Spring's Promise Amid the Snow 9

Her own cultivation was still unresolved, yet the endless affairs within the household were enough to keep her preoccupied.

“Your idea is so naive, it’s almost laughable,” Kudo Kensan looked at him and said.

It could be said that the format of each family competition never remained the same; those who prevailed in the clan’s tournament were destined for a brilliant future.

When Zhou Yu awakened and saw the wound on his chest completely healed, he was utterly astonished. He checked the time—it had only been about fifteen minutes since he fainted. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked at his wound again.

“I told you, I don’t have my powers right now. But you’ve already received a strand of my spiritual energy—why don’t you make use of it? At the very least, it has the aura of an immortal!” Now it was the strange bird’s turn to look down on A Ren.

At this moment, in the Hall of Wind and Cloud, a dignified elder sat in majestic silence. His long, white hair and beard lent him an air of ethereal grace.

“Yu Ping, you did well!” Kong Yu Xing walked over to Kong Yu Ping’s side and helped him up as he spoke.

This power guided Bu Fan’s inner strength onto the right path. The Northern Sea Technique and Dragon Command surged back and forth, while the deadly poison of the Imperial Worm Grass and the toxins of the Hundred Refinement Pit creatures actually began to neutralize each other. Dark green smoke streamed from every pore on Bu Fan’s body.

Feng Xiawu, once always solemn and serious, had changed—now warmth and smiles softened her demeanor.

“They even have mortars! And they know how to use them. There can’t be regular troops over there, right?” Zhang Jun observed that the mortar shells were mostly concentrated in a certain area and commented to Meng Hun.

The days had been peaceful, but suddenly someone arrived from the Wufang Hall. Lan Yan came bearing her master’s orders, summoning Su Su to meet their teacher. Lan Yan had been confined for two months, yet her spirits remained high. She was also puzzled as to why the master suddenly wanted to see Su Su.

A man, towering over two meters and clad entirely in golden armor, approached. His face was scarred all over by knife wounds, evoking fear in anyone who looked upon him.

“Alright, since we’re to compete, let’s continue,” Youyou said, stepping back two paces to clear space between them.

The attacks of both sides collided in a breath, a deafening roar erupting and an overwhelming surge of energy sweeping out, suffocating those nearby.

Likewise, the few luan birds gained much; Nether progressed further, while the others seized the opportunity and crossed into the Condensation Realm, now consolidating their newfound power.

As Wang Nian and his companion walked to a street stall, Wang Nian stopped immediately. Seeing this, Ruan Lingyu naturally did not object and stopped as well to have a look.

Upon hearing this, Ding Cong suddenly understood. If there were sect members, how could things have gotten this bad—relying on a single artifact to survive? “How is Dali doing now?” Ding Cong’s gaze toward Niu Dali grew dim.

Yet she couldn’t fathom why this youth, whom she had never met, looked at her with such a complex expression. Was it because he knew her true identity?

Just as Wu Shixiong and the others had left Mo Lian only moments ago, an unusual look appeared in their eyes. Their minds were filled with speculation about Ling Qing and Lin Yan’s attitudes toward this matter.

Clad in a dragon robe and crowned, the sovereign of the Great Rift Divine Dynasty was enveloped in a misty divine radiance, responding softly.

An explosive arrow shot forth like lightning, piercing his palm and striking his heart. With a thunderous bang, the arrow exploded within his chest, shattering his internal organs.

Silence followed swiftly. I knew my rescue had arrived, but worry gnawed at me. If they rushed in recklessly, they’d surely become easy targets. With that thought, I lay prone and squeezed the trigger.

His words calmed me. My fever was so high that I couldn’t think straight. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been so tense upon seeing that box.

Xue Lengyu knew that by fleeing, Zhan Feng Song would surely be angry and disappointed, but lingering ambiguously by his side was not a sustainable solution.

“Who the hell dares to mouth off? Smack them for me!” The voice was Guo Huaigang’s; the earlier voice belonged to Huang Jianbiao. These two must have arrived early—probably busy arranging troops and thus hadn’t appeared until now. With their men now present, their bravado surfaced.

Though the man’s face was unfamiliar, the ring on his hand was unmistakably the one only Shu Li possessed, unique in the world, the silver ring belonging solely to the two of them.

She softened her tone and spoke to Gao Jianli, “Brother Gao, please take Jing Ke down to rest. There are still household affairs Qin Qing needs to handle.” Gao Jianli nodded in understanding and led Jing Ke away from the front hall.

His iron-like fingers gripped tightly, forcing Wei Luo to lift her head. As she did, her gaze met his cold eyes blazing with fury.

The horned beast finally recovered from An Lesi’s wild, frenzied assault. Its “core” manifested, and immediately sensed the deadly chill of the incoming sword intent, terror rushing through its soul.

“What are you all doing here?” Fillet was secretly delighted. Though he had been troubled by the arrival of a rival in love due to his careless words just days before, now he felt grateful, as the newcomer broke the emotional impasse left by Reno.

The lamb was marbled with fat and lean, juicy and free of any gaminess. The beef tendon was delightfully chewy, utterly irresistible. Even the wild herbs, usually ignored, now exuded an intoxicating aroma.