Above Qingqiu, Chapter 67

The roots of this Soul-Devouring Divine Tree burrowed deep beneath the earth, while its branches stretched above ground. This sort of sacred wood was exceedingly rare, and even in the Ancient Immortal City, such a tree was as rare as a phoenix feather or a qilin horn. Bai Zongnan intended to bring this treasure back and plant it, hoping it might prove invaluable one day.

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Bai Zongnan returned to his room with Lin Xiyue. She nestled in his embrace. Yet, despite the multitude of rational voices, the mainstream still condemned the Lahe Group, but the sickening words that Bai Su had been exposed to were still all too many. Her friend, “Paopao,” hadn’t logged on for over a month. Their last conversation was before the city tournament, when “Paopao” had shared the good news about participating in the KPL. As for the organizers’ water, they weren’t sure if it had been drugged or not, but what they could say with absolute certainty was that their own captain was in heat.

Traces of time and space lingered. The last time Ye Jiangchuan had fought Sima Taiji, he had spent decades in that dreamscape. Though his appearance was unchanged, a subtle senescence clung to him. Atop that mountain range stood a lofty ridge, where hundreds of cultivators blocked the path ahead. Sparks danced upon the silver needles, and Tian Chao leapt half a meter into the air from flat ground, writhing like a snake in spasm.

Suddenly, he saw something pale and white lying on its back just ahead. If his spiritual sense hadn’t detected its presence, he might never have known how he died. Lu Xieyi somersaulted up, forgetting she was still in her pajamas and barefoot, and flung the door wide open.

She had once served the god of nature, Nora, but now worshipped the “Eternal God” Cyril Adrien; her entire existence was to please him. The twelfth-rank Pure World White Lotus manifested, its fortune qi flowing, endless mysterious light bursting forth to shroud the sky and shake the cosmos.

Aleksei Herman sat beside her, his face grave, body taut, staring straight ahead, gaze fixed on the marquis kneeling on the red carpet—Cyril Adrien. In the days that followed, royal decrees issued from Chaoge, and soon after, countless temples of the Three Teachings within the last territories of Shang were destroyed, while endless conscripted laborers marched toward the capital.

The servants in the mansion brought over the luggage and asked how it should be arranged. Luo Qiu instructed them to set it aside and dismissed them.

Zhu Jianshen sipped his tea, enjoying the massage from his beautiful lady Wan Zhen’er, while in his mind he pondered—how to actively promote the use of local fertilizers and pesticides. After some hesitation, I picked up the embroidered shoe. Its exquisite craftsmanship made the red upon it seem as if it would bleed, frightening me so much I threw it into the trash can.

In truth, traveling from the outer Great Wall at Wanquan Commandery to the inner wall, if one stayed in the wild, slaughtering every commoner encountered, safety could be assured. But to pass without alerting the defenses of Wanquan Commandery even in the slightest—such a notion was pure fantasy.

Luo Qiu calculated on her fingers once more. The divination indicated that Sun Ziyu’s sought-after person was right before her eyes. Right before her eyes? She glanced at Doctor Tian, who was approaching with a bag of freshly prepared medicine. Could Doctor Tian be Sun Ziyu’s father?

Jiang Cheng was about to speak when he felt a sudden gust sweep past him. He turned and was shocked to his core—Han Shui’s posture looked as if she was about to gouge out Han Zhong’s eyes.

Then again, even if such things did exist, they were probably scattered and fragmented beyond recognition.

Mu Yan, in a secluded spot, let her fiery red hair fall over her eyes, her entire being radiating blazing spiritual energy.

Su Yuhang said, “If you’re not my master, why did you suddenly get so strict about my physical training?” His face carried a hint of grievance, as if being forced to rise so early had disturbed his sweet dreams.