Chapter 115: The Demon-Subduing Lord from the Heavens, the God of Tai Sui upon the Earth

Fragments of stone burst inward like a torrential downpour, the walls shattering with a thunderous crash, dust swirling thickly like a dense fog. Bai Yujing stood in the corridor, showing no intention of intervening to help Afulin.

With that person’s strength, she could hold on for a while longer. At the very least, she could endure until he easily dealt with the enemies before him.

“Saron is truly impatient, but I like his fighting style,” Kyle’s voice was light, as casual as an afternoon chat, his azure eyes curving like crescent moons.

When Zhuo Ling opened her eyes again, what she saw was He Nanxi’s anxious face and clear, bright eyes. He spread his arms wide and embraced her tightly. He feared that childhood nightmare—his only shadow of dread that had haunted him all his life.

Though he possessed the talent, he was not the most suitable choice. He knew himself too well; he was simply not fit for it.

Lu Zhanyan pinched the bridge of his nose, unwilling to pay any more attention to the news reports. Yet his hand gripping the water cup showed knuckles tinged with a pale bluish-white.

“I like you,” Bai Tongtong said unexpectedly. She lifted her head, her expression earnest, even Gao Ze was taken aback.

“I just arrived as well. I’ve seen you for a long time and wanted to greet you, but you seemed busy, so I didn’t approach,” Wang Yuejie said, and Su Nan responded with a nod.

The pure moonlight spilled over the large slabs of bluestone, serene and ancient. A few soldiers leaned against each other in the shadows, resting wearily against the city wall. Even as Mo Yiyue passed by, they remained utterly unaware.

Isn’t it supposed to be sorry? Then why continue to torment her? Doesn’t she know her leg is injured? Why does the torment persist? Shouldn’t she be working by now? Why is there still time to torment her?

Qin Yihuai opened the envelope and glanced inside; the first two large characters glaring at him from the paper caught his attention immediately.

Fortunately, Qin Ming risked his life to ‘drain’ the spiritual liquid lake left by the Hundred Flowers Palace. Had he relied solely on refining pills and cultivating herbs himself to accumulate so much energy, who knew how long it would have taken—perhaps until the end of time.

“Hao Xuan, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault for not listening to you, causing you to suffer as well. Shi Ya feels deeply uneasy,” Liu Shi Ya said with a face full of guilt, softly sobbing.

Li Guoxing stared at Xiang Wei and demanded, “Who exactly are you?” Her identity seemed complicated; no one knew what she had been before.

At that moment, a radiant light flashed suddenly beside her, and a graceful silhouette appeared. Just as Cheng Tianjiao, sensing something, was about to turn, a slender jade finger lightly tapped her forehead.

“Are you still going to demand money?” The old beggar said deliberately, knowing full well that Wan Qi Yang would never do that.

“Alright then, how far is your Purple Feather Palace sect? Is it an artifact forging power?” Zi Yun also had a general understanding of the sect structures on the cultivation continent, though some aspects might have changed over the millennia, no one could say for sure.

Hearing her speak this way, Er Niang found it reasonable, so whenever she handled family matters, she would call Xue Jian to listen in.

“Forget it, seal the poison first!” Jun Lin thought to himself, raising his hand to help Lin Qingyu up and suppress the poison coursing through her body.

“It’s really me. Your master is fine now. I’ve come to save you,” Zi Yun began to purge the poison and heal her wounds. She also gave her an antidote pill, then cleared the meridians in her body again, and took a pill to restore her true energy herself.

It was for this very reason they had this mission—they had come here to eliminate the source of the demonic energy and restore everything to its original state.

Deep in the night, the person in his arms was utterly exhausted, asleep, but seemed to be having a troubling dream. Her brows were furrowed, and she sighed from time to time.

No news of battles came from the border, and the refugees gradually dispersed. The Zhou family had long since left for Qingzhou. After a month of recuperation in peace, the crown prince’s concubine had also decided to return to the capital.