Chapter 62: Taking Her as the Final Disciple

If this had happened in the past, Yan Xian’er would have listened on with indifference. But times had changed—Gao Wan had repeatedly harbored lecherous intentions toward her, and she had nearly been assaulted. Her hatred for Gao Wan ran deep. So when she overheard Yan Song and the other's conversation, she not only felt her anger ease but was secretly pleased as well.

The two had already agreed in advance: as long as Ji Xue was unable to intervene and Du Wei kept Wei Muyuan occupied, then victory or defeat would be just a matter of time.

Wei Wuxian wore a look of gloating mischief. “Heh, after we parted last night, where did you go off to have fun without me?”

“That wayward disciple? Why are you looking for her, Your Highness? That shameless wretch is currently repenting in the Cave of Reflection!” Abbess Du exclaimed in astonishment. She never imagined Wei Muyuan would come to Emei with such fanfare just to look for Song Daiyu.

Suddenly, a brilliant multicolored radiance erupted from the Divine Ark of All Beings, shooting across the void and pouring into the body of the Emperor of War. His form stabilized, and the cracks in the sacred war lance he held began to mend.

He paused, then added, “On the western cliffs deep in the southern mountains, I found a strip of cloth torn from a leather coat—it was from the coat Ah Ying always wore.”

Five days later, within the Mysterious Dao Cauldron, Chen Xiao’s energy surged and his soul essence roiled. All around him floated more than a hundred and twenty Overlord Soul Pills.

Wei Muyuan didn’t dare to meet the attack head-on. If he took even one blow from such a move, he’d have no strength left to withstand a second. Judging by Du Wei’s decisiveness, it was clear he would never yield.

“When did you realize I was here, big brother?” Standing before Locke, Gongsun Xuance averted his gaze from Locke’s piercing eyes, tilting his head to the side as he asked.

Some sought self-improvement, some plotted rebellion to seize power, others wished to purge their inner demons and vent their rage. Each harbored their own schemes, unaware that an overwhelming terror was drawing near—one from which none could escape.

Qiming’s thoughts were wholly absorbed by the shock of spatial magic, so much so that he failed to notice the entirely different scenery around him.

Seeing Chu Xuan’s serious expression, Zheng Zha was once again reminded that joking with this stoic, emotionless man was like playing music to a cow.

At that moment, a violent gale suddenly swept through the City of the Dead. Invisible spirits howled across the decks, making it impossible for the sailors to keep their eyes open. Eerie wails filled their ears, and an uncontrollable terror welled up within their hearts.

The old fiend Yin Hui looked at Qingzhou with a changed expression. A third-rate sect might intimidate most wandering cultivators, but against a grandmaster at his level, they were powerless.

A crumpled piece of paper passed through several hands before arriving on a beautiful white nanmu desk, beneath the bright lights of a well-lit room.

Nonsense! China has never been a nation that settles scores with force. Whether from a historical or a modern perspective, there is no evidence of malice from the Chinese people.

Yet, as a lady of a noble house, one must maintain appearances before the servants. Even knowing she was asleep, insisting on seeing her would be a breach of decorum.

Ivo suddenly understood—the awakening of the demigods was to carry out an initial cleansing. No wonder they were hunting down the powerful everywhere.

She believed that as an educator, it was not enough to demand good grades from students. One had to impart all useful knowledge, practical skills, and the basic principles of being a good person.

Her words filled the great hall with warmth and harmony. Sitting quietly to the side, Xia Lan listened to the two exchange polite flatteries for a quarter of an hour before finally hearing a slow remark from Chu Hengjue.

Half a quarter of an hour later, when the dust had settled, a figure was revealed—green-faced, tusked, body charred as black as coal, battle garments in tatters, like a fierce ghost from the abyss. The terrifying aura lingered undiminished.

Lu Xi had been reading the materials she’d asked Si Yi to organize in her dormitory when suddenly a pair of hands reached around from behind, hugging her waist. A face pressed against her back. “Mother—” the young man’s hoarse voice sounded.

Seeing Boss Xia agree, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, I wasn’t quite sure why I suddenly wanted Iron Gall to be my godson; perhaps I felt sorry for him and wanted to provide a bit of motherly love.

How could this be? It felt as if my whole heart was instantly frozen, my face turning pale.

Elsewhere, King Rongdi wore an imposing sunset-pearl robe. Seven Starfall Chill Mountain God-Slaying Swords cut down foes like grass. The purple-black fox fur on his lapel made his pale, snow-white features appear even more desolate. King Di Rong brushed the snow from his collar, his bewitching black eyes tinged with red, giving him a monstrous, sinister air.

The tall, thin guard was a little stunned. He glanced uncertainly at Chu Yu, but under Qu You’s furious glare, he braced himself and entered the room.

Well, after all that talk, it was all pointless. The problem still wasn’t solved. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“The Ancient Battlefield of Gods and Demons? Qingge, you’ve been inquiring about it for nearly a year. Don’t tell me you actually intend to go in?” Bai Xi walked over in astonishment.

But as they passed by, all five handsome faces bore wounds of varying severity—their bodies fared even worse.

Sima Jinghong’s voice was listless, the sense of longing for the unattainable leaving him uninterested in anything.

“Maybe I was just overthinking it!” Ai Jia also couldn’t quite figure out the relationship between Xiao Ke and Qin Weiwei, so she didn’t pursue the matter further.

My back was slick with cold sweat, but I forced a cheerful smile as I walked into the kitchen. Tao Ran was eating. Sometimes he came back late from training, and Grandma would save food for him.

“Xu Ying, you were reserved for me in advance. Now that I’ve caught you, what do you have to say for yourself?” Liu Shikai’s tone was still accusatory as he addressed Xu Ying.

Even the fragrant food couldn’t tempt her appetite. She pushed the tray aside after just a few bites and got up to return to the Qin residence, planning to visit Ying Zheng again tomorrow.

The man stared unblinking at Mei, a smile tugging at his lips—the kind of smile that made Mei Lansha’s face twitch. Apparently, that smile was called “enchantment,” a look she herself would wear whenever she was about to do something mischievous. Well, if someone she knew could smile like that, it definitely meant he was up to no good.