Chapter 125: The Demon in the Well

At Qin Hao’s command, two thousand Dragon Guard soldiers drew their shields and broadswords, advancing slowly. Wang Lin had kept his word, gifting the grand estate to Qin Hao and having fifteen thousand strings of cash delivered to the manor crate by crate.

The Master of Jade Tiger Temple sighed softly. Though he and his companions had not suffered fatal injuries like Feng Lianzi or Li Hanzi—who were doomed to have their souls scattered—surviving in the current situation remained daunting.

"I have no such thing, don't talk nonsense." Dong Ru’s face flushed a delicate, powdery pink. Caught with her thoughts exposed, she stubbornly refused to admit it, trying to brush the matter aside.

Descending from the upper floor, Zi Shu and Xiao Yong, who had been keeping watch below, hurried to meet her. They examined her carefully, and only upon seeing she was unharmed did they breathe a sigh of relief.

"It seems this combat skill is actually quite useful!" Qin Hao looked at the results of his work with great satisfaction.

Such clear, innocent eyes made Xie Yuhen unable to bring himself to interrogate her harshly, especially since he had long since regarded her as his own younger sister in his heart.

Deep within the darkness, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox gradually took the form of an elderly man. He let out a hearty laugh and reached out to help Su Mu to his feet.

Every finger on her hands looked slender and beautiful. Though years of housework had left thin calluses and a slight darkening on her palms and the backs of her hands, it did not detract from their grace. Had Dong Ru been born into a wealthy family and received proper instruction from a zither master, those hands would surely have been those of a virtuoso.

By this time, Julu had long since been engulfed by the flames of war. Inside and outside the city, corpses littered the landscape, leaving not even a patch of ground for one to stand upon.

Early the next morning, the news that the Magic team had miraculously secured the "first overall pick" sparked a massive wave of commentary.

With just a few brief sentences, he eased the awkwardness for Yuan Shu and the others while simultaneously introducing himself.

Li Chang'an let out a cold snort and suddenly raised his hand, striking a palm toward him. A ball of black mist surged from his palm, condensing into a black serpent that opened its bloody maw to strike at Chang Feng.

***

Having listened to the intimate affairs of the second branch all night, the eldest master accepted his newfound ability to hear inexplicable voices with surprising ease.

Anything would do as a gift. Ever since Gu Tang was born, she had never seen her mother give her father a birthday present.

The Princess was just thinking of a way to bail out this fourth daughter of the Zhou family, when the girl’s doe-like eyes narrowed slightly.

Though she was furious, she held back just enough to show restraint, as if she were afraid to name the person she was scolding.

Perhaps she was too exhausted. Later, in a daze, she noticed the studio was in shambles; clothes and trousers were strewn across the floor, paints were overturned, and a corner of the painting seemed to have splatters on it. While not particularly obvious, it was already a flawed piece.

They were far from home, fighting in a foreign land. They feared neither hardship nor sacrifice.

The fatty, having already learned from Mu Qin that Li Zhishi intended to request an official position for Ouyang Che from Li Gang, pricked up his ears and leaned in upon hearing Mu Qin’s question.

After confirming the situation had stabilized, Li Zhishi took the wine vessel from the fatty, toasted Zhang Liang in silence, and then sighed softly.

Of course, no matter how arrogant they were, it was useless against him. Their actions showed they dared not use their skills on him, fearing the "Just Verdict" and "Flames of Vengeance" within his body.

"It is possible! She is a being created by me, and under the system’s influence, she is completely loyal to me. Just like the pets from that initial world," Jia Zhengjin replied.

Just as they were hesitating, the members of the "Leisure Abode" guild, under the protection of Luo Yige, quickly retreated in their entirety, vanishing from the sight of the "Loyal Warrior Corps."

Pan Jinlian jumped up in terror, a loud *thud* as her forehead slammed into the table. "Ouch!" she shrieked, startling Wu Song awake.

Chen Xudong tossed a peanut into his mouth, tilted his head back to down a large gulp of ice-cold beer, and sighed before finally speaking.

***

After a few beeps, the call connected. The background noise on the other end was filled with the roar of gunfire and artillery, and Gu Hui’s voice was very low.

The Moss race were all eager to end their monotonous space travel and live on this beautiful, fantasy-like planet filled with fresh air, working with boundless passion. Beyond building their living environment, their first priority was rapid development to gather enough materials for Jia Zhengjin to construct a space-time jump device.

Lu Xiu knelt on the cold bluestone floor, wordless. The Immortal of the Demon Hand stood with his hands hanging at his sides, his gaze lowered. A Daoist in green robes stood with his hands behind his back, staring at a large "Dao" character on the wall, remaining silent for a long time.

But China was vast. If this person had prepared in advance and slipped away by changing her identity, finding her would be harder than finding a needle in a haystack. Who would happen to find her and call Mei Lande? If it were one of the fellow practitioners from the South Sea fishing village gathering, they would have apprehended her immediately rather than notifying him to go catch Wu Ping.

"Since you are awake and the toxins in your bodies are almost entirely purged—even if there is a slight residue, I trust your self-healing abilities can clear it—take this crystal ball. With it, you can find the Ancient Sea!" The fourth brother handed over the crystal ball.

With an ethereal and mysterious smile, she said, "Come, I will take you." Saying this, she pulled Hai Long out of her room, walked to the door next to it, and knocked gently a few times.

"Let's go. We shall go out, and I must see him crippled before the entire clan!" Fang Che was full of spirit, his confidence overflowing.

As for her valuing him more than her parents, that was certainly an exaggeration; it was merely that the novelty of him was stronger for the moment.

Wang Xunjie was naturally pleased. Although Xinqing was not a member of the Jianghu wind faction, judging by the level of her secret arts, she was at least at the Divine Thought realm. Moreover, she possessed the ability to repair the spiritual pivot and ley lines—a feat that could only be mastered when the "Piercing Bow Technique" reached a very high level. Wang Youfo’s cultivation was still lacking, and having her accompany them was an excellent opportunity to seek guidance.