Chapter 47: Gouging the Eyes

Night fell.

Lu Xi was fast asleep, completely unaware that Ji Chenling, who should have been sleeping in the other bed, had vanished.

In another room,

Cheng Xu was fast asleep when the temperature in the room suddenly plummeted. He turned over, pulling his foot back under the covers.

Instead of fading, the chill intensified.

Shivering, Cheng Xu woke with a start. He muttered a string of foul curses under his breath, then turned over again, preparing to fall back asleep.

"Let's hear it, what are your opinions? I want to hear your thoughts!" Zhao Feng sighed, sweeping his gaze across the crowd before speaking.

"Not yet, but this person headed west, while that Yimo headed south!" the embroidered uniform guard reported.

Just as everyone pinned their hopes on him, his upward momentum slowed. Reaching his limit, he plummeted downward at breakneck speed, plunging into the water in the blink of an eye.

Stumbling, Chu Qianjun scrambled up from the ground, dizzy and panicked, as Lu Yunfei's palm strike—sharp as a sword and swift as a blade—transformed into a blur of afterimages.

Realizing they had lost, yet grateful that their opponent had spared their lives, the three men cupped their fists and stepped down from the martial arena on their own accord. Throughout this, Jiang Hai did not block them or strike again; his display was meant to establish dominance and vent his frustration, not to take lives.

He suddenly felt a slight headache. Conspiracies shrouded the Yanzhou cultivation world, and as the chief disciple of the Singing Sword Sect, he bore an unshirkable responsibility.

Not to mention the myriad variations of the techniques, with every move differing drastically from the last—predicting them in advance was practically impossible.

Catching it, Ye Hetu immediately took a look. It was a bottle, though what was contained inside, no one knew.

"Although I know the answers to your questions, I cannot tell you. You must discover them for yourself; otherwise, it will do your growth no good," Qing'er said in Zhao Feng's mind.

The living beings capable of attending the Dao-Discussion Assembly were the elites of the Primordial World. Having them willingly become one's disciples would also be of immense benefit to a saint.

Because Lü Qinghan also believed that Ye Guchen's current severe injuries stemmed from his arrogance—unhealed, he had recklessly spoken of striking, only to end up in such a sorry state.

Yet his gaze remained extremely bright as he looked upon the sword scar on the cliff ahead, plunging back into deep comprehension.

Han Jing wore a white dress, her long hair draped casually over her shoulders, making her look pure and sweet, whereas Yang Zhongfeng clearly looked as though he had carefully dressed up before coming.

"That's fine, as long as you all keep it a secret for me," Duleisi said softly.

This was something Yang Shiqing should have done, yet Song Jin had preempted him and carried it out thoroughly. Naturally, Mu Wanyi had no pleasant expression to spare for Yang Shiqing, who felt quite helpless. How could someone else's flattery be blamed on him? Remaining silent, he tried to walk around to the passenger side, only to be rebuffed by Mu Wanyi's sharp, girlish command to sit in the back.

"Hahaha, taste the corpse-burning fire I've newly comprehended!" As soon as Uncle Xuanhuang finished speaking, he paid no more heed to the Protector rolling on the ground in agony, sprinting instead toward the fortress, punching directly through the earthen wall, dragging Yang Shiqing out, and bolting toward the cave entrance.

Suddenly, a surge of information flooded into his mind—it was transmitted by the Black Tortoise. As Ye Mo tried to digest the information, he gradually understood the cause and effect of the entire matter.

Right at that moment, Fan Xiuzhe overheard the conversation between the two men walking ahead of him, and they were discussing him.

Thus, he closed his eyes as well, resuming the absorption of spiritual energy to nourish the pulse spirits within his body.

He was clad in armor and wore a helmet, looking heroic and vigorous. Yet, with every stride he took like a dragon or a tiger, he seemed to lack a certain majestic aura.

The Ministry of Rites and the Directorate for Imperial Regalia still had nearly two months to prepare, which was plenty of time. Besides, given the previous precedent with Princess Yancheng, the Fifth Prince's Manor had already been completely renovated and now only required a bit of decoration, leaving both Wei Jindu and Xue Dengting feeling quite relaxed.