Chapter 156: Confrontation

Night had fallen, a time when all should rest.

Yet the grassland was brightly lit as numerous immortal cultivators held glowing spheres, illuminating the earth as if it were broad daylight.

Right at this moment, outside the encampment belonging to the Yellow Maple Valley on the grassland, a blood-soaked disciple rushed out.

"Halt, who goes there?"

As this blood-drenched figure rushed in, a large group of disciples instantly became alert and blocked his path.

"Combat report, the Demon Sect—"

The three of them remained somewhat skeptical, but ultimately chose to trust Lin Heng. At this point, dignity and principles were no longer important.

Qiao Mu should have been present for both of these, but Xiang Sixin could understand that she needed to visit Grandpa Qiao. After sifting through the options, Xiang Sixin took on two commissions for Qiao Mu. She was calling now to discuss the deadline for submitting the manuscripts with her.

"I said, accompany me to the school store to buy two bottles of water," Shen Ji repeated, forcing himself to remain patient.

The glutinous rice and lotus root was sweet and fragrant, and the lotus root was crisp. Shi Jing took several bites in a row, praising its deliciousness endlessly. The squirrel-shaped mandarin fish was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and sour, paired with a bowl of rich matsutake chicken soup. Shi Jing ate with extreme satisfaction.

Feeling deeply distressed, Long Yousheng raised his head in a daze, as if he had just heard something from Zhao Zhengyi.

Starting from the second quarter of the hour, the attacking and defending sides exchanged blows back and forth for nearly two hours. Ever since the Khitan soldiers raised their scaling ladders, the top of the city wall had maintained a state of near-chaotic struggle.

Since the two of them had already discussed meeting A-Xia and Qingqian earlier in the morning, Wang Kai, upon hearing Liu Fan's words, had no choice but to greet A-Xia and Qingqian, obediently staying right beside Liu Fan.

The Spring Rain Talisman he cast was forged by Lu Mubai's grand-master, Zhan Shangping. Aside from the long-lived Ink Qilin, Zhan Shangping was actually the final Grand Completion cultivator of Dingfeng Pool back in the day.

At this moment, Lin Heng discovered a dark shadow within his Dantian. Sensing that something was amiss, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and circulated his internal energy.

With a stern face, she stomped her feet and turned to go outside. Seeing several newly woven bamboo baskets placed under the eaves, Mrs. Jiang-Chen hooked one over each arm and walked away with a swaying waist.

Then what was the purpose of his actions? Was it to protect that murderer? Or did he have some other motive?

Such a super popular streamer probably wouldn't have any intersection with that guy. Shen Yuewei casually clicked on Xiao Ruoyao's recorded broadcasts; they were all completely normal live streams, and she couldn't see any connection to Chen Lin's sudden illness.

Liu Dingtian was climbing upward desperately, with zero mental capacity left to care about the dazed duty-bound senior brother behind him. His brain capacity was somewhat overloaded today: first the double-headed black-scaled snake, and now rushing up the mountain without pasting any talismans. Looking at it this way, it didn't seem like he was lying—was this actually how he climbed up every day during his two daily water-carrying trips?

The illnesses of Susan and Qihao were both improving, and Qi Hao deserved the utmost credit. They began to busy themselves, preparing to deal with Su Langqi and the orcs.

Chen Lin thought immediately that the person who installed the equipment had been bought off by Yuan Shu. Since Su Ruyin had specifically asked Chen Lin alone to come to Macau, Yuan Shu, being consistently cautious, would naturally fear that she might try to turn him to her side, making the interception of their dialogue a logical consequence.

Duyuan also flashed a trace of anger and said, "Old monster, you are being utterly unreasonable!" The Kunwu Sword emitted a piercing, clanging cry.

"Disturbing my pure realm! You must be punished!" Time shattered, and the Soul-Turning Bead stirred. The hazy Soul-Turning Bead erupted completely at this very moment.

Huang Yu looked at Liu Dingtian with a moved expression. Although she did not voice her question, her expression explained everything—she was extremely curious.

This love had remained deep in her heart for so many years, shifting from a mere desire for silent guardianship at the very beginning, to eventually possessing it, and now to being unable to bear letting go.

Su Qiqi strolled leisurely outside the inner city gate. The border town was remote, and refugees rarely drifted here; the few scattered refugees who came did so to rely on relatives and friends.

Luo Tianqing narrowed his eyes slightly, as if concealing some sort of emotion, then closed the door and followed in his footsteps.