Chapter 77: Above the Mortal World (Please Subscribe)

Yan Fang sat there, exceedingly nervous. He had never before dined alongside people of status, and the experience sent him into a frenzy of joy, only to be followed by feelings of inadequacy.

“You take the troops and escort these convoys to the barracks. Take part of the supplies and send them to the banquet hall; the rest, distribute to our friends among the elves, the brave Bolivian soldiers, and our own warriors!” Jia Zhengjin commanded.

This man’s name was Zhao Song, the vice principal of Changsheng Martial Arts School, and it was he who had arranged for Ke Qiao and Lu Xiao to transfer to Changsheng. A faint scent lingered on him, just as I had imagined—it was the scent of a mature man.

Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian were delighted to see Wu Song arrive, and Sun Erniang hurriedly ordered the staff to slaughter cattle and sheep. In truth, it was not fair to call him heartless; he simply found it troublesome to be sentimental, for he disliked complications.

Wu Song finished speaking and darted towards the county office. “Oh dear,” he exclaimed, having barely taken ten steps before he collided with a burly man who was also rushing along the road.

In her dream, Walnut seemed to see that broad figure again. Though his hair was white, his face was still full of smiles.

After a long silence, Princess Amy realized her husband hadn’t uttered a word or invited her to rest with him. Unable to resist, she finally raised her head, overcoming her shyness to look his way. She saw him sitting there, his face clouded with worry, not even glancing at her, and a vague discomfort crept into her heart.

Wu Xie was startled at the sight of the coffin inside, but remembering that Meng Li and the others were with him, his fear abated somewhat. He then carefully examined the coffin.

“A scar—it's pitch black. We can’t see it very clearly,” Meng Qiang remarked. Martial artists might see better in the dark than ordinary folk, but at that distance, neither Meng Qiang nor Xing Rui dared to look too closely.

At this moment, You Yishou was somewhat puzzled by the other's intent, though he could sense the deep hatred for Mo Wenbai—and so seized the opportunity to redirect the trouble elsewhere.

Right now, Tao Yifei was sitting in the room’s only chair, her gaze empty as expected—she was lost in thought.

Young people care about their dignity; it’s not really a fault, nor does it harm anyone. If you respect me a little, I’ll respect you a lot; you give me face, I’ll naturally give you face. It’s a simple principle. That’s why, when facing this young man, Bai Jiao was always particularly warm.

Its body had grown larger, its eyes shone brilliantly, and it was so lifelike it was almost indistinguishable from a real giant venomous snake.

“I don’t want to talk to you. If you’re going to attack someone, I’ll attack you.” Shangguan Baiyi couldn’t bear it anymore—what kind of questions were these?

The servants below were startled. The old steward, usually amiable and gentle, had never cursed anyone before.

Glancing back, the corner of his eye caught Bai Jiao earnestly watching in this direction, so he did his best to showcase what he had learned, working even harder.

The plan to lure the snake from its hole was devised by Chen Jiancong; if it worked, all the better, and if not, nothing would be lost. Yet Bai Sui was so calculating that he nearly got bitten by the snake himself—thinking of it still gave him chills.

Afraid she’d have too much free time and recall unhappy memories, Ye Shuli kept pestering Rong Xi to prepare medicine for her.

At first, Shangguan Nian had little reaction, but when she saw her own reflection alongside Xue Ci’s inside, her expression changed.

Qiao Ran finally opened her eyes and met a pair of loving and gentle eyes within her field of vision.

After Lu Yongbing finished speaking, he collapsed. Mu Ling, trembling all over, lowered his head and saw the military insignia in his hand—an insignia he knew all too well, for it was Mu Ling himself who had handed it over in the past.

The man looked at her, his emotions unmoved, but Rong Xi caught a deeply hidden smile in his eyes.

Her fingers landed on her coat; she yanked it off, revealing the nightgown underneath. She had found it too troublesome to change earlier and had simply walked out in her coat. Tossing it aside, Rong Xi made her way to the bed.

“So you still like your junior. Let go of your filthy hands.” Chi Yaoyue felt inexplicably irritable; Ni Huang hadn’t denied his feelings for Rong Xi, which made her feel like a mere substitute, discarded with a few words so that even the Sacred One no longer wanted her.

“Your Highness…” Wei Tie had watched Qi Li evolve into the person he was now. He had seen Qi Li grow up, play and laugh with Mu Ling, finally see his own heart clearly, and little by little, fall in love with Mu Ling.

A Yu didn’t understand what Zhuang Mingtian meant by those words, but the princess, as an observer, heard it plainly.

Mo Fengye narrowed her eyes and looked again at the abyss below. At this moment, she was truly in a state of ethereal transparency, floating above the chasm, surrounded by darkness, unable to see anything but the abyss.

Because the Northern Cavalry had swept into the domain of the Lord of Winter with unstoppable force, it had not yet had a chance to show its might. Before it could flaunt its power before Rao Yue and the others, Han Qiu Ling led a host of martial arts masters to confront it.

The clangor of battle resounded—seven martial artists from the World Association, all besieging Wei Suyao, each sustained a wound to the arm and retreated in pain.

Today, the courtyard had been thoroughly cleaned; most of the packages piled everywhere in previous days had disappeared, and those useless ropes, baskets, and wrappings had been tidied away into the corners. Lan Qianzhen himself was overseeing two personal guards as they counted the last few parcels.

“Nothing gained again today, Jeyn!” a pirate with a scar at the corner of his eye sighed. “Gular, unfortunately, there are no supply ships nearby for us to intercept…” Jeyn replied.

Commander Guan was likewise chilled to the bone by waves of piercing cold, his teeth chattering, yet he forced himself to keep his tone steady.

How could I possibly forget Rahu? As the progenitor of the demon clan, I’m sure Rahu has mingled among the three tribes. But it’s not the three tribes we must guard against—rather, it is the White Tiger Chen Clan and the Vermilion Bird Imperial Clan. To this day, I have yet to discern the true strength of these two clans.

“Let Senior Wuya and the others stay here for now. I plan to go by myself,” Chu Ling said, raising his eyebrow.

Baiyi and Qinglian’s destination lay beyond Water Dragon City. On a hill twenty rods outside the city, a secluded villa stood unmoving, steadfast against wind and rain, day after day, year after year.