Chapter 46: Junior Sister, Am I Your Real Senior Brother?

"Where did this wind come from?" Liu Xuewei turned her head to look in the direction of Si Nansheng and the others, but found nothing.

Si Nansheng and her companions had long since hidden themselves, leaving behind only the wind controlled by Qi Xuan.

"Such a pity for those fine Shattered Star Orchids," Si Nansheng muttered from her hiding place, watching the unreachable flowers with a sense of regret.

With those, another small fortune in spiritual stones could have been added to her account!

It was indeed a shame, as the Xuanbing Demonic Apes and the disciples of the Sacred Heaven Sect were fighting so joyfully, but she couldn't—

With everything properly arranged and upon a single command, the mighty host of generals and soldiers marched imposingly toward the Zixia Cave in Zhuolu.

One day, Ye Lusheng was surprised to notice several wild flowers blooming by the roadside. He paused for a moment and asked Hu Kui what time of year it was.

After going out for dinner, they returned home a little past nine in the evening, and the sleeping arrangements became an issue. Meng Fan desperately wanted Xu Qianru to share a bed with him, but Xu Qianru chose to squeeze onto a bed with Du Han.

Now, as the monarch and his subject enjoyed their wine together, listened to intently by Ma Ming, the latter thought to himself: While they are busy drinking, why not steal the Great Emperor's golden spear? By doing so, he could prevent the monarch from plunging the realm into chaos.

At that moment, the Jade Emperor led the various immortals and ministers away from the Hall of Jade Firmament in the Seventh Heavens, heading straight for the Zixia Cave in a grand and imposing procession.

Magma monsters, snow monsters, tree monsters, and all manner of other demons were rushing from all directions toward the treehouse built deep within the jungle.

Wearing an elegant blue suit, Li Minghao walked gracefully before his fans, greeting them one by one and signing autographs with a polished and charming smile.

Only Yan Lingyun furrowed his brow, suddenly lost in thought. Having spent some time in the Nether Winds, he knew far more than ordinary people.

"Granny Gui, what is inside this?" Guoguo stepped forward, staring fixedly at the item in Granny Gui's hands.

"We should be thanking you instead. You did what all of us wanted to do but lacked the courage to accomplish. We felt heartbroken watching the sacred land of China overrun by foreign dust, yet when we were young and strong, none of us truly took action. By the time we wished to do so, we had grown old and powerless," Lei Bao said.

He couldn't help but touch his own face, feeling the smooth and delicate skin beneath his fingertips. Even though half of his face had been beaten black and blue by her, at least it hadn't swollen up into the grotesque shape of a pig's head, preserving some shred of his dignity.

Upon hearing this, Bai Chengxiu felt an even more intense surge of excitement. He convinced himself once again that even if he were to die at this very moment, it would be the happiest death imaginable.

Before he could even touch her, Qu Qingran suddenly let out a long, piercing howl, her mournful cry echoing through the firmament.

As the old saying goes: "The Lingzhi grass hides within the desolate hills, while the purple-gold basin sinks deep into the mire." Although Old Wu San looked unremarkable and wasn't particularly eloquent, his mind was full of substance! A few clever words successfully provoked both Mono and Maofa into stripping off their clothes.

Cao Jie raised his hand immediately after speaking, startling me. I saw him ask the teacher for leave, and then he glanced at me and smiled. His smile made my scalp tingle. Why on earth did I tell him to go read Journey to the West, and why is he asking for leave now?

Zhuang Lan nodded with a pale face. Having lost his complete flesh and blood, the Nine-Yin Blood Beast retained not an ounce of combat power within the Purgatory Banner, because the shamanic banner was inherently the nemesis of all evil spirits, not to mention that the Purgatory Banner also harbored the incomparably fierce Nine-Palaces Imperial Flame.

An inexplicable panic welled up in Han Fei's heart. He wanted to speak, but found himself utterly powerless. His body had long since fallen under her control, and he could only watch helplessly as his cultivation realm soared from the Sage's realm of stabilizing the spirit and forging the soul all the way up to the Throne realm.

Yaoyao looked on with a grave expression as the two magical beasts continued their endless slaughter, feeling that something was amiss everywhere, yet unable to put her finger on what it was.

It was rumored that immortals once dwelled here, and that the place harbored an immortal spring whose waters could cure a hundred illnesses with a single sip; even a cripple or a blind person could be healed by drinking it! Yet no one had ever truly found this immortal spring, though this never deterred those who sought it from trying.