Spring’s Promise Amid the Snow 18

Why not take full advantage of such a ready-made opportunity? Considering the current state of Xihai Commandery, Azure would have been glad to bring down a few more corrupt landlords, especially since Qin Xianyan was far from innocent.

Even though the wealthy nobles in the front row were clearly reluctant to part with their fortunes—after all, this was a natural-type Devil Fruit; money could be regained, but with power, what need had one for wealth?

“Isn’t there still a big one down the mountain? Don’t worry, that rabbit can’t be tricked to death,” said Ji Dian.

But the monkey seemed utterly unconcerned, instead giving Bu Feifan a shove and asking with curiosity.

Back in the room, Bai Yan sat silently at the edge of the bed, watching Linglong undress herself.

Perhaps in a rare good mood, Shui Minghui actually broke the usual rule of silence at the table, chatting a little as they dined.

“Coo, coo, coo, coo...” Mu Xichi pointed hurriedly at the two people walking out from in front of the dormitory building, quickly pulling Wei Ziqi up beside her.

Suddenly, a wound as long as a finger appeared on Kizaru’s cheek, blood streaming down from the fresh cut.

The Shining’s rampage had devastated the lowest level of the White Raven headquarters, causing the entire structure to begin collapsing.

“Another Buddha? Why does he look more like a demon? But the rabbit should be fine—didn’t he already kill a Buddha before?” Yang Lu asked, testing the waters.

“This is bad, this is bad—” The hunter shouted as he rushed into the mist. The others were dumbfounded: this time, the bait had worked too well—eight magical beasts, no less, and worse yet, two demonfolk had followed behind, their attention clearly drawn.

“This is trouble, but fortunately these Illusionary Butterflies are powerless against Heavenly Fire.” Bai Yu retreated as he prepared his ultimate move, careful not to draw too much attention. After all, more than half the immortals who had entered the Immortal Trace Secret Realm were already here, and he did not want the White Void Heavenly Fire to be exposed.

“If this were before, I’d have flown off long ago—” the fat bird grumbled inwardly, though his thick legs carried him swiftly, his speed remarkable and far beyond the ordinary.

“Sister Moon, are you wondering why I’ve turned up safe and sound here in Xudu instead of lying unconscious in Wanling?” Yin Feng smiled, holding Luoyue’s hand, his gaze carrying an enthralling charm.

Fang Qingrou removed the necklace from her neck—a delicate strand of crystal beads. With a hard squeeze, the pendant shattered, and a tiny golden key fell out. Fang Qingrou caught it deftly, then held it out for Xun’er and the others to see.

“Primordial Dao Sect, the Immortal slaughters Chou Tianhe!” Yangchunzi murmured, his eyes following the departing Nascent Soul-stage cultivator.

“Spiritual fragmentation, physical rebirth, the Dantian forging the Supreme Golden Core! Such a terrifying third tribulation, I doubt even he would dare to provoke it lightly!” Realizing what the Innate Third Tribulation entailed, Xiao Hua felt a chill at the thought, now more convinced that Long-browed Martial God was not forcibly breaking through.

A sword light split the sky, seeming to cut even the fabric of space itself. It struck the Wall of Protection, piercing deep into the energy barrier and causing vast sections of its power to collapse.

Yet neither explanation seemed reasonable. Seventh-grade spirit herbs were incredibly rare; a high-level cultivator would never leave one by the roadside, and even if such a cultivator were killed, their storage ring would be taken—who would overlook a Hundred-Immortal Flower?

Qin Feng, still wounded, was forcing himself on with the help of pills; if he kept running like this, he would soon collapse.

“Thank you,” Xu Rong said, downing an entire glass of water in one gulp and finally feeling a little better.

At dawn, Lin Ze told Cao Cao of his intent to resettle the refugees to the southeast of Nanyang. Cao Cao clasped his hands together, neither preventing nor urging him to stay.

“Heh, we’re all family—don’t get upset, don’t get upset,” sang Yu comforted the two of them.

Before she could react, Jiang Zhixing dropped his gaze and, with a turn, strode off into the distance.

On the stone steps stood a massive bed of ice, exuding wisps of cold. At its center, a figure sat cross-legged in meditation.

Seeing Su Qinghe already fast asleep, Gu Yifan gave up on waking her.

After a bout of sparring, he had gauged Li Hongshuang’s strength; now, killing intent blazed in his eyes, impossible to restrain.

He pressed his lips tightly together, his face cold, his black eyes deep and unreadable, betraying no emotion.

Wang Zhendong thought for a moment and said, “After the New Year, I went to Hong Kong. It was eye-opening. There’s so much we need to learn. If you get the chance, you should try to go abroad and study real Western medicine.”

Jiang Tang lowered her eyes, silent. She and Lu Chen had returned to the old house several times, but as long as Lu Chen spoke, the atmosphere would sour—she’d grown used to it.

With a soft hiss, Qiu Yuebai and Qiu Shiyin were instantly encased in a layer of transparent glass, full of pin-sized holes for air and speech.

Just then, Cheng Haifeng and his men caught up, without a word unleashing a wave of water at Lin Feng.

The Li family, as always, had the servants pack up plenty of things for Tang Mei to take home, as a token of the Bai family’s goodwill.

One of the knife-wielding thugs, hit hard in the groin by his own companion’s knee, bulged his eyes and fell silent, his screaming cut off instantly.

This was hardly the time to discuss such things. Tang Mei felt like an anxious eunuch in a crisis while the emperor remained unconcerned, but she also admired Madam Zhang’s composure; even faced with this, her anger was a private undercurrent, her expression unruffled.

As the masked man’s palm was about to take Wu Liushui’s life, a slender shadow flashed by, and the Falling Blossom Sword technique became a flurry of sword images enveloping the foe.

“You don’t... have, um, live customer service here, do you?” Chen Ye asked, his face pale with dread, enunciating each word.

Lin Feng’s figure flickered—everyone seemed to see only a blur—and suddenly he was there, catching Bai Xue securely and gently lowering her to the ground.

Gazing at the city, Li Yang nodded in satisfaction, then clasped his hands behind his back and strolled leisurely amongst the people.