Chapter 66: Julie’s Utter Disgrace

Perhaps this is the charm of a true foodie... She thought only of eating, caring only that this woman was delaying her meal.

“You really are a country bumpkin. Don’t you know who I am?”

“And why should I know who you are?”

“I’m a celebrity! Julie.”

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So it was that, merely three days after Chu Tao’s arrival at the Yin Gui Sect, the three great demon sects were once again united under a single banner.

The sound of dripping water ceased. Ling emerged from the bathroom, barefoot and draped in a loosely tied robe, a hint of spring radiance escaping with her every step.

The butler’s oil lamp creaked in his hand, its light pooling like restless water—flickering, unstable—casting a long, wavering shadow behind Qin Jiu.

The night Alice spent at Saintfire Village’s Ruins Academy was the most peaceful and restful sleep Li Jian had ever known.

For example, people all grow old. However mighty you are, even if you were Wu Song himself, could you still climb a mountain and slay a tiger when you’re seventy? Could you still raid villagers? Could you still drive back imperial soldiers?

The immortal felt his arm bones crack and splinter, clearly broken in several places. There was no time for defense or relief; struggling, he rolled sideways and plunged headlong into the spatial vortex.

In that moment, he saw only the Typhoon Sword, Du Gu Si, pinned to the wall. Her face was ashen; her fate, uncertain.

When the five guiding beams of light faded, it was as though they had merely crossed to the far side of the mountain. The scenery in the eyes of the five companions was now distinct from that of the Sixth Heaven, Xuan Heaven—the picturesque mountains and rivers became clearer, their forms gaining sharp definition.

She said nothing, making no attempt to explain that she truly just wanted to eat what was before her, not advancing or retreating with ulterior motive. It was simply unnecessary.

As she spoke, she gently shook the bone in her hand, producing a series of crisp cracks and pops.

If this were a plot by the Pei family, naturally they would have sent Pei Yingying to Xiao Che’s chamber. Why, then, had it become Xiao Cheng instead?

Now that they were parting ways, divorcing, this supplementary card would serve as compensation—a memento of their meeting, a farewell to what had ended, a token to remember by.

Seeing her indifferent attitude, Lu Yichen found nothing to say. As he was about to sit down, he noticed Zixuan nearby, her brows furrowed in concern.

Even Liu Su was left dazed and shaken. Compared to Bi Fang and the others, Liu Su, as a native of Shanjian City, had long heard the legendary name of the Great Sage and knew far more than the rest. Yet even she, for all her knowledge, had only heard tales—nothing compared to witnessing it herself now.

When Shaohua saw Xie Zhen, whom she hadn’t seen in ages, suddenly address her, she understood—perhaps Xie Zhen knew something.

“Second Madam, you undoubtedly understand the stakes here better than this old servant,” Granny Mo murmured softly.

Lü Zhuo had succeeded—brilliantly holding back fifty thousand troops from Jingzhou. Yet Kuai Yue had now appeared in Guiyang Commandery.

“Don’t tell me he’s not here—don’t use that excuse again! You’ve already tried it once!” Cheng Haian enunciated each word. Though she lacked strength, her presence brooked no doubt.

With every exchange, the halo of light peeled away, until at last it dissolved entirely. Before them, they saw a figure clad in snow-white armor and bearing a long sword descend slowly from the air. Even with eyes closed, his steadfastness and greatness could be felt.

Lin Xinxin gave him a grateful nod. The door closed again. The two bodyguards, noticing only that the person being watched had changed, paid it no mind—one even showed concern for the unfortunate nurse who seemed to have suffered food poisoning.

Zuo Tong spat a mouthful of blood. As the leader withdrew his sword, Zuo Tong collapsed to the ground, blood spreading beneath him.

His air of mystery piqued the curiosity even of Rou Yun, whose heart was as calm as still water. This man was inscrutable—she could only wonder about him. Unfortunately, she disliked venturing down the mountain. After this duel, it was likely their paths would never cross again.