Chapter Thirty-Five: Return

“Do you know what kind of forbidden spell this is?” Qingfeng asked.

I rested the homemade musket on a stone, took a deep breath, and flicked the lighter’s switch. The first attempt failed to ignite, but on the second, the flame caught the musket’s powder fuse.

Half an hour later, Zhao Shenping arrived at the ancient tomb, refreshed and alert. After a few calls, the heavy tomb door slowly opened.

“Auntie, were you thinking of something sad yesterday?” Kangkang asked Gong Ruini earnestly.

Others might, but probably not the Mu brothers... She had met Miss Ye before—though not conventionally beautiful, just looking at her brought a certain comfort all over.

If someone like that showed up, it wouldn’t just be bad luck; it could mean falling into an abyss for life.

In this world, Bodhisattvas walked the land, great demons were worth less than dogs; gods of all realms wielded power and magic with limitless might.

When it came to tomb raiding, everyone wanted to loot a young master’s tomb rich with treasures. No one wanted to risk their life for an old master’s tomb with nothing inside. Beneath the dried-up well lay the original burial site of the Duan family—such was the situation.

She was gentle with Dou’er and Kou’er, yet knowing these two maids belonged to Qi Yan’s faction made her uneasy.

This was Su Jie’s first time calling him by his full name, which inexplicably made Lin Yi nervous. Without realizing it, his back stiffened like a drawn bowstring, and the tightness in his chest kept him from exhaling.

She had fled from the Meng family estate, hiding all along the way, enduring much hardship for nearly a day and night, fortunately without injury.

Qin Aobin seized the moment during the standoff between the three parties, leapt down to the street. The men in black drew their swords and followed him swiftly.

Counting it all, Bu Hui reckoned the total was about two hundred seventy to eighty thousand, which was relatively cheap.

“But...” Dilis hesitated, panic rising within her, fearing this departure might mean never seeing Yefeng again.

“If you don’t call now, you’ll never have another chance to make a sound,” Lin Hao sneered coldly, his tone laden with meaning.

At first, they worried the Fury’s envoy might not be a match for Ye Han. But now, seeing such a terrifying attack effortlessly reflected by the Fury’s envoy, everyone’s confidence soared. If he could do that, what was beyond his power?

Dong Danyun smiled faintly. “Same old trick.” Golden light flashed again as the river transformed into purple specks and vanished into the air. Ning Dao gasped for breath; his breakthrough technique was nearly spent.

She touched her hand and miraculously found her diamond ring missing. Suddenly, it dawned on her—the ring displayed on stage was the very one Chu Chengyi had given her.

“Indeed, it’s very special. Though I’m its master, I still cannot fully fathom it,” Yefeng nodded, then sheathed the Dragon-Blood Scale Blade with a flick. The fierce killing aura around him vanished, and Xian Niya felt her body lighten and begin to recover.

Immediately, the other three horses charged forward as well. Fang Yu Kai, Bai Ruogu, and Fang Sanjiang all braced themselves and leapt ahead.

Onlookers stared at these seven madmen like monkeys, wondering when they would ever reach home, but no one offered help—after all, they had drunk so much.

“You’re nothing but robbers and hooligans,” Huang Guoqiang muttered disdainfully.

At a close distance, Leng Yanxi was massaging her temples with warm boiled eggs. Su Yirong looked up, only seeing his sharp, chiselled jaw. So close, she could almost smell his fresh scent. Suddenly, she felt her cheeks and ears flush with warmth.

Raindrops fell upon the bluestone road, producing a soft pattering sound. The air was filled with the fresh scent of rain-soaked earth.

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After entering the room and removing his coat, Song Duanwu suddenly said something unexpected, causing Cheng Lulu behind him to pause, though she soon smiled quietly.

Song Duanwu’s intended closeness was clear to Ye Zhijian, but the deeper meaning behind it remained obscure to him. Though he did not fully understand Song Duanwu’s mannerisms, he grasped most of their significance.

Of course, some clueless individuals came forward, threatening Guo Lin and his group to “hand over all their contribution points.” All attempts ended in failure, with the would-be robbers getting robbed instead.

Xiang Yu was an exception—though she might not have acted with full intent, she was certainly seeking revenge against two reckless and unwelcome troublemakers.

Seeing the ointment in her hand, Su Yirong frowned slightly. “Yu Zhen, that ointment...” She recalled the one Yu Zhen held was the same as the one Leng Yanxi had given her, an ointment only found in the imperial palace.

In the evening, Sister Hui brought her an evening gown and a pair of leather shoes, saying they were sent by Situ Xiao on behalf of Ruan Jingyuan.

“An’an, could you help me check my homework? Dad is busy with work and can’t look at it. If the teacher finds mistakes tomorrow, I’ll be in trouble,” Nan Nan said pitifully.

Yan Qinqing, hearing the name Dilu, glanced towards Sister. So that was the name of the demonic pet?

Jiang Ziya had gone mad, throwing everything he could catch into the fray. As long as he could buy some time, even a breath’s respite, he could find a way to seek help and turn the tide.

In fact, the Yuanji Sect was suffering greatly. The duel atop the Alchemy Peak ended with the Wuliang Dao Sect victorious. The Supreme Peak saw both sides severely wounded. The Seven Star Peak slightly favored Yuanji Sect, while the Chongyue Peak’s duel was still ongoing—testament to the stamina of the body cultivators.

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