Chapter Thirty-One: The Forgiving Duo

The next day, Ling Qiqi and Cheng Yu, who had slept like logs, didn't wake up until noon, roused only by the rumbling hunger in their bellies.

“So hungry…” Cheng Yu muttered, rolling out of bed and slipping on his shoes, ready to search for something to eat.

It seemed Chi Xiaoxiao had risen early. She picked up a small stool and was sitting in the courtyard, eyes closed, basking in the sunlight. Her handsome little face glowed so brightly in the midday sun that Cheng Yu was momentarily blinded.

“Why are you sunbathing at noon? Aren’t you hot?” Cheng Yu shielded his eyes with his hand as he called out to Chi Xiaoxiao in the courtyard.

Chi Xiaoxiao opened her eyes and replied mysteriously, “I’m absorbing the essence of daylight.”

Who would have thought this little rascal could recharge herself with solar energy?

But for Wen Xin to help Xian'er remove these hidden dangers, it would inevitably involve many others. After all, those daring enough to act as enforcers in these times certainly had powerful backing! That’s why Wen Xin was keen to understand the top martial artists and the power dynamics in Qingshi Town.

Long Luo saw that the internal world of the Demon Removal List had collapsed, with the golden tree now wilted and the radiant seven-colored orb dimmed. Long Luo truly had no idea how to repair the Demon Removal List. Since it was caused by the Holy Lord, he figured the Lord should fix it.

Coming from the Realm of Death to this world was no easy feat for them, but leaving this world to return was not difficult at all.

For the Jianghai Martial Alliance, it was crucial—Xiao Yunfei could not allow any mistakes. The most qualified to act were himself as the leader, and Luo Yumei, the only one to reach the stage of internal force mastery.

“Enough with the nonsense. We, Lianjue, are here to visit. Notify Annie to come out immediately,” one of the faction leaders demanded arrogantly.

The middle-aged man was clearly frightened by Li Jiang’s tactics, yet he was commendably quick-witted. Failing his attack, he immediately turned and rushed out of the hall.

Lu Xuan seemed half understanding, nodding and shaking his head, leaving Ren Zhonglong thoroughly bewildered.

Yuan Feng said, “Yuan Jing, don’t blame Chen’er. He’s young and spirited, and learning at Yunqi Sect—it’s natural for him to be a bit brash.”

“Ha! How bold,” Situ Jian sneered, then released a powerful aura of the first stage of the Xuan King realm, a wave of energy radiating from him in all directions.

Yang Xu raised his hand in a gesture, his voice ringing out, “No need for formalities!” The arrangement of the officials mimicked the order of imperial court, inflating one’s sense of power to the extreme, like all things bowing beneath one’s feet, an addictive sensation.

Watching the basketball slip through the net, Lan Duo still looked bewildered, unable to grasp how Cui Kexin had slipped past his defense and scored behind him.

“As long as you don’t use your magic, there’s absolutely no problem. You won’t be discovered,” Elina said confidently.

Riona, like Eve’s child, no matter how foolish her child acted, always showed gentle understanding and patience as a mother.

It was simply a matter of projecting a strand of spiritual consciousness, deducing the location of Silver’s forehead, and firing accordingly.

Sun Fei walked back to his dormitory, which was on the second floor and required passing through a rather long corridor. It was odd—the sky was already dark, the corridor pitch black with no lights on, and the doors to the dorm rooms on either side were all closed.

Indeed, with a focused mind, a vibrant valley filled with blooming flowers faintly appeared in his thoughts. Birds sang and flowers blossomed, peach trees everywhere; it truly resembled the ancient mountain village we had visited before.

Shi Zi personally drafted the designs, astonishing the master tailors at the Splendid Robe Shop. Shi Zi’s styles were innovative, each line clear and precise.

I grabbed the rock without hesitation, climbing upward. The vines above were thin, sometimes cold, sometimes hot. I couldn’t help but look up—the peak seemed endless, as if my journey was still a long way off.

“Then come with me,” Yin suggested. Since you don’t know where you’re going, why not follow me?

In an instant, two vast wings of dark flame unfurled to their full span, unleashing a barrage of dark red projectiles, shooting toward the first oppressive Taiji diagram that charged forward.