Chapter 44: Extinguish This Thought
Shen Ahuai’s face changed abruptly. “But Sister, she killed my child… If I don’t avenge this hatred, I…”
Lu Qingqing reached out to calm Shen Ahuai’s agitation. How could she not understand how deeply Shen Ahuai hated Jiang Jiuyue after losing her child?
But—
…
Since he had spoken, Guo Dalou could only listen. If he pressed further, Yan Qi would glare at him.
Dong Yixin patted the head of the spotted leopard, signaling it could leave. The leopard nodded ever so slightly and walked to the front of the sika deer, then looked back at Dong Yixin.
Though the aerial highways were vast and open, their flight paths were mostly the same, after all, these roads had been developed by humans for safety.
But when she thought about how, if her parents didn’t sell her, they would be eaten, Lulu made no more fuss.
With so many cultivators under the Supreme Void Sect, finding four injured ones who met the criteria was not difficult. It was just that Elder Duanliang, proud of the Supreme Void, felt stung by Feng Jun’s seemingly casual remark and so responded as he did.
The Nether Dragon raised its head and roared at the sky, speaking in human tongue: “I have waited for you for so long!” Its eyes fixed on Du Qianjie and Ai Ye. It would never forget the scene in the Domain of Dominion, where Ai Ye fought Ming Mei and was slain by the Shadow-biting Dragon. Old grudges and new hatreds surged together.
“Chen Miao, leave him. He’s an impostor. He killed my brother, and also killed Master Jingyang.” Chen Lin pointed at me as he spoke.
Judging by Wang Wumei’s wailing words as she was taken away, she had given herself to Officer Sun, and tempted him with a jade pendant, which persuaded him to release the kidnapper.
Song Shifeng looked utterly grim. He never imagined that a simple trip home would cost him over seventy million.
Before Song Jiaojiao could dwell on it, the staff had already walked over with a beaming smile and handed her the clue.
Fighting was normal, but if not a single person in the group could remain calm, she would need to toughen her training.
Luo Wanmei nodded. As one of the top jewelers in Yelang Province, she naturally had her own master carver, and a rather skilled one at that.
At the main gate of Aoki Courtyard, Mei Yang and her four senior brothers were about to set out for Qingli Hall. Being still in the early stages of her cultivation, without a fitting weapon—and even if she had one, she knew nothing of swordsmanship—Mei Yang would, for this journey, once again rely on Ji Yeli to guide her as they flew on his Azure Radiance.
“Who says this isn’t your home? In the future, it will be your home as well.” As Dongfang Yu spoke, he walked toward her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and gazed intently into her beautiful eyes, as though trying to see into the depths of her heart.
“So, Dongfang Yu, you insist on accepting his invitation? Then I’ll grant your wish—let that place become your grave!” Night Feijue declared, a gleam of darkness flashing in his eyes.
“I’m old, I’m old—there’s no denying it.” Old Huang forced a bitter smile. After only a brief exchange with the Ink Scholar, he had been utterly defeated.
He was a young man, not more than twenty-five, with long hair and a blue robe, exuding immortal grace. His aura would surge and recede, at times as overwhelming as a mountain’s collapse, at others as silent as the void, not letting slip the smallest trace. Such was the depth of his power, the subtlety of his control.
Dressed in a white suit, silver-haired Night Feijue strode toward them, the corner of his lips curling into a cold smile.
“All right, I’ll sell it!” The man in the suit nodded. Having long frequented the jade markets, he knew quite a bit about the price of jadeite, and this offer was about right.
“Sister Mei Yang, look!” Tang Xiaomo nudged Mei Yang with his elbow, signaling the drowsy Mei Yang to look at the stage. She snapped her eyes open, gazed blankly ahead, and saw Dugu Zisi step to the center with a smile, apparently about to share her unique insights.