Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Seal Is Lifted

On Xinglin Peak of the Azure Jade Gate, a disheveled figure clad in loose, baggy clothes was frantically stuffing items into a treasure pouch. When Chu Yi arrived, yawning to wake Lin He, this was the scene he encountered—a bandit greedily looting valuables. Rubbing his eyes, Chu Yi said, “Has Immortal Lin He been possessed by a robber?”

Lin He, looking slovenly, didn’t even glance up. “Come help me pack my things. Last night Kong Mingzi sent a message—Ling Xiaozi is about to kick the bucket.”

Chu Yi was momentarily stunned, then rushed to Lin He’s side, deftly tossing medicine bottles into the pouch, all the while hurriedly asking what had happened to Ling Xiaozi.

“How should I know? I was half asleep when I suddenly got a voice transmission. I can’t remember the details…”

A brilliant light burst forth from the Exquisite Lantern, a blinding bolt splitting the skies. From the lantern surged an overwhelming thunder, taking the form of a colossal dragon that roared toward the mountainside in a fury.

Perhaps it was the habit she’d developed at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs’ Translation Department—clocking in and out on time—so even here, she still left work punctually.

Suddenly, the deafening sound of war drums reverberated all around. Next came earth-shattering shouts and cries of battle, piercing the night and swallowing all other sounds between heaven and earth.

The two drove back in silence, as though a romance had come to its end—nothing left to say, only tears falling in streams.

Wu Shen and Ming Xuan exchanged a look, then once more unleashed a powerful assault against the Netherworld Ghost Tiger. Tang Wei was no exception—he too performed a formidable martial art.

Thunderous applause erupted at the scene. The students wanted not only to learn his knowledge of traditional medicine, but also to absorb his attitude and experience on the road to success.

“Let’s go outside and talk,” Fei Quan said—not loudly, but with a force that brooked no refusal.

Once everyone had gathered, she recounted everything Lin Zhiyuan had said, along with her own observations, to Granny Cheng.

Wei Wuji nodded with a smile, said nothing more, cupped his fists in salute, and walked up the stone path toward the summit of Jade Soul Peak.

“Could he be refining… a mid-grade divine elixir?” Ye Feng exclaimed in astonishment, glancing at the other three. If Nicolai really succeeded, there would be no doubt he’d take the championship.

“Now that we’ve met, you must keep your promise from years ago and teach me martial arts,” Chen Ying said to the evil spirit, excitement sparkling on her face.

Just as the Persian cat pounced, the snarling Mao Ge charged straight at it, showing not the slightest intention of retreating.

He braced his legs firmly on the Life-and-Death Platform, as immovable as a mountain, and no matter how fierce the current, it could not sweep him away. Yet even so, the surging water left his mind in utter chaos.

Nothing fell on anyone, but when the crowd peered inside, it was indeed a stone chamber. Eagerly, someone entered, for one glance revealed the whole room—there was nothing to fear.

Chen Hao still placed great trust in Old Master Li. Besides, there was no way to hide this matter from him, so he might as well admit it openly and save himself the trouble.

“Damn! Why is there a big-headed Fuwa doll hidden in this coffin!” Fatty Qu blurted out.

From these investigations, Hwarang concluded the killer hadn’t entered the courtyard, but had likely hidden somewhere and struck in a single blow.

Even without using the Primal Unity Sword, Long Ling had, by virtue of his formidable martial skills alone, forced Long Chen to unleash his ninth-rank Qi Sovereign power. And that was only because Long Chen was already a Qi Saint. With such technique, even a newly advanced Qi Lord would have struggled to withstand him.

The vast, azure waves stretched on and on. The deeper Yuan Hong went, the more he realized the immensity of it all—the water-attribute spiritual energy here was outrageously dense. He even suspected, and rightly so, that this body of water was a true paradise.

He glanced at the software on the computer screen, opened the arcade emulator, and began to play.

Meanwhile, in the capital, Tang Yixin was startled awake by the sudden ringing of the phone. Her roommate, Guli Nazha, was also roused from sleep.