Chapter 112: The Guide Attains Sainthood

“Heaven forsakes the West!”

The two senior brothers, Jieyin and Zhunti, pondered briefly and immediately grasped the gravity of their situation.

On the surface, it appeared to be the ancestral faith spreading its virtues, but in truth, it was a battle of doctrines. The earthly path and the heavenly way clashed head-on, shifting from initial passive defense to active offense.

Though inconspicuous at the moment, the two were renowned throughout the primordial world, vital components within the fabric of the heavenly way.

“The Witch Clan, the Earth Goddess,

“All right, Wu Qin, wait for me—I’m coming right away.” After speaking, Liu Yifan hung up and hurried out of the café.

The elderly lady in the sleeveless long dress from Baise pursed her lips, casting a glance at the older woman in the blue striped short-sleeve shirt who had just spoken. That lady was quite peculiar; under such a stare, she immediately shrank back.

“This should spark some lively discussion, right?” Su Xian’er hesitated before speaking. In her past life, she had watched that British series, which had deeply impressed her. If it were adapted into an animated short, it would undoubtedly be a masterpiece.

Judging by the mood of the man in black, he seemed incredibly pleased. Without a word, he swept Ning Jin into a princess carry.

“There can’t be more than this number, right?” Dean held up his hand, pointing to his five fingers.

Above Yuanqiao Immortal Mountain, an illusion appeared like a mirage. The three strange figures among the cultivators were almost nonexistent; even if glimpsed, they became a fleeting legend of the mountain.

Did they truly believe they could defeat them? Why struggle in vain?

“Mei Duo, thank you!” Ye An’an was indeed tired. She handed her suitcase to Mei Duo for tidying up, yawned, and went upstairs to bathe.

“I think Gao Lingrou might have issues. She seems concerned on the surface but makes me feel like she wants me gone—from this team,” Yan Qinqing understood his worries and felt a touch of warmth. But this matter had to be addressed; he feared further persuasion would only divert the topic.

Instinctively, Ye An’an followed forward, expecting to be stopped, only to find the guards at the ballroom door seemingly oblivious to her presence, indifferent as she stepped inside.

The elderly man surnamed Qi braced himself, holding a cup of tea and a folding fan, forcing a few awkward smiles. He did not even take his usual measured steps on stage.

Er Lujin wore a faint smile as he slowly closed his eyes, never to open them again.

Luo Kai opened his drowsy eyes and immediately saw Su Ha sizing him up. Startled, his fur bristled; he tucked his tail and crouched in the corner.

“Before Daddy comes back, can I stay with Grandpa and eat lots of delicious food?” Huang Guo’er’s eyes brimmed with tears, her face full of hopeful anticipation as she asked the sect leader Yu Jizi.

Of course, if someone from outside revived or guided them back, these sleepers could still awaken.

Several maids, with solemn expressions, carried basins in and out—bringing in clear warm water boiled fresh, and taking away bloodied water.

All eyes turned to Bi Su. Before following Gu Yao, she had been an ordinary maid. Faced with so many gazes, she momentarily lost her composure.

“This may be your nerves recovering. A bit of pain is normal and will subside with time,” Lin Chenhao said with the most rational expression.

Leng Ning stared in astonishment at the scene before her—twisted and torn space, the void ahead turning to darkness. A massive portal several meters wide emanated a faint but burning heat, reminiscent of the earlier moment when she held a feather and closed her eyes in contemplation.

Zhuang Jian looked at the token, which bore the character for ‘charm,’ slightly wild and fittingly matching the handsome figure of the Phantom.

At that moment, with a sharp whizz, a bullet flew through the air, striking the spot where he had just been standing.