Chapter 45: Wandering Light

"You Guang?" Qiao Ruyi seized upon the crucial point.

As her voice trailed off, Shengqing on her wrist began to coil and slither slowly. At a glance, it looked just like a jade bracelet moving on its own.

She looked down at Shengqing, feeling somewhat puzzled. Before arriving in Gua County, Shengqing rarely ever moved, stepping forward only when she was in extreme peril. Precisely because it did not stir without reason, many people paid it little attention, at most mistaking it for an ordinary bangle.

Arriving in Gua—

A stray beam of sunlight fell across the man. At that moment, half of his face remained shadowed, which, coupled with his chilling aura, made him look precisely like a Satan crawling up from the depths of hell.

"Bah!" The burly fellow spat angrily onto the ground, turned away in bitter defiance, and seated himself at a table, splitting his men into two groups.

This question instantly poured like a basin of cold water over Xu Zhaoyang's head, snapping him back to sobriety.

"Gluttony sister, where is my idol?" As soon as he stepped through the threshold, he began darting his eyes about, searching for Xu Zhaoyang's figure.

Under the moonlight, that tear-stained face looked up at him with pitiful vulnerability, her slender, delicate fingers gripping his arm with a deathly desperation. A farmhand came over to pull her away, peeling her fingers off the man one by one.

Tang Xin trusted Bai Luoshen, and Bai Luoshen trusted her master. Therefore, Tang Xin also believed that Bai Luoshen's master could help him; this was the best choice he could make at present.

Gu Qingcheng saw it very clearly—there was no greed in Master Jiang's eyes, only pure appreciation.

The Third Prince recalled the day Xie Yunchuan had just returned to Bianjing from Yinchuan, and how he had hesitated to speak when mentioning Xiao Zhiyan to the Emperor, prompting his father to dismiss him first.

Meanwhile, a seal of the Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram began to emanate from within the Yin-Yang Divine Mountain, ultimately blanketing the entire peak.

"This, indeed." Zhu Wu sighed. As Zhu Ming's confidant, he naturally understood Zhu Ming's ambitions; to dominate a region, having fewer than twenty thousand cavalrymen was impossible, and with more horses came a greater need for fodder.

His Nascent Soul was directly collected by Luo Hao, while the life-and-death grand formation dissolved automatically.

The Fire Shadow smiled faintly, but his expression suddenly darkened as he brought down the thunderbolt in his palm, wreathed in fire sprites, straight toward Long Teng.

Wu Juexing was quite satisfied with the boss's tact, casually tossing a ten-tael silver ingot to him. Catching the silver, the boss happily scurried off to the back kitchen.

Upon hearing this, Long Yuan bolted out like a wisp of smoke, dipped his hands in the stream by the ravine, and sprinted back toward You Sifang's chamber.

"What manner of creature are you? Is it your place to speak here? I have entered the mortal world representing my sect, akin to my master's personal arrival. If any stray cats and dogs wish to yowl or bark, get lost!" Long Yuan glared fiercely at the man who had spoken.

Their bodies were gashed with terrifying wounds, and one of them even had an arm cleanly severed.

The chest of the older man caved inward as he spewed a mouthful of blood clots. Instantly, his body lost all breath of life. A Nascent Soul flew out to escape, but was seized by Luo Hao, who stripped away its consciousness and tossed it into his storage spatial artifact.

The black light surged like a tide, beating back the Samadhi True Fire. At the same time, Kui Niu pounded its four hooves, resembling a gale as it charged fiercely toward Yihan.

This was a realm shimmering with a dim, gloomy radiance. Unlike ordinary terrain, the ground here was permeated with a starlight-like glow, and everything around was somewhat distorted, appearing like rising heat waves above a fire or an abstract painting that defied comprehension.

Upon seeing this, Lou Su trembled with rage, drew the ritual staff from his side, and lashed out at the giant scorpions. He had never pushed his divination arts to such an extreme. Seeing that success still eluded him, he prepared to use a forbidden technique to compel the giant scorpions to exert themselves further.

Furthermore, Ye Kong knew that this year's college entrance examination was undergoing a reform, introducing a new testing branch where performance in traditional subjects would have minimal impact on those specific evaluations.

Meanwhile, the elderly servant Wei Shui, who had remained silent throughout, saw his snow-white beard tremble violently, betraying the extreme agitation within his heart.