Volume One, Chapter 104: Vigorous Development

She gazed pleadingly at Qin Zhaochuan, then at Xu Kuan beside him. How could they possibly compare?

Especially when Qin Zhaochuan even walked up to Su Ningxia. The pair made a striking match, handsome man and lovely woman, impossible to fault.

This was a formidable bloodline, exceedingly rare in heaven and earth, on par with the blood of an emperor. In just a few words, it revealed the terror and dominance of the Great Wilderness bloodline.

In an instant, the disciples who had just been sneering mockingly stood dumbfounded, and Shen Haochuan’s face also flushed dark red, the color of pig liver.

Wen Shuyuan leaned back in his chair and gave her another glance, his expression still cold and indifferent, as if he saw nothing remarkable at all.

"Th-this... perhaps we should not," one of them said softly, clearly the voice of a well-bred young lady.

Seeing how earnest the two of them were, Changsun Changqing felt greatly comforted. She had not misjudged their loyalty after all.

"Back then, you all said that Sun Wukong was nothing more than an ordinary monkey. And what happened? He nearly turned our Hall of Yama upside down!" Black Impermanence retorted.

He knew that Chen Ziyan had always admired him. If she came to meet him and Ye Wushuang saw it, who knew what kind of misunderstanding might arise?

Yin Tianqi waved his massive hand and set down a barrier of desolate blood, trapping Ye Qingyi within it. Then he reached out and seized her jade-like wrist, preparing to rip the map of the Heavenly Emperor’s treasure from her back so he could find the whereabouts of the second Great Wilderness Heart.

Jiandui was startled. Looking at the wooden box in his hand, she realized that the first one had only been an invisible formation disguised as a teleportation array; this one was the real teleportation array.

She hurriedly checked her clothes and carefully felt herself over. Only then did she finally let out a long breath of relief. She had not been violated.

Like Lu Bu, invincible through a hundred battles, anyone who faced him would be crushed beneath the aura of his undefeated campaigns! With his strength suppressed to barely half of what it should have been, he would ultimately be slain.

Beneath the ancestral grounds of the god-human clan lay a clay jar buried there for many years, dust clinging to its surface, faint cracks tracing its body. It bore no ornamentation at all, looking for all the world like an ordinary pickle jar from a common household.

In that instant, the suction grew stronger still. Fierce winds roared, stones were ripped from the ground, and the mountain forest was plunged into utter darkness, with only the golden radiance bursting forth from the Demon-Sealing Jar remaining.

"I’m fine. Sorry I came back late." Seeing this, Jiang Yu felt even more guilty. Someone had worried about him all day, and he had completely forgotten them.

Nangong Qingcheng’s thoughts were in turmoil. Time seemed to flow backward to a winter night more than ten years ago. The temperature had sunk to only a few degrees. Night had fallen over the earth, electric whips split the sky, the wind howled, thunder shook the heavens, and then torrential rain suddenly poured down while lightning danced in the air like ribbons.

The shopkeeper’s apprentice kept glancing out of the ward, only hoping that the basket-and-tub shopkeeper would not arrive for a long while yet. The later he came back, the later he would have to suffer. But even as he said that, his heart grew more and more tense with each passing moment.

"Boom!" From the right came a thunderous blast. Following the sound, a cloud of dust obscured the view. Yet the screams and pleas for mercy that rang out from within made it clear what was happening inside.

Behind him, Xiao Qingchan and the others watched as Xiao Feng’s figure vanished, each of them filled with anticipation.

If she got angry and refused to marry over a disagreement, so be it. Forget it—she was angry now anyway. Once she cooled off, things would probably be fine.

The demon cultivators departed one after another. Even the old Daoist with the hollow heart and the formation disciple left the manor. In the end, only the Divine Severed Tail, Thunder Roc, Spirit-Seeker, and Zhu Tianpeng remained, and Fragrant Manor suddenly grew quiet and desolate.

"All right... then!" Although Ye Qingying was unwilling, if her son dared say such a thing, he must already have a plan. So she obediently withdrew the martial spirit, though the icy chill about her body did not lessen in the slightest.