(62) Infiltrating the Laboratory
"Xiaofeng, I want to eat dumplings~" Liu Yi, though just satiated, found her appetite returning and called out loudly toward the outside of the wooden house.
Liang Zuanzhu gazed intently at the view beyond the space, his icy, bewitching avian eyes shimmering with a chilling light that seemed to pierce the soul.
He had observed already that these self-proclaimed nobles were physically no different from ordinary people.
Suddenly, he heard Liu Yi’s voice.
His expression shifted, ripples stirring within him, and the cold severity in his gaze melted away, becoming as delicate and gentle as spider silk.
"Why was he perfectly fine when I left?" As soon as she heard her father was in trouble, Wen Lanyi grew anxious and questioned hurriedly.
Cheng Donglin was momentarily stunned, not expecting Xu Fu to answer him in such a way. This old fiend had just been boasting of his vast experience, yet now seemed utterly deflated.
"Thank you." The Celestial Musician nodded silently to Chen Kuang, then stepped aside to begin repairing the ancient zither with her spiritual power.
An hour later, all the people of the Hundred Herbs Sect had gathered in the main street of Apricot Blossom Ridge, each one resembling a ravenous wolf with reddened eyes, constantly sizing up the shops, restaurants, even temples and apricot groves along the way.
“Oh dear.” Finally arriving at the main entrance of the Ling Sect headquarters, Miss An put down the heavy bag filled with papayas with great effort, exhaling softly.
"Junior, think it over, I’ll go ahead." Not far away, a few young men were calling for Liang Jason—apparently acquaintances—so they had no choice but to leave first.
"Young Master Qin, you truly understand tea. Using this Zihua Crystal to store Star Tea preserves the very essence of this treasure." The Black and White Demon seemed deeply moved, growing more affable toward Qin Wuji.
The envoy from Yue did indeed hire warriors in Xinzheng, and at the time of the incident, one of them managed to escape unscathed.
Nangong Moyun’s white robe swayed gently; his black hair floated softly, and a golden light shimmered at the center of his brow, making him appear like a piece of exquisite jade.
She fell back onto her pillow, gasping for breath, recalling all she had witnessed in her dream. Her whole body trembled—what kind of dream had that been? Who was that figure in the dream? Was it truly just a dream? Why had she been plagued by such a terrifying nightmare without cause?
She knew well that he could suppress his opponent’s powers, yet she still placed such faith in herself, thinking she was an exception as a subordinate of the Supreme One. In truth, it was nothing but self-deception.
The Red Demon King was tending to her wounds; she had been gravely injured by Ye Qianzhong’s sword. The strike was fearsome, but even while concealing her strength, she had remained on guard against him.
As I gradually calmed down, the ever-present din grew louder and more chaotic. It was as if I were lying in the very heart of a bustling marketplace.
It would be different if I returned home. The Chen family had electric barriers all around, and their usual bodyguards as well, so there shouldn’t be any problems.
Among them was the familiar White Registrar, Bai Xun. Although he wore a white mask, I recognized the Tang blade slung across his back.
Zhuzi said I might well be a candidate for the next Sect Master. After all, my master is still in his prime, and though I became a disciple relatively late, I would have ample time to compete.
Moreover, after this period of research into spiritual arrays, my formation skills had improved. At the very least, my understanding had deepened considerably.
For the first time, Yamamoto felt utterly powerless. That a whole nation could be threatened by a single martial artist was something he’d never imagined.
Looking at the things he handed to me, I was left speechless, for I knew that by bringing me in, he too would gain some benefit.
But unexpectedly, the old man fell less than two meters from us. Lying on his back, his weary eyes happened to catch sight of us concealed in the shadows.
If he wasn’t there, who could tell what his mother might say or do? If she tried to force her away, Shen Yaohua might harbor resentment toward their entire family.