Chapter 39: Jiang Sijie

Seeing that the trees were all safe and sound, Wang Yizhai finally took out the wooden bead to claim ownership with a drop of his blood. Having been nurtured by the vine spirit, the bead had reached the late stage of a spiritual artifact and required only a drop of essence blood to bond.

If he were merely a man who had appeared out of nowhere, Sheng Xi would never have forgiven him, even with his history of schizophrenia.

Following the direction of Mu Cheng’s gaze, Zhou Yunxi truly spotted a figure in black, holding his breath and focusing intently. The man held a steel blade wrapped in tattered cloth, yet a sliver of cold light glinted from the hilt, not entirely concealed by the fabric.

The Four Dragon Kings chatted about various oddities. One story in particular caught Wang Yizhai’s attention: it was said that an island in the North Sea had been discovered, and a secret realm there was about to open.

Jiang Lian was not foolish enough to mess around with blind experimentation; heaven knows what kind of monstrosity he might end up creating.

Just then, two soft pops were heard as the surging spiritual essence rushed toward the lower abdomen, completely clearing and expanding the valve of yin-yang conversion until the flow of energy was unimpeded.

"Greetings, Alchemist." Unlike Zhou Yunxi, Xu An rose slightly to bow when the alchemist approached. It was not out of fear, but simply the belief that it is better to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Huiyuan Cheng had originally decided not to give him any more money, but after hearing from his subordinates that Teng Yun had been living so frugally he was down to eating steamed buns with boiled water—not even having pickled vegetables—he relented.

Dinner was served in the courtyard. The autumn evening breeze carried a chill that felt refreshing against the skin. In the center of the table sat a large bamboo steamer filled with golden, plump dumplings. Dipped in sauce, each bite was spicy, fresh, and delicious; the savory richness of the pork cracklings blended with the clean aroma of chives, creating a texture that was hearty yet crisp and never greasy—a truly comforting meal.

Hearing the sound, the Eighth Master stopped its shrieking, though it did not fly away, choosing instead to linger nearby, cooing softly.

"It seems I have no choice but to use that move, but I haven't fully grasped it yet," Mu Zifei whispered to himself.

If one cares only about the methodology, isn't that just living in someone else's world? That would be putting the cart before the horse, ultimately leading to a hollow existence. Only the most essential desires in one’s heart represent the true self.

Throughout the night, people kept getting up to relieve themselves, the pitter-patter of footsteps and the rustling sounds making for a truly exhausting night.

Zhao Gongming let out a cold laugh, releasing the brilliant light of the ten Sea-Calming Pearls to envelop the opponent within the heavens. Indra channeled the divine power of the heavens to surround Zhao Gongming.

Although Meng Li spoke this way, Han Ke’s mood remained terrible, so he exchanged a few brief words with Meng Li before hanging up the phone.

"The Prince’s teachers are the masters of the various schools of thought; it is certainly not excessive for them to discipline the students of the Jixia Academy," Master Xuanji reasoned, considering the matter thoroughly.

Xi He used ancient formations to ravage living creatures, bringing disaster upon the Great Desolation. He had seen Xing Tian of the Metal Element and Zhu Rong of the Water Element; each was incredibly brutal, viewing all life as mere ants. Such people were not worth saving.

Just as the final moment arrived, a figure suddenly soared toward the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon. A single Yin-Yang Seal blocked the dragon’s claw, forcing the massive golden beast to recoil.

After listening to the fat man’s account, Nan Feng heaved a long sigh. The incidents had occurred one after another; even in his shoes, he would have been overwhelmed. One could only imagine how arduous and difficult it had been for the fat man to cope.

The people of the Red Star Production Brigade likely could not fathom what it meant for her to have a shop in Changyang City.

Lu Shuxian remarked, "You are so much like your father. He was just as shameless and thick-skinned back then. Sometimes, even when he was clearly in the wrong, he could conjure up a mountain of logic to prove he was right, spinning people around in circles until they were utterly confused."

The three arrived in front of the object and discovered it was a large stone, roughly the size of an adult’s palm.

"Fuyun, you take the people on the left, and I’ll handle the ones on the right," Mu Lingge began assigning tasks.

With all the martial meridians in his body fully opened, his light blue, lightning-infused true energy emitted a glow, warming his body and soul.

Ye Qingxi had just returned from fetching the Third Uncle when she saw her father vomiting blood. Terrified, she burst into tears and ran over to help support his chest.

Mu Yan’s appearance was not like Ye Sheng’s; she had deliberately altered it to differ from her real face, merely adjusting it to look younger. When she opened the door and stepped out, Feihua Simeng recognized her at a glance.

For a lowly, dispensable cauldron of this status, a typical evil cultivator’s line of reasoning would be to either kill them outright or use soul-searching techniques to track down the mastermind behind them.

Jun Gu and Lin Jianxiao walked out side by side, but after a short while, Lin Jianxiao returned to the City Lord’s Mansion alone and approached her as she sat leisurely on the veranda, sipping tea.

"Oh, and then she will be afraid, worried about Moses, and forced to speak the truth. This is worth a try," Leia clapped her hands and nodded.

The appearance of Kong Zhixuan made Han Lianyi tremble slightly, but she immediately regained her composure. With Kong Manzhen present, surely he would not do anything inappropriate.

Judging by Jia Ruohan’s movements, it was clear that Jia Ruohan was also a terrifying existence; otherwise, how could she have sealed all the opponent's acupuncture points with silver needles without even seeing the person’s shadow?

Xue Lengyu entered the room to find the Princess sitting before the vanity, with Mei’er and Zhu’er busy dressing her hair on either side.

Clangs, thuds, and splashes—various strange noises intertwined, further heightening the atmosphere of dread.

Han Lianyi froze. She broke free from the embrace she had thought was safe, staring at him in horror as if he were a wild beast. He was her younger brother, yet he claimed to "love her." He was just like Han Ziye.

Any one of the Sword Lords possessed enough influence to shake the foundations of China, or even easily replace the nation’s leadership.

"We’ll know the results soon, so don't let your mind wander for now, okay?" Xia Qi said, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Jun Jinyan’s nose to soothe his nerves.

This was because the quality of Lin Yun’s dragon spiritual energy was so high that even the power of devouring could not keep up, requiring time to digest.