Chapter 123: Thank Goodness I Have You
In the damp dungeon, Chi Yi hung suspended in midair, his body covered in bloodstains. There was no uninjured part on him; wounds were scattered all over his body. His eyes were swollen shut, his face smeared with blood, lacking even the strength to open them.
“Though he looks so fragile, I didn’t expect Lord Right Chancellor to have such a strict tongue,” someone remarked.
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Colin glanced at the massive brown bear corpse being pulled by the flatbed cart and felt a genuine surprise. Then he took a brush, cleaning off the mud and leaves, before untying the ropes binding it.
As for whether the amount of medicine was excessive, or if they should first call to arrange preparations and gather funds, that remained to be decided.
The next day, as soon as Ming Yin opened the door, she was greeted with a heap of gifts sent by the neighbors.
It seemed the Fermi Knights were not, as Colin had previously thought, a royal pawn planted in the Northern Territory to vie with the Saint Hild family for control of the Golden Lion Legion. Rather, their aim was to ensure that the commander of the Northern Territory’s most crucial military force would hold the royal family in favorable regard.
Perhaps they were ten times stronger than in their previous life, or maybe a hundred, a thousand, even a million times stronger—the only difference lay in the point of entry and the ultimate goal.
With the absence of the three Elders of the Three Great Immortal Realms, Feiyun Sect’s strength was now unprecedentedly fragile. Should enemies attack now… Feiyun Sect would likely be annihilated immediately.
After the Great Pangu created the heavens and earth, the turbid primal soil first descended upon the boundless wilderness, absorbing the original spiritual energy of the universe’s beginning, transforming into Mount Kunlun.
Murong Yue, anxiously waiting in the courtyard for Qin Ruoruo, saw her staggering in from outside and hurried to greet her.
Qiu Ziming frowned as he observed two streaks of light approaching from afar. Their auras were nearly equal to his own, even slightly stronger.
Among the lowest ranks here—down in the lower realm—stood beings that countless people could not hope to reach.
At this moment, the thunderous heavenly might served merely as a backdrop to this man. In Zhou Ruo’s eyes, the world had lost its color; only this man remained vivid and alive.
Raindrops began to fall sporadically above Yu Zun’s head once more. These drops seemed to harbor an uncontrollable energy. Though they landed in his palm, within his spiritual awareness, they felt unbearably heavy.
Its form resembled a bear, with black fur and enormous wings sprouting from its back; raising its head revealed two long fangs.
“Alright,” Wan Qi Jin Lin said, sensing something unusual about Bai You but saying nothing more, raising his cup to continue drinking.
Staying in the Xiaoyao Sect meant a lifetime of menial tasks—why not seize the chance to soar to greatness?
Liao Zhi Su’s words seemed imbued with magic. Lin Yiyi’s smile blossomed like a flower; perhaps Su Su’s smile had a natural warmth, or perhaps it was because Su Su had wholeheartedly helped her brother conduct a special interview on the Xiangshui Bay Project.
Chen Hei’s singing perfectly avoided all correct tones; every phrase veered unpredictably into the valleys.
He sensed a danger—the awareness of being locked onto as prey by a demon beast—an instinct honed through years of brutal, bloody battles with such creatures.
As the thunder dissipated, the head of the North Sea Divine Turtle emerged from its shell, shimmering with pearly light, seeming ready to transform.
“We have grown old; it is time to leave this circle. That is why I directed this great explosion as a farewell performance. From now on, there will be no more Blue Qilin or Pluto in this world. May I ask you a question?” the Blue Qilin suddenly said.
Lu Ying looked toward Zuo Haifeng with eyes full of disappointment. She called out “Master,” her voice calm, no longer filled with hope or fantasy as before.