Side Story 2

Returning to Eastern City, after leaving behind a group of Daoist nuns as "healing" medicine, Shanshan spent some effort sending his other wives away before going off to attend to official business.

All the Candle Dragon hunters looked at each other. In each other's eyes, they saw the other's thoughts, as well as their own.

Hua Mian, however, seemed not to notice him. Fixing her gaze somewhere else, she said to Lingyue, "Ah-Yue, wait for a moment, I'll be right back." Ignoring Pei Gongcuo's jealous expression, she walked straight into the "First-Rate Residence" ahead.

The light barrier flickered slightly, and the two figures vanished into the void. Tang Tian emerged from the shadows, watching the spot where they had disappeared with a face full of envy.

Yue Wuchang was struggling internally as well. How was he supposed to explain this to Xier? How could he even bring it up?

Then there was the arrogant, wild Prairie Blazing Hero, Fire and Smoke, one of the four pillars of the Heroes' Shrine. This Fire and Smoke was a forty-year-old uncle who had already been a veteran member of the Heroes' Shrine in the previous game, *Realm of Obsession*. He possessed his own unique understanding of the swordsman class, newly introduced by the gods.

At the Prince Meng's Mansion, Shanshan cordially met with the two Quanzhen elders, Lu Fengzi and Yu Chanzi. The Quanzhen Sect had previously dispatched these two elders along with five hundred elite masters to strongly support Zhang Shanshan. However, these people had not left afterward; instead, more had arrived, taking up permanent residence in the area because they still had a mission to preach their faith.

Everyone watched as Spring Grass carried the children out. Both babies were fair, chubby, and extremely adorable. Not frightened by the crowd at all, their large eyes rolled around lively, making everyone fall instantly in love with them.

Ouyang Jing gritted her teeth, her voice trembling as she said, "I am staying! My master's grace is higher than the heaven and deeper than the sea, and I am no different from my senior brothers or biological siblings. There is no reason for me to flee alone!" Her breathtakingly beautiful face was filled with unwavering determination.

"Are you leaving now?" Junlan said as she stood up, lifting her foot to thoroughly stamp out the unburned campfire before her, plunging the surroundings back into darkness.

Seeing the incoming arrow, Long Aotian waited until it drew close before using his dragon aura to gradually dissipate its momentum. Then, leaping above the archer, he unleashed the "Flashing Dragon Ascends to Heaven" from the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragons, striking downward from above.

Zhou Tian was already furious. Seeing that Chen Jiang河 didn't even bother to figure out what was going on before throwing punches, his own anger flared up as well.

Only a few minutes passed before the sound of police sirens echoed. Looking in the rearview mirror, one could see four or five traffic police cars and motorcycles.

Today, the main branch of the Zhengque Restaurant was closed entirely to host these guests who had traveled from afar.

This miraculous phenomenon lasted for a full three days. Throughout these three days, the birds and beasts within a radius of several miles, as well as Qi-refining cultivators seeking treasures, were so terrified that they immediately fled far away.

This military commander made up his mind to thoroughly suck up to these three individuals. Now that an opportunity to ingratiate himself had presented itself, he naturally had to pull out all the stops to save face! Gritting his teeth inwardly, he was already prepared to spend his entire life's savings just to serve these three properly.

Only halfway through her words, Yuxiang immediately regretted it. How could she have let a moment of emotional stirring cause her to blurt out all her innermost thoughts?

Before Tang Zong could even react, the old man was kicked sprawling to the ground by Wu Jiu. Immediately following that, the butts of several rifles mercilessly pummeled Tang Zong, fracturing the old man's bones in over a dozen places.

Su Chuan and the others did not witness this scene. The moment they stepped through that door, a desolate, damp aura immediately assailed them. Pitch black at first, the space instantly lit up the moment they appeared.

Upon entering the first tier of Qi-refining, the body undergoes a marrow-cleansing transformation. It becomes capable of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to sustain bodily functions, eliminating the need for mortal grains, and grants an average lifespan of around two hundred years.

Zhao Wan had zero desire to engage with her, only to notice that everyone around them was watching, ears perked up in eager anticipation.

Ye Hongfeng pushed away the corpse of the black-robed cultivator with an indifferent expression. Perhaps not long ago, his friend or relative had died at this man's hand, but those people had only brought it upon themselves. Ever since entering the forest, he had been targeted by the Ji family; either the Ji family members died, or he did.

As his divine sense spread outward, the surrounding fog acted like thick, viscous sludge, squeezing and hindering its further expansion. Every inch his divine sense expanded brought an extra surge of piercing pain—a mental agony akin to being bitten by a thousand ants.

Then, a black crystal flew down from the sky, striking the intelligence gatherer on the head. Wincing in pain, the intelligence gatherer's face immediately lit up with joy: black crystal, a unique product of the radiation zone.

The figure was dressed in a red garment, with flower petals scattered along the hem of her skirt. Her delicate shoulders were slightly exposed, and her vermillion lips parted in a gentle wave. That smile was like a soul-capturing spell, deeply hooking the souls of those spirit beasts.

Knowing he was no match for it in direct combat, Ye Hongfeng grabbed Feng Ranran's wrist and escaped the cave while the creature was in a frenzy.

"If you want to leave, you'll have to get past me first." Yang Mingming intercepted Fen Lei, a trace of coldness in the depths of her eyes. Even her gaze toward Lan Qi had changed.

Morning brought not a shred of chill. The bloody moon still hung in the sky, devoid of any morning moisture, and the air was thick with the distinct, fishy stench of insects. Morning was merely morning in the subjective sense, morning according to the human biological clock.

Otherwise, that previous incident—where people were directly murdered in front of the teachers and students of Lixing Academy and Lingxiao Academy—would never have happened.

Ye Tian felt rather helpless. The mystery of the Heavenly Gate lay in the fact that its own disciples knew absolutely nothing about their sect, a detail that truly made Ye Tian sigh with emotion.

Ye Chen undid the seal within Shen Junru's body and circulated his spiritual power through her system once more. Finding no abnormalities, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Rinsing her mouth with some clean water she had scavenged earlier while untying the strap around his arm, Qu Qingran heroically wiped her mouth with her sleeve before finding the breath to retort.

These two young masters were currently among the most prominent figures in Donghai. Such confrontations were completely unseen on ordinary days.

Fang Zheng understood him—or more accurately, understood Xiao Zhanwang's intention: before the grand competition, there were to be no more inter-clan fights; everything would be settled within the competition itself.