Chapter 66 Ugly Enough to Ward Off Evil Spirits

Ji Chenling sneered, "You stay awake in the middle of the night, sneak into the boys' dormitory, just to talk nonsense?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yanyan bit her lower lip, then walked over to the light switch and pressed it.

The dormitory instantly lit up brightly.

She had not forgotten her ultimate purpose for running over tonight.

Looking at Ji Chenling's peerlessly handsome face, Jiang Yanyan's heart thumped wildly. Swallowing hard, she walked up to him. Her face though—

The two discussed for a long time, and in the end they were both quite happy. Presumably, they already had a plan in mind.

An Wei remained unhurried. With a flick of her wrist, a streak of golden light flew out from her sleeve, piercing straight through the foremost blood demon.

When Qian Tianya woke up, it was already the next morning. He sat up on the bed in the back room, discovering that his injuries had improved significantly. Feeling somewhat startled and suspicious, he pushed the door open and walked out.

Hao Tian gave a grand wave of his hand, and dense piles of white immortal stones materialized before him. Seeing this, the gatekeepers' faces turned pale with shock.

"Uncle Ying! You mustn't be anything-you!" Liu Sisi hurriedly produced several kinds of healing medicinal pills for Ying Wuye to take. She then felt his chest, discovering that although he was severely injured, his heart meridian was not severed and his breath remained. It seemed he had escaped disaster thanks to the formidable resilience of his beast body.

"Sigh, another hothead. This mission is extremely dangerous; I'm afraid it's a one-way trip with no return." Watching Yiyang's departing back, an inner sect disciple shook his head helplessly.

"Are there any other questions?" Song Ting's gaze swept across the faces of Song Jiang, Yan Qing, Wu Yong, Yang Xiong, Hu Sanniang, and the others one by one, giving off the distinct vibe of a leader asking subordinates questions before adjourning a meeting.

Simply put, "seeking the Dao" means forgetting one's physical form, casting aside one's cleverness, breaking free from the shackles of body and intellect, and merging into oneness with the Great Dao.

Watching the five-colored sword light drawing ever closer, Liu Sisi's expression remained completely calm. She rolled her eyes at Ying Sheng and said, "Senior Ying, who wants to be companions with you in the Underworld! You can go if you want, but I certainly don't want to die like this." Thinking of Xue Hanjiang, a trace of sweet, gentle a smile appeared on her face.

Chi Wanren had a much easier time. Utilizing his natal magical treasure, the Armillary Sphere, he summoned the generals of the Twenty-Eight Mansions. With the assistance of those stellar generals, Chi Wanren's excavation progress was astonishingly fast, drawing sideways glances of awe. His relaxed and leisurely demeanor as he fanned himself also provoked looks of envy from many disciples.

That man—the man named Zhou Yanqing—why was he so exceptionally different toward his wife? Why had he sent New Year goods before the year ended, and why was he making a special, far-flung trip to deliver things right in the middle of the Spring Festival?

Xia Chiwan was unwilling to give birth to the child in the Great Jin Kingdom, especially under the watchful eyes of the Seventeenth Prince.

Empress Zhu had offended all the imperial concubines and consorts in the entire inner palace; how could those women let the Fifth Princess have an easy time? Under such circumstances, no matter whose care the Fifth Princess was placed under, she could not escape the fate of being plotted against.

A wisp of tender affection surged into her heart in the blink of an eye. Compared to this, those major matters down below, and the trivialities of etiquette that she used to regard so heavily, were now truly of no consequence, even utterly insignificant.

After lunch, Gu Hanhao gathered everyone into the meeting room to hold a brief meeting.

Wang Yanzhi first let out a deep sigh, then cleared her throat and began explaining the events of the past two months to Gu Hanhao.

Wu Shi had made thorough and crystal-clear inquiries: those on duty in the yamen, if sent out on official errands—no matter who invited them or what task they performed—how could those on duty possibly fail to reap generous benefits?

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei killed with mounting excitement. Although exhausted, their blades, spear tips, iron armor, and faces were drenched in blood. This only stirred up their intense battle intent, making them oblivious to fatigue, feeling only that there were never enough enemies.

Under the sunlight, all was well. Order was restored; although the marketplace was desolate, people had settled back into their usual routines.