Chapter 73: The Terrifying Ye Feng

Jin Shao, Sima Xuanyu, and Mu Shao—the three young masters—were meeting in a bar. Sitting beside them was a man with slightly graying hair. Judging by how the three treated him, this must be Uncle Hong, the one who had called Sima Xuanyu! Though streaked with white, Uncle Hong looked robust and full of vitality. At this moment, however, his face was marked by evident anxiety, which was the reason he had summoned the three urgently. The trio’s reputation far exceeded their real influence—they were more renowned for their names than their actual power, for in truth, they were little more than frivolous playboys…

Long Linfei carried Gu Ling’er straight to the nearest physician. After a simple bandage was applied to her sprained ankle, he escorted her back home.

Yet in this realm, it seemed anyone could become a so-called “god.” Gods here, gods there—the more she heard, the more it all sounded like madness.

The Virtuous Consort faltered for a moment, secretly thinking that now that Yun Zhaoyi was with child, she had grown bolder—even her words now carried a veiled sting.

He Lao is an honest soul; how could he possibly keep Ma Shi in check? He merely said, not too harshly, “Say a little less, don’t upset your mother,” and that was the end of it.

“Heh, I was nearly wiped out,” Yang Lan’er paused. According to the original storyline, wasn’t she supposed to perish?

Lan Ji forced an awkward smile. She understood all too well the cool hostility in Feng Caitian’s words. Although their king and Feng Caitian’s master, Ming Jue, were uncle and nephew, who could possibly stay friendly after being so thoroughly manipulated?

Was this really all it took for her to falter? How could she hope to steel her heart and grow stronger?

As Xiu Ran’s gaze swept over him, the man’s heart quivered involuntarily. Though he dreaded speaking at such a moment, he could feel this notorious wastrel had set his sights on him—he had no choice but to speak.

As always, he performed his habitual gesture, reaching out to pinch the knot at the back of He Zao’s hair. Only now, she had traded her old bun for a flowing cloud coiffure.

Fortunately, the Ziluo Immortal Estate actually traversed the many realms of the cultivation world—its appearance on the Cangyan Continent was a rare, one-time event, never to return.

Feng Wuhen drained the bottle of Blood of the Marten in a single gulp. He stared at the jade vial in his hand for a long time, then suddenly drew his sword and smashed it to powder.

“I don’t want to leave the company, but there’s no need to cheat. If my work is better than Bai Chu’s, I’ll win on merit—I don’t need to cheat,” Xiang Min said.

There was no need for lifelong estrangement; it was enough for everyone to keep a cool distance, as confidants—or, perhaps, as cherished companions.

Leng Qingxia, seated on his horse, felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles; she wished she could leap off and escape this dangerous man at once.

Soon after, Qiao Yan and Li Yujia arrived. Seeing the three approach, Wanru rose, surprise flickering in her eyes, and went over to greet them.

While Leng Tian was deep in thought, she failed to realize that her movements had already been spotted by Li Chengye, lurking in the water.

What Fa Hai had just said in public stripped them of all pretense, exposing their shame and slapping them across the face.

“You’re talking about…” Li Ru recalled the strange phenomenon from earlier—even he had been frightened by that murderous aura.

A colossal ancient sword took form in the air, exuding a dreadful power as it plunged toward the golden-armored warrior below.

The shockwave of that force gouged a trench hundreds of meters long across the earth before it finally stopped. Master Dapeng staggered to his feet, wiped a trace of blood from his lips, and stared warily at the figure who had just appeared.

“Hahaha! Who would have thought you’d care so much about my affairs? Just for that, I’ll count you as a true friend!” Lin Kunjian could hear the sincerity and concern in Zhou Shiyun’s voice, and it warmed him to see he still enjoyed such friendship.

“Don’t be so polite with your father. Take it and go!” Old Xiang muttered mysteriously, then walked straight into the room.