Chapter 39: Ye Feng Unleashed

"Mom, will you just shut up already!" Su Yiyi called out to Zhao Meiyu, who was still arguing with Wang Meili.

"You wretched girl, how dare you talk to your mother like that! Looks like you’re just asking for trouble!" Zhao Meiyu turned around, her face fierce as she glared at Su Yiyi.

As Zhao Meiyu spun around, her eyes landed on Old Madam Su, whose face was dark and brows tightly furrowed, her gaze even more...

Emperor Mo could not help but sigh inwardly at how relentless the passage of time was. In a blink, sixty years had slipped by, and he too had grown old.

Of course, if someone truly wanted to investigate, how effective it would be was questionable.

"As for Junior Sister Liu, her talents go without saying. Though she still has some shortcomings in cultivation, she more than makes up for it with her swordsmanship and mastery of formations. If she continues to cultivate diligently, she won’t fall much behind us," Yun Tong said with a gentle smile, seemingly satisfied with Changning.

He spoke these words with the tone of old friends on the verge of parting ways. Having spent years living alone and cultivating in the Taigu Sect, he had grown increasingly withdrawn, and when faced with difficulties, the only thing he knew to do was remain calm. And calm he was, even now.

"Intelligence. What we lack most right now is intelligence," Emperor Ming said, his expression suddenly turning grave. "With our current situation, there’s no way we can launch a counterattack against the enemy, but if we had intelligence, it would be a completely different story. The situation would change dramatically." As he finished, a resolute gleam appeared on his face, as if he had made up his mind.

Back when Chen Mingtong was born, she brought with her an oppressive aura from another world, so at that time, everyone—including the man who, on paper, was now listed as her grandfather—felt it.

"Qing’er, you’re always so biased!" Su Zige complained, though his face remained calm and smiling, clearly not blaming Rong Yixia in the least.

"The sooner you have a child, the less you’ll suffer! If you wait until you’re older, I’m afraid your body won’t be able to handle it," Aunt Lin said, though her eyes flickered over to Lin Xiaoxiao, who sat quietly to the side.

On the third-floor terrace, Xu Wuyang and his group immediately opened fire, sweeping the area with rubber bullets. While not lethal, they were enough to incapacitate anyone hit, and in the blink of an eye, every Heilon Society member at the front collapsed to the ground.

"What a good child..." Yan Qing smiled kindly, stroking the top of Rong Yixia’s head, her gaze drifting into the distance.

Inside, both Xiao Jian and Natlanas Quintina were wracked with shock and awe. Xiao Jian was stunned because someone might have come to rescue him, and he was filled with overwhelming relief.

At that moment, Xiao Mei, startled like a frightened rabbit, leapt up and grabbed her own backside—only to realize that the pain was gone.

If they were truly inside the body of some living creature now, then this creature must be even stronger than he had been at his own peak.

The disciples all saw Ling Ke’er being led away by a man who looked like a careless rascal—where was that icy, aloof senior sister of theirs?

The inner demon controlled the black droplet, merging it into Mu Bingqing’s brow. Once inside her body, the droplet shot straight toward her soul.

Mu Huan glanced at him without a word, took a large bag from her backpack, and packed everything from the iron box inside. She carefully checked the box for any hidden compartments, and after confirming there was nowhere else to hide anything, she closed it, put it back in its place, and restored the floor to its original state.

There were at least tens of thousands of disciples in the Frozen Valley. Without the valley master, no one dared step outside; all hid inside their rooms, not daring to come out.

But Lamei knew well that her mistress always had her own plans. She was only a maid—what right did she have to interfere?

The benefit of speaking with clever people is that you don’t need to say much—just a hint, and they understand.

At this moment, Ye Ziyan slowly emerged from behind the door. He stared at the spot where Yu Fu had just vanished, his face dark, and strode over to Nan Shuang’s side.