Chapter 114: A New Mission

"How do you feel?" Zhang Yuheng, who had been guarding the doorway, asked once the dust had settled.

Bai Xian naturally understood what the old Taoist was asking. However, after carefully sensing her own state, she found no difference—neither in her internal mana nor in her physical condition—save for the sudden appearance of that single stick of green incense.

"I don't feel anything at all, it seems."

Zhang Yuheng turned his gaze toward Hu Fen in the corner.

"Why is the Daoist Priest looking at me?" The latter’s face was full of bitterness.

"This old servant, this old servant shall withdraw." After saying this, the steward fell to his knees with a thud. His head was bowed, hiding his expression, but a heavy, deathly grey aura clung to him.

"It is a fact that I am not the one forcing you to choose. Perhaps you do not have to face such a situation now, but one day, you will be forced to choose between your two sons. More than twenty years ago, you chose me. I do not know if your choice has changed now," Mo Yi asked bluntly.

Wan Ningzhu took a fire-starter from her bosom and struck it. It ignited instantly, and everything before her appeared in flickering, hazy shadows.

***

Gradually, An Ran’s body began to soften involuntarily, yielding to Xuan Ye’s embrace until her entire frame seemed to lean against him.

Yan Feibei’s expression softened slightly. He had just heard Elder Lianhu of the Lotus Sect mention that, as Ji Ruyan had claimed, she had not even released her battle energy.

"You'er, you sang so well! You could practically be a pop star. If you became a singer, you would definitely be famous all over Asia," Ze praised.

Feng and I arrived at the Blue Bridge Italian Restaurant shortly after. As we reached the entrance, I saw Xue'er and the others walking toward us from across the street. I called out, "Xue'er, Brother Ze!" They happened to spot Zi Feng and the others, and Ze smiled at us.

She ordered the servants to help the two of them back to their rooms so they could get a good rest; there would be no need for them to endure the hardship of guarding the door tonight.

The pressures of life were so great that they fostered much sin and ugliness beneath the surface of this prosperous city. For instance, had she not gone to the hotel that day, Ye Shiqin might have sunk into ruin forever.

Upon hearing the Empress Dowager mention the events of last night, Lan Xin’s hands trembled slightly, and her complexion turned even more ghastly than before.

This meant his crystal had become useless; at the very least, he could no longer accurately obtain any information regarding Qin Yi.

Chu Yang pushed open the door and entered. Many people inside recognized him; after all, Chu Yang had smashed up the shop before, and he was a frequent visitor.

Watching Shen Bi and Zhou Da suppressed by the pressure, Yun Hao frowned slightly. Immediately, a savage and domineering force erupted from his body, and the "Blue Flower Pressure" shattered instantly.

***

It appeared the opponent had utilized some rule of heaven and earth unique to this place to hide their true form within a different spatial dimension.

"Alright, you may open your eyes now," Qiu Luo’s voice echoed in their ears once more.

Today, Yun Jin wore a long, fiery-red silk dress, her graceful figure fully displayed. The long skirt covered her thighs, and with a pair of white lotus-patterned shoes on her feet, she walked as if lotus flowers were blooming with every step.

Dongfang Yupi had an issue with that eyeball; he prepared to shoulder a log and strike the eye on the wall directly, to give this fellow who had been peeping from the side a warning.

The wrinkles on his face remained deep and layered, his thick, sword-like brows slanted upward, and his eyes were sharp and piercing, as if they were emitting a divine light. From head to toe, there was not the slightest hint of senility about him.

The winds of devouring descended incessantly. Her long hair flew more wildly than ever, and her pitch-black eyes stared at the cultivators charging toward her. At this moment, she had become ruthless and cold-blooded.

Her body lay there listlessly, her legs, having been overexerted, hanging limply.

Hamak merely waved his hand in a simple motion. The copper coin did not even reach him before it was knocked to the ground. Mother Zhang suddenly pressed her hands together, flipped them, and gently blew a breath of air onto them. At that moment, she began to move, running toward Hamak.