Chapter 61: Open the Door for Me, Darling

"Master, Master! Master, open the door!"
"Hurry up and open the door!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Su Qingli grew increasingly agitated, pounding on the door louder and louder.

The two people inside the room were both startled. In truth, they were discussing something and hadn’t intended to bring Su Qingli along.

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Yao Qiling couldn’t be bothered to tangle with the two demons. He stepped out with a single stride, and Hu Yan followed right behind him. His appearance made the two demons' hearts sink; it wasn’t that Hu Yan deliberately released his spiritual pressure, but rather that his cultivation was so profound that his mere presence made others uneasy.

Li Jing, Li Daozong, Zhao Yunze, and Ma Zhou, the four senior officials of the Martial Hall who had already been assigned their posts, had all come to the construction site today to preside over the groundbreaking ceremony.

She had Lin Jiarong memorize the number, then walked towards the door. Lin Jiarong and Yao Meizhi hurried to see her out.

"Is it possible that Zhishi Sili is proposing to trade those livestock for grain from Great Tang?" Zhao Yunze asked.

Meanwhile, Xiahou Chun was left utterly stunned. He wasn’t sure if Zhao Zilong was truly from Changshan, but he certainly knew of Zhao Yun’s reputation—after all, Zhao Yun had once served under Gongsun Zan and Liu Bei.

Madam Cheng was instantly roused. She first turned to look toward Xie Ke, and seeing Xie Ke reclining safely on the couch, she finally rose to leave the room and inquire about the commotion.

To cultivators, Divine Dew was a supreme treasure. Even a single drop could grant ordinary mortal plants spiritual essence, and for a cultivator, a sip could equal half a year’s worth of cultivation. A full cup would be akin to gaining a hundred years of Dao in an instant.

Yet just as Changli finished speaking, he did indeed move. The Ghost-Faced Buddha didn’t even spare him a glance. If humiliation was intended, it was as if the opponent didn’t exist at all.

"So you deliberately befriended Bai Bai and took her as your disciple, just to use her against me?!" Mo Yan suddenly realized, a chill running through his heart. He had long suspected this, but always thought Ming Yi was merely trying his luck.

The two paper figures were shredded by the gale, scattering across the ground. Moments before, the demon had used sorcery to command these paper figures, trapping Bai Bai in a leather sack and tossing her off the city wall—a sinister trick straight from the underworld. Today, they had witnessed such ghostly machinations firsthand, defenses utterly overwhelmed.

She had experienced all of this before, and some familiar figures had fallen forever on the proving grounds. Her heart heavy, she turned away in sorrow.

Though the white wolf was composed of only simple lines, its expression was vividly lifelike, as if a demon wolf were truly sealed within.

Since there was no way to take a shortcut, he would break through directly. The Soul Slayer gleamed with a cold light, raised to the sky. Its blade extended to a length of fifteen fathoms, black crystals swirling around it, condensing on its body like obsidian. Under the setting sun, it refracted a deep, somber hue.

During class today, Wei Chenggang had carefully chosen the spot most likely to draw attention. His remarks earlier had indeed made him the center of the room, but his moment in the spotlight didn’t last long. Now, it had turned into a disaster, and he was right at the heart of the wreck.

"Whew! Finally done refining," Lu Li let out a breath, the golden light in his eyes slowly fading.

Though they had paid a heavy price, they also forced Ma Chao to pay dearly. After nearly three hours of bloody battle, more than five thousand of Ma Chao’s soldiers had fallen, and even the formidable Pang De had been wounded.

"All you do is glare. Can’t you say something? It’s suffocating for your mother." In recent days, unless absolutely necessary, Gu Tingmo refused to speak a word. If she hadn’t insisted on giving him a bath today, she might not have heard his voice at all.

Tears had long flooded those deep blue eyes, but as they spilled over, they seemed tinged with the color of blood.

Watching his father happily produce two cups, pouring his treasured Yanghe Daqu into them, Ren Pingsheng naturally recalled the memories of father and son forming their alliance.