Chapter Twenty-Five: Come Here

Dusk was approaching.

After gathering the dried spices, the two returned to the Forbidden Realm, only to find a large group of orcs crowding around Mo Yin’s bed.

"Brother Mo Yin, how are you feeling?"
"Brother Mo Yin, I brought you some rabbit meat..."
"You must try it, it’s still fresh!"
"I am sorry, Junior Brother. If you are not satisfied, I can give you the Chi Dragon Sword!" Yu Qingzi said.

Likewise, Su Yu took in the expressions of everyone present. Yes, one cannot always live in the past; one must look forward, enduring the pain no matter what to move ahead.

The sound of shattering bone echoed as the man’s chest caved in instantly. His body flew backward, slamming into the ground, and after vomiting a mouthful of blood, his life was extinguished.

The courtyard was deep, paved with blue bricks and gray tiles, its wooden doors mottled with age. The stone stools in the expansive yard had been polished smooth, and yellowing sycamore leaves drifted down on the breeze.

Look at this lord; even with his basic techniques already impeccably standard, he practices tirelessly, pursuing even higher levels of precision and mastery.

No sooner had Ye Xi turned her head than Bai Yitian, with lightning speed, slapped a Spirit-Cleansing Talisman onto her forehead, then broke free from her grip and leapt several paces back.

The pendant was quite unique—made of jade and only a half-piece. If viewed as a whole, it would form a circular Yin-Yang fish ornament. Yet, despite knowing Yang Xue for so many years, he had never seen her wear it, and he found it strangely familiar.

Lin Huai killed the young man without so much as blinking, his expression devoid of the slightest change.

The Heavenly Yin Ghost Crone was renowned for her mastery of poisons, yet her actual combat prowess could not even compare to an average mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, let alone someone like Ao Liang. Taking a palm strike to the head, she stumbled back several steps, coughing up blood as she sustained internal injuries.

High God Qing Ke: ...Are the last two idioms really meant to describe me? Are you sure they are compliments?

Yuan Ling looked at the three-headed hound in surprise. He had assumed the creature left when the passage closed, but it had apparently been waiting outside the entire time.

"Feixing, you are talking a bit too much. We had an agreement. These people might hinder our plans; tell me, what should we do?" Shu Yiqian said in a low, stern voice.

It is said that the barrier of the secret realm was woven by a certain High Immortal; no master in the mortal world could break it. The barrier only loosens once every five hundred years, and as it happens, the opening is exactly one hundred days away.

"When we arrived just now, we happened to see Xue Ningshuang leaving this area," Bu Feichen asked proactively.

She wanted this object dearly. If she could control time and turn it back a dozen days, she would never have become a monster. Time would be useful to others, but she could walk through the rifts of time and control everything.

Perhaps her gaze was too sorrowful, or perhaps the secret prayers in her heart had been heard by Ning Ning.

"The Lan family has been rising quite rapidly these past few years," Le Chen replied indifferently, continuing his work without even raising his head.

Lady Yu looked around until she finally spotted her husband sitting in the family section, though she did not notice who was sitting beside him.

Qiu Geng glanced toward the Fuxi family from time to time; the lingering threads of affection were obvious to anyone with eyes.

Of course, this came with a prerequisite: that Li Hao was willing to remain here to consolidate these martial concepts while waiting for them.

"Brother Xia, is there something wrong with my attire?" Seeing Lu Xuan staring at her, Ling Jin felt her cheeks flush, adding a touch of alluring charm to her appearance.

—In truth, for Yuchang, a single strike was usually enough to end any ordinary battle.