Chapter 106: Meeting Feng Qianning Again

The figure was an elderly man clad in gray, his features indistinct. Perhaps to make it easier for his disciples to comprehend, his martial movements were slow and deliberate, accompanied by exquisite footwork that allowed every motion to be clearly observed.

Qin Yue focused intently, simultaneously guiding his shadow spirit to follow closely alongside the gray-clad elder, learning through exact replication.

At last, he discovered the true purpose of the shadow spirit: to repeatedly study the Fragmented Sky technique within the spiritual realm, while his physical self remained unaffected in the real world.

This was not a mere coincidence.

Fang Jue noticed Qin Hongyan’s hesitant expression and, understanding his concerns, signaled for the two prison guards to step aside.

A century passed in the blink of an eye. Throughout these hundred years, everything remained remarkably peaceful, with no significant events occurring. The covert attacks planned by the malevolent gods and the orthodox deities alike failed repeatedly, maintaining the status quo.

What troubled him most was that after several divinations, he still could not determine the whereabouts of Xue Thirteen; the celestial signs remained vague and elusive.

Across the starry expanse, all beings capable of witnessing or sensing this battle erupted with fervor, cheering and shouting in exhilaration, their emotions stirred and uplifted.

“Having seen this footage, I believe there’s no need for me to explain further,” Xu Zihao said.

Though his Heavenly Heart Jade Stone was incomplete, to others in this realm, it still represented a tremendous boon, capable of enhancing the combat prowess of the human race.

After settling into Shouzhiyuan Garden, Chongzhen truly came to appreciate the splendor of the southern lands. Every flower, every blade of grass, every stone and tree was crafted with unique artistry. The rustling bamboo throughout the garden brought peace and delight to all who lingered. Though not vast, the garden was exquisitely refined. It could not compare to the grandeur of the imperial gardens in Beijing, yet it possessed its own distinct charm.

Chu Liuyun’s gaze was icy cold, a stark contrast to the tender look he had cast at Wang Wan’er before leaving the Prime Minister’s residence.

Li Xiaoyao twisted his neck, slaying his physical body, then extracted his soul, holding it firmly in his palm until it dissipated into nothingness.

The palm wind howled, space trembled, and Ning Caichen felt the shadow of death looming so heavily that he was momentarily paralyzed.

After cycling through more than a dozen microcosms, Long Haitian felt his mind calm as did the spiritual energy within him. Only then did he produce the Infant Transformation Pill and swallow it in one gulp.

Ai Yonggui’s body trembled uncontrollably. The bones in his upper body had all been disassembled, agony piercing through him, yet on the surface, not a single wound was visible.

It had to be true—Li Fei realized that Nangong Tian was not joking. Was she truly destined to become a powerless woman, unloved and without influence, condemned to a lonely death within the palace walls?

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like the snow?” Teng Jun seemed to perceive Ning Fuchen’s thoughts.

The Zhao Kingdom also had eunuchs and appointed officials specifically to manage the palace guards and temple servants. This office was known as the Eunuch Command, currently headed by Miao Xian.

“Yes, although the founding of Izumo is relatively recent, its foundation is substantial. Young Master Yang has the opportunity to truly appreciate it,” Jiang Xinyu said with a radiant smile, sitting gracefully and with poise. Yang Er found her demeanor somewhat familiar but did not dwell on it.

At that moment, he sneered disdainfully, brazen and unrestrained, showing no intention of concealment.

Suddenly, a noise came from behind, like a warning signal, jolting me awake in an instant.

The first day of the first lunar month was a festival worth celebrating for the people of Zhao Kingdom who followed the Xia calendar. For the Yan Kingdom, which used the Zhou calendar, it was simply an ordinary beginning of the month.

Thus, a purge was bound to take place within the Pavilion of Fragrant Blossoms. This was only the prelude. No, it wasn't even a prelude. It could only be called a forewarning.

“Despicable! Using us as pawns to vie for power—how utterly vile!” Song Zhao, the Saint of Painting, slammed his hand on the table, his face dark with anger. The other painting saints also looked displeased.

Tonight, the Scarlet Gold Army stationed at the Changshi Mansion would withdraw, leaving the residence empty. A few days ago, Chu Xian had used the guise of inspecting the mansion to visit multiple times, having basically uncovered the location of the secret underground chambers concealed beneath the Changshi Mansion. Tonight, Chu Xian planned to enter these depths to seek out the Yin-Yang Illusion Divine Carp.