59 Butterfly (23)

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“As expected, it’s a fake!” Seeing this scene, Soga muttered coldly, lifting his head to look around. This time, however, the polar bear fell silent. It simply toppled backward and fainted cleanly away.

A slightly frail-looking youth, carrying a sack of flatbreads, timidly appeared at the entrance of the most famous Tongfu Inn in Lanzhou Prefecture. The attendant at the door glanced at his shoes and hat, quickly judging that this young man probably didn’t have enough silver in his purse to pay for even a single night’s lodging.

So, the married couple bustled about in front of Liu Ying’er like figures in a lantern show, praising Yang Feng with every word.

Luo Wei’s awkward chuckle could not hide his anxiety, and Yuan Feng felt something was amiss. Peering through the gap in the carriage canopy at the driver, he noticed the man’s temples bulged—clearly a martial artist as well.

“Very well. From today onward, you are citizens of the Great Capital. Once we return, you will be allocated accordingly!” Upon hearing Liu Ye’s affirmation, the city lord nodded and addressed the three kneeling figures.

Lin Jianlan felt a surge of pity for the old man. He turned back and said, “Sir, your temple master has taken you in, so you won’t let us speak ill of him, is that it? He’s a good man; we won’t speak ill of him.” With that, he followed Lin Longqing out of the cave.

Though it sounded exaggerated, even unrealistic, this was in fact the archer’s weakness. They couldn’t unleash their full strength through arrows—the arrow’s power depended more on the bow and the string, as well as the purity of their own energy.

“How do you know about this too?” Tian Bai was stunned, sizing up the old man before him.

“Hurry! Bring some candied fruit for Yi’er to suck on!” Lady Xia, seeing how Chu Qianyi drained his medicine in one gulp, was overjoyed and bustled to fetch the treat.

Ouyang Feng felt something was odd. He looked around, but the entire stretch of beach was deserted. He decided to head toward the direction of the voice.

“We, the Three Great Guardians, will not oppose the Lord of Ghosts. Our duty here is to protect the Ancestral Soul!” As the Night King of a Hundred Ghosts spoke, he pointed to a strange, transparent coffin behind him.

A sense of terror began to creep over him, making his body burn with unbearable discomfort. The more frightened he became, the more immobile he was.

It turned out that Old Zhang was also a long-time resident of Wenliang River Town and well acquainted with Tang Yuan and the others.

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Suddenly, as the Spirit-Sealing Sword touched the hammer, it let out a low, pained wail. A white mist swirled from the blade, forming the shadow of a white monster, but the man showed no fear and struck yet again. The sword’s cry grew louder and louder.

In the side hall, the servants had already prepared supper. Although the dining hour had long passed, the dishes were still steaming hot.

Wan Jiayao was seated on the sofa, holding the telephone receiver to his ear. For days, he’d been tirelessly calling old friends, hoping they would lend him money.

Before Xue could finish the word “hand,” her mouth was firmly covered by someone’s palm.

Yet Liu Yi clearly had no intention of arguing with the Thunderbird. He watched the bird toss the rear half of the Fire Jiao onto the altar, then jab its beak straight at the beast’s spirit core.

Upon hearing this, Yue Yi finally understood. His mother’s meaning was for him to blend East and West.

In less than a quarter of an hour, waves of agonized groans broke from the black-clad men, piercing the heavens. At that moment, the furious Dragon Soar was simply unstoppable—neither Grandmasters at their peak nor any master could withstand him. He swept through them all, not meeting a single worthy opponent.

The mysterious golden-armored general’s deputy, Vice Marshal Luo Jun, frowned upon seeing how amiable his marshal was toward Dragon Soar. He knew well that the general, while occasionally appreciative of capable subordinates, always spoke with an air of superiority.

Facing the deaths of his two closest brothers, Dragon Soar suddenly realized just how wrong his initial decision had been. Looking back at his warriors, he was filled with regret, but also a burning hatred—hatred for the Sirius Empire.

Luo Nan genuinely felt that their party had brought new life and brilliance to this old house.

Inside the box was a crooked lovers’ knot, slightly mildewed and faded from years without sunlight.

The sight left the two grown men frantic, frozen in place, unsure what to do.

What an idea—so outrageous! Yun Moyu, seeing her undisturbed, simply ignored her, stroking Bozai’s fur as she whispered secrets to him.

No one knew what material this spear was made of; after several heavy blows, not a single mark had been left on its shaft.

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“Hmph! Our General Zhang has already fallen in battle. Who are you? Why are you impersonating our General Zhang? Guards, seize these people!” The camp guard’s words left Zhang Yanzhen utterly shocked.

After hanging up, I quickly washed up, gathered some talisman papers, black dog’s blood, and a peachwood sword, and took a cab to Jiangbei First High.

“I was wondering why you two took so long. Any later and I’d have died under this bastard’s knife!” Gan Ning rubbed his sore, numb arm.

She simply stared at the odd trio before her. She hadn’t paid much attention earlier, but with a careful look, many unusual details came to light.

Faceless Ghost had just assumed that was all his opponent could do, but Ye Xiaofeng’s next display left him stunned once more.

“In truth, the reason my grandfather could enter your clan’s sacred ground was because he possessed a certain treasure—one that was obtained right here. Doesn’t that tell you something?” The man pointed at the ground, though his eyes remained fixed on Hu Kaifeng.

This strike pierced straight through his brow, blood gushing forth like a fountain as the hidden sword intent shattered his very soul.

“Well, well! Defying the Wild Hunt, refusing to cooperate—you’re just adding to your crimes.” Jun Yemin grinned maliciously, wiped the blood from his mouth, and clapped his hands as he strode forward, regarding Jun Yuluo with mocking delight.

My head was still foggy. I’d just passed out completely, only to come to and find a general in silver armor standing before me.

Ling Yu felt a sharp pain in his chest, the cold glint in his eyes intensifying. Suddenly, two flames—one black, one white—flashed in the sky, and in an instant, appeared atop the cliff’s edge above the deep valley. Ling Yu and Qian Feng emerged from the flames. Surveying the scene below, they couldn’t help but gasp in shock.