Volume 1 Chapter 47: She Was Born a Child of the Underworld

Chuguang watched as the mountain spirit grew larger and larger in front of her, revealing its blood-red maw wide enough to swallow her whole in a single gulp.

She spat out a mouthful of blood, having reached her absolute limit.

"Chuguang, run!"

An invisible ghost nearby shrieked, only to be dragged away by a chain.

Just as the mountain spirit flew forward and its gaping mouth engulfed Chuguang entirely, Su Meng, who had originally intended to offer a few words of apology, looked at the situation and decided there was no need for her to say anything superfluous at all.

The jade talisman she always carried with her had become exceptionally translucent, completely devoid of any impurities. It was said that jade worn for a long time inevitably acquired a spiritual essence capable of protecting its owner.

As the cultivation of the three elders and the baptism of the five disciples commenced, the entire space fell into a profound silence.

Listening to Misha's words, Joyce remained seemingly unconcerned as she sat there, casually picking up a glass of red wine and taking a leisurely sip.

Sure enough, she had guessed right. Wuyi instinctively glanced sideways at Yinluo. Had she been addressing anyone else, the retort "I never had any intention of trying to cozy up to you people" would undoubtedly have slipped right off her tongue.

"Alright, let's go," Han Guang said. At that moment, sensing the dense spiritual energy permeating the air, he felt that this was indeed an extraordinary place—abundant in heaven and earth's spiritual energy, and remarkably refreshing.

However, just as he was about to lift the door curtain, a deep yellow flame suddenly plummeted from the sky, directly blasting Meng Long backward.

"We run an open business, not a charity for the arrogant. With so many dignitaries in this world, if we had to tolerate every single one of them, how could our shop possibly stay open?" Xu Fang smiled and said.

Hearing Ning Xu's words, Ning Liulin's eyes widened in disbelief... Following Ning Xu's line of reasoning, she had ordered her subordinates to conduct an investigation, only to discover in the end that a crucial link was missing.

Zheng Han knew it all too well, and he could vividly imagine that at the critical juncture when Lin Anqi was hanging by a thread, he had been indulging in pleasure on Shangguan Wenjing's body.

Nanako Matsushima took the coat from Sora Aoi's hands. Even in the height of summer, the forest remained bitterly cold.

He suddenly recalled Lisa, whom he had once cherished like a precious jewel—equally beautiful and equally haughty, yet Lisa had never once considered things from his perspective, not even in the slightest.

All four divine beasts were simultaneously overturned by Ye Jin's force. Immediately following that, the blade in Ye Jin's hand flashed like lightning as he fiercely slashed toward one of the beasts, only to be blocked by a silvery stream of light spewed from its mouth.

In particular, he felt his mental state was much better than before, no longer listless, and his body seemed filled with an inexhaustible surge of energy.

An Zaiyou looked at Chen Haoran through tear-filled eyes. At this moment, Chen Haoran appeared in his vision like a deity descending, bathed in a halo of holy light.

Stepping out of the stairwell, a biting cold wind poured down their collars. The snow was falling heavier now, countless snowflakes scattering like a sudden rainstorm, brushing against their cheeks and melting into icy water.

"What brings Senior Brother Wei to my humble dwelling? How may I be of service?" Although they had previously cooperated, Wei Yi had not offered any help at the time, and after entering the inner courtyard, Qi Xuanyi had never contacted him again. Wei Yi's initiative to visit came as quite a surprise to Qi Xuanyi.

Ye Jin was profoundly learned and well-read, broadening Qingyao's horizons immensely. Imperceptibly, Qingyao began to develop a favorable impression of him, and their relationship started sliding toward a dangerous precipice.

"To put it bluntly, it's just about loyalty. Why must you wrap it up in incomprehensible jargon? That's why I call you an idiot," Muyunyan complained, finally understanding Ye Ziang's intentions. Cultivating bonds with someone among these people was indeed a time-consuming and exhausting endeavor; it would be far better to put this matter aside until after the Dragon Gate Tournament.