Chapter 69: Bai Ye: You Cannot Beat the Junior Sister

"Breathing Soil? That substance is indeed marvelous, yet exceedingly rare. Finding it may prove to be quite difficult," Ye Yanqing murmured, his brow slightly furrowed.

"It matters not, Eldest Senior Brother. I am in no great haste; the day will come when we shall find the Breathing Soil."

Si Nansheng smiled gently at Ye Yanqing, who reached out to stroke the young junior sister's head. Truly, she was the most considerate of all, offering him comfort even in such a moment.

Little did he know what thoughts were truly running through Si Nansheng's mind at that very instant.

Indeed, this time there was no need for us to climb up and search the caves one by one. Such an endeavor would be utterly fruitless, for there were no traces of human activity, nor did we know the approximate range. We had to first establish a broad area by referencing the cliff terrain and cave distribution map depicted on the hide scroll, and only then could we pinpoint our target cave for this expedition.

How could Wang Chang ever allow the bearded Grim Reaper to escape? At that crucial juncture, he lunged forward and pulled the trigger squarely at the bearded man.

Naturally, over the course of more than two years, the demonic Nie Tian had largely dissipated this purple energy. Under normal circumstances, those immortals would have broken free from their seals one after another in a month's time at most.

As it turned out, there was a cavern high in the mountains containing a natural hot spring. Qin Yongqi gently placed Yang Liuer into the warm waters to soak.

Hardly had he rounded the corner when the fellow heard a harsh, whistling wind. Following that, a flash of cold light darted past his eyes, and it seemed as though something had coiled itself around his neck. A tremendous force surged forth then, dragging him forward uncontrollably as his boots slammed heavily against the ground—thud, thud, thud.

Since Tian Rou was willing to let him and Han Jinfeng form a pair, all she needed to do was give one more push to secure her rise, bringing her even closer to the position of the Han family's CEO's wife.

Seeing Mo Qianqian retreat, Han Jinfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He then watched as Xinxin climbed onto Du Yali's lap. Du Yali's triumphant expression displeased Han Jinfeng somewhat, whereas Tian Rou beamed with smiles upon seeing Xinxin approach.

Approaching the already opened cabin door, a soldier tossed down a rope and made a polite gesture inviting He Zhenzhong to proceed.

A profound and piercing grief overwhelmed me, sharp as a knife twisting in my chest. It was no physical pain, but a torment of the heart! I knew not why it should be thus; sweat already soaked my body, and whether the brilliance blinding my eyes was from tears or perspiration, I could not tell. I stared blankly at the ceiling, utterly motionless like a fool.

Ordinary residents had failed to notice the clash, yet the walls of solid steel, several meters thick, now bore human-shaped indentations from which spiderweb cracks radiated outward—cracks stretching for dozens of meters across a barrier of impenetrable steel.

Shen Muzhi fell silent, silently nibbling on the corner of her quilt with tear-filled eyes, utterly unwilling to face reality.

Regardless of the reason, Zhong Xingyue had already made use of the Moon-Worship Platform at the Heartbreak Valley once, exhausting the immense reserve of energy it had accumulated over the ages. It possessed no more power to be utilized a second time.

She walked a few paces, her eyes catching sight of a cabinet nearby. Taking advantage of the last faint glow of her smartphone, she strode over and pulled it open with one hand. Illuminating the interior with her other hand, she found it completely empty.

You have never regarded me as a human being; you merely viewed me as a talking pet, fastening an invisible chain around my neck and forever seeking to manipulate me at your whim.

Mo Nansheng left the remainder of her words unsaid, yet Qianye understood. Or rather, she was well aware of everything Mo Nansheng had just spoken of, but she simply could not accept it, nor did her subconscious wish to entertain such a reality.

Naturally, Qianye knew this was the Empress Dowager's decree; otherwise, no matter how seasoned Nanny An might be by the Dowager's side, she would hardly possess the audacity or the authority to meddle in affairs of the royal court.

He could well guess the inner thoughts of his imperial father at this moment. Even if his father knew the Prime Minister was persecuting him, what of it? For his father to dispose of a high-ranking court official like the Prime Minister—how could it be an easy task? It was certainly not something that could be accomplished overnight.

Her spirits lifted instantly, Lou Ruojin banished all trace of her previous dejection, retrieved a pouch of dried fruits from her sleeve, and placed it before Su Qian.