenghan drew both sword and blade, charging forward like a raging tiger, hot on Yin Xianhe’s heels. Ouyang Xiyi slapped Xu Ziling on the shoulder, stuffed his own wine pouch into Xu’s arms, and darted after them like a flash of lightning. Old Zhou sighed, knelt on the ground, and then forcibly led the trembling Jinhuan Zhen away.

“I would like to be at ease, but some people simply won’t allow it,” Tan Zong sneered upon hearing this, lowering his wine cup in obvious displeasure.

The fragrant rice was remarkable, yet because of the unique soil, it could only be cultivated on a large scale in Kao Mountain Village. Fruit trees, however, were different. Now that Qingshan Factory was expanding, the supply of various raw materials had become extremely tight.

“We can’t even find the arrows, let alone trust you after a simple promise,” Old Jiang sneered.

Of course, Lin Yu couldn’t say these things directly to the other party, but she still found it necessary to hint at them obliquely.

Of all Mongols who served in the Ming dynasty, the most renowned and familiar to later generations were probably the Three Guards of Doyan.

Japan’s medical community stands as the prime example of how “Han prescriptions,” remnants of traditional medicine left overseas, managed to establish their own independent status within the world of medicine.

Lei Tao shrugged and resumed brandishing his arms, forming an unbroken “barrier of lightning.”

Though Zhou Jiao’s face softened with gentleness at Rong’er’s appearance, inside she was filled with loathing. To her, Rong’er was nothing but a bastard of dubious origin, but for the sake of winning the man before her, she had no choice but to swallow her grievances.

On the third-floor corridor, I found the door to the room half-ajar, with Father and Mother Fu’s voices drifting out from within. I moved forward, treading lightly.

At the mention of matters concerning the court and emperor’s reputation, Ma Rihan instantly perked up and bowed. “Grand Preceptor, I do not understand what you mean. Did those aristocratic families damage the court’s image? Please, guide me.” Many officials pricked up their ears, eager to hear Zhang Yang’s explanation.

“By the way, Third Brother, did Gu Jiu Yue ask about me during dinner?” Qin Jian inquired.

Chai Xuan led four people into the residence to meet his father, Chai Liang, a man of about fifty with a square face that gave him an honest, dependable look. Yet, how many merchants were truly honest and sincere?

The beauty of the city is like a phoenix’s rebirth, rising anew from flames—those within long to escape, while those outside yearn to enter.