114 The Rising Sun
The vanguard of the Dragon-Lion clan panted, a low hiss emanating from its throat. It flicked its long, scarlet tongue to lick its lips. This was ambergris! Just a small amount would grant immense benefits and allow one to break through to a higher realm. Such a supreme treasure was rarely encountered. To think that one really existed here—and it was the incomparably precious herb known as ambergris, worth a king's ransom.
"Swish!"
Mo Li was, in his own way, quite tolerant of him; at the very least, this time he did not say anything truly harsh to Lin Xueyao. He had successfully managed to control himself.
Zhu Houhuang held a noble status and naturally would not charge at the very front, but he had deployed all those around him. Wang Zhi and Yu Dayou led Zhu Houhuang’s personal guards to the forefront, while the county militia followed behind.
Dr. Zhou, unable to cure Bai Sheng and finding it difficult to inform Bai Lecheng, felt a heavy heart. With his medicine chest on his back, he walked with a stumbling gait out of the porridge kitchen.
However, the lower reaches of the Oujiang River were still quite deep, reaching over ten meters in some places. Even the current port of Wenzhou had a depth of six or seven meters, so ocean-going vessels generally faced no obstacles.
The hour of the Rat was approaching. From time to time, the mournful cries of partridges drifted from the valley, lingering for a long time. A chill wind blew, and Yun Zhen suddenly felt a shiver of dread.
"How is it? How do you feel?" With these words, he let go. The stump-tailed mouse, like a cat that had caught the scent of fish, leaped twice and landed on Lang Yu's shoulder.
As Lei Xiu and the others ate their meal, they pondered the conversation between the two old gentlemen. The incident mentioned earlier regarding the doctor who killed his patients was perhaps worth investigating; there might be a connection between the haunting in the hospital and the doctor's crimes.
The Great Emperor Zhenwu looked at Zhang Buling with an intrigued gaze, his expression filled with unmistakable malice.
Gentlemen, you have surely realized by now that this fortune-teller was none other than Bai Hua, a friend of Lu Siniang's master, Zhou Tong.
The Cui estate was also home to the Cui clan school. Although it was a clan school, it was not only those surnamed Cui who were eligible to enroll; the Cui family accepted any child willing to come. As school let out, many bright-eyed children with rosy lips and white teeth came running out, chattering away.
The man standing tall atop the mountain peak ignored the atrocities committed by the Shenghai people, his own men launching a frenzied assault and engaging in a brutal struggle with the enemy.
Nodding to Liang Yun, Bai Xueqing, and the others, Xiao Ningsu prepared to return to the Second Heaven. Having survived another external mission and become well-acquainted, no one would regard Xiao Ningsu as an outsider anymore. In the illusion array of the Sand Sea, she had forcefully defeated a treacherous cultivator of the Zuo Mei sect, and her strength was plain for all to see; who would dare to doubt her?
Seeing the atmosphere soften, Cheng Xu looked at Chen Xiaolu, who had remained silent throughout, and said with a touch of heartache—though he appeared to be a playboy, he truly doted on this younger sister of his.
"Ora, has Master been researching transmutation spells lately?" Although an artificial soul in a construct does not experience the emotion of curiosity, recording information related to its master and showing concern for their every move were directives hard-coded into its artificial soul.
Rather, it was because he understood himself well enough to have anticipated Naruto's response early on. This was coupled with a desire to take slight revenge and tease "Naruto"—who had just been showing off the fact that he was "Uzumaki Hinata's"—by using "Hinata's" hands to retaliate when Naruto retorted without thinking.
Yawning daintily, Xiao Ningsu revealed a rare hint of allure. Many disciples with unsteady wills stole glances at her, but she was too lazy to glare back. Let them look; it wouldn't cost her a piece of flesh.
Bei Lan’s heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly sent men to search, but the two seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Dongfang Qingyun, who was about to drink, froze with his wine cup in mid-air, staring at Yang Xuan in astonishment, unable to comprehend what he was doing.