Chapter Twelve: Farewell, Youth

Yu Yaohai, who had fallen from the waterfall, was actually fortunate to survive, though he was not as lucky as Liu Xinghao, who had the chance encounter with a hunting party in the forest—hunters who happened to speak Mandarin.

In the arena, Shi Xinyi seemed to hold the upper hand, her longsword dancing with mesmerizing skill. Yet, any keen observer could see that Ye Wanhua’s movements were extremely elusive. Several times, the folding fan in his hand nearly struck Shi Xinyi’s vital points, but he cleverly retracted it each time.

The towering skeleton, three zhang high, was covered in crackling lightning that surged around its body, exuding an unmistakable aura of terror.

The situation looked promising, aligning closely with what Chen Erniu had described to him. With that, Xia Jian’s anxiously held breath finally settled.

“Are you from the Yinghuo dimension?” Suddenly, Chen Nan and Chen Bei approached the two.

With a puzzled motion of her hand, the smoke seemed to find its master, swiftly flowing back into Mo Xueyan’s body.

The spiritual energy contained within the Flame Sun Stone was more than enough to allow Chen Haoran to break through once again. Moreover, there was a thirty percent chance he would shatter his own limitations and awaken the bloodline within his body.

Qian Duoduo had intended to continue following Lü Xuan’s words, but sensing something amiss, fury surged through her. She leapt forward, grabbing Lü Xuan’s ear and scolding him sharply.

This was determined by the very nature of divine arts, distinct from the absolute neutrality of arcane magic. Divine arts were either positive or negative energy, never neutral. In other words, a positive-energy “Holy Great Dispel” could not affect other divine arts of the same positive attribute.

He felt a scorching heat ignite inside him, gradually burning from his ‘lips’ and slowly engulfing her entire body.

Watching her subordinates quickly disperse toward their assigned targets, Ral Rhine did not rush out with them. After all, he was the Beast King and needed to preserve some dignity and decorum. It was utterly degrading for the Beast King himself to handle the favored concubine of the Eastern Prince.

His father had died a cruel death. After killing two Shura royals, he was skinned alive, piece by piece, his bones pried out one by one, dying in unbearable agony.

Jin Shanshan, eyes reddened, stared straight at him, emotions flowing in her gaze that he could not comprehend.

***

“What should we do now?” Wang Zhan spoke first, as the team leader, he had to break the silence.

As the scenery suddenly shifted from barren desolation to lush greenery, Lin Yang knew he had finally returned to Olina’s safe zone.

At this moment, Xu Feng timely voiced her intention to go down and scout, not waiting for the others to respond before descending.

May 19 marked the birthday of Princess Jiacheng. If, after July, she remained resolute in her decision to become a nun, this might be her last worldly birthday. Not only had her elder brother, Prince Qiong, already petitioned Fengchun to return to Chang’an early to celebrate, but Fengchun himself also instructed Queen Wang to make the celebrations grand.

Yet Yeji knew all this was merely a facade; this place was still a hellish forest that devoured people whole.

If not for Lin Ze’s limited time, he could have planted puppet marks on many more hurricane beasts.

The black-haired creature’s entire skull vanished instantly into thin air, leaving only a dense black mist swirling relentlessly under Yiqi’s command.

“The one who came to save you, right?” She looked at me with some excitement, pulling out my revolver from her bosom.

“But what if Zhou Jiuniang insists on taking your eldest brother away? Would Amei just let her, treating her as a good friend, quietly grieving herself, and then saying ‘A gentleman does not snatch another’s affection’?” Xue Yunyan continued, still speaking gently and persuasively.

On a dark, windy night, after playing a game of Gomoku at home with Madam He, Wang Ningzhi once again won by retracting a move, earning Madam He’s forgiveness. Laughing heartily, he received a report from his subordinates, refused to continue playing, and rose to go out.

“Where is the imperial physician?” Concubine He tightly gripped the wet nurse, Deng Momo, her fear deepening as the steady but slow bleeding continued.

Of course, Huang Quan was no weakling; otherwise, Old Hu Wu wouldn’t be coughing up blood from the shock.

Like hundreds of ducks suddenly freed from their gagging, the entire venue erupted into a clamorous uproar loud enough to tear off the roof.

***

Nurse Wang was ushered away by Granny Jia, and Miss Qu let out a sigh of relief. She was uninjured, only sore from falling a few times, her hair disheveled. Without waiting for her orders, Yu Yan and Danqing quickly fetched a mirror and makeup box to help her wash her face and comb her hair.

A permanent ticket!? The virtual god beneath the seat was utterly stunned; even Yu Ming, though mentally prepared, showed shock and envy all over his face.

So, in this regard, Hog, with a power level of nineteen, still belonged to the mid-tier Black Iron category, just like the strongest earth elemental. This corresponded perfectly with her status as merely a green talent.

“What? You’re saying someone smacked your butt while you were in the restroom? Did you see who did it?”

Indeed, the victor should have spoils of victory, and the three major guilds would see their equipment level rise after today’s battle.

At that moment, a shadow suddenly appeared before Aliang, blocking Weishao’s deadly strike! Who was this person? Why intervene to help Aliang at such a critical moment?

Leading the way was a man, dignified and majestic, appearing to be around fifty years old, exuding a robust, domineering kingly aura.

A cry of pain echoed as the storm of attacks ceased. Minister Wen’s stamina had reached its absolute limit. His whole body convulsed, unable to exert any more strength.

Upon hearing the potential opportunity, Li Bing threw caution to the wind. No matter how difficult the remedy, he would find it—whether it meant facing fire and knife, or rolling into boiling oil.

What, then, was the matter that made them so urgently return? Could it be that something had happened in their main city, Daze City?