Chapter 28: Terrifying Corpse, Danger Approaches in the Woods

The wild mountain sheep’s coat blended so seamlessly with the rocky cliffs that even a careful observer might fail to notice them. Moreover, they were perched two or three hundred meters above Qin Feng, making the hunt no easy feat. Relying solely on his eyesight to pinpoint their hiding places was a daunting challenge. His judgment depended entirely on the eagles circling continuously above the mountain.

On the seventh day after Han Ruchu’s passing—her first anniversary—Xu Jiayu, after work, went to the cemetery to burn incense and lay flowers. By the time he returned to Su Garden Apartments, it was already nine in the evening.

The “talentless and unvirtuous” Zeng Wuxi strode boldly out of the cave, and the world before him instantly brightened. Xu Feifei was stunned by the question; it seemed her original self was not skilled in cooking, a fact she had momentarily forgotten.

Once this was understood, Bi Wuzong immediately tried to withdraw his sword, but it was too late. Although Qian Jingyue had been slashed in the left shoulder and her left arm had loosened its grip on the half-raised long sword, her right hand still held firmly onto the blade, delivering a decisive strike.

If not for this, why would she have trained so relentlessly to improve her cultivation, simultaneously using the easily grown spirit rice and fruits to enhance her family’s constitution rather than directly leading them onto the path of immortality? Moreover, she did not possess any cultivation manual.

The men of differing personalities from her memories all existed in her world, in her life.

“This old fellow seems to be heading straight to the Ten Thousand Sword Mountain. What should I do?” he worried silently, fearing something had happened to Murong Xue.

Yuan Hong had to rely on soul power to retrieve pills from his storage ring and swallow them to sustain his life.

Xue Yihan remained unmoved, standing tall and elegant like bamboo, patiently waiting for her to release the edge of his robe.

Su Yuqing and Zhou Xueqi looked over simultaneously, recognizing the Fifth Princess standing beneath a cluster of cherry velvet trees, surrounded by numerous attendants—a grand spectacle.

Food must never be allowed to be spoiled by others. Ming Fei led several others trailing into the tunnel leading to Happy Farm.

Staring sharply into Zhang Ziqin’s eyes, Kong Yixian had never shown anger before. Her stern expression coupled with the fierce scar over her right eye was enough to deter anyone from acting recklessly.

The Japanese had forcibly intervened in multiple ways to capture Ke Tian, using old tactics to coerce him into becoming their puppet. Yet Ke Tian was utterly resistant in his heart, uncertain how to proceed.

Lingering too long here would mean other opportunities inside would be seized by rival cultivators.

The interrogation chamber lay deep underground in the dampest area, while outside its door, dim stone steps spiraled upward to the penultimate subterranean level.

Qi Ruize had simply drunk too much and felt unwell; once he recovered, all was well.

Li Mengjie didn’t understand this—Sister Yixian was just in her early twenties; how could she be old? This wasn’t a joint-wearing sport; barring accidents, she should still compete for another ten years.

Liu Dong glanced at the online press releases and decided to post a Weibo message himself, announcing that Lianchu Media welcomed talented individuals to join.

He restrained himself for a long while but eventually could not hold back; then Qi Ruize lightly kissed her furrowed brow.

Indeed, as long as Liu Dong was in the Imperial Capital and had no other engagements, he would certainly be at Lianchu Media.

Meanwhile, Bu Qianhuai was scheming how to seize those items, gain command of the troops, and then eliminate him.

Jiang Jiang had initially no intention to go but suddenly recalled her conversation with Qin Juan. Yes, she should not abandon the many years of affection for her master just because of Liang Chen.

“Indeed, unlike what we imagined, the Russian Empire is deeply concealed. Their forces above level eighty number in the millions, all equipped with exquisite purple crystal sets,” Old Nine said sternly, looking at them.

Therefore, when Li Daqiao warned him to prepare mentally, he merely smiled, not surprised.

Now, upon hearing this song, many silently gaped, their expressions ranging from astonishment to disbelief. The melody was so clear and bright—intense yet flowing with an unusual comfort and tranquility.

“Most likely the staff member was killed already; you can tell from that irrational voice,” Feng Hua said expressionlessly, ignoring He Haikuo’s joke.

Mu Chou held a spoon filled with translucent, sparkling, soft and delicate white sugar—clearly top quality.

“Now is not the time for this. Let’s first find a way to fix things! Ah… I never agreed with what you all did anyway. Luckily, that girl still has some sense!” Yukun sighed helplessly.

At eight the next morning, Lu Beiran stepped out of the internet café. The morning sun was dazzling, and squinting briefly to adjust, he looked up at the rising sun.

Zhu Chong and Zhong Bicen had prepared to flee but blushed deeply at Ye Tian’s words and quickly stepped forward to help. They all agreed with the proposal—if no one helped, they would be stuck here, unable to leave.

Silent Swordsman was the prime suspect. At that moment, he swung his sword toward Fan Lang with a simple yet lethal strike, a flash of cold light aimed straight at Fan Lang’s throat.

Now, Jiang Jichen’s might had utterly shocked them all. Having slaughtered the cultivators of Feiying Immortal Mansion, Jiang Jichen was its new master, and naturally, they obeyed him.

The audience fell silent; many were stunned. This melody was so melodious, bright, and stirring—intense to the ear, yet it flowed warmly and peacefully into the heart.

Behind, the white whale opened its mouth wide and charged again. The dragon carriage shifted sideways, narrowly evading the white whale.

Behind them followed twenty powerful Sky Dao Realm cultivators, many ranked within the top thirty of the Sky Dao leaderboard.

“Get lost!” Before Ye Shaohuang could rush forward, Murong Lan lifted her foot and kicked him squarely in the groin, sending the bastard flying. Yet she remained unsatisfied and furiously pummeled him relentlessly.

Appearance aside, it was a pity Yu Long’s fate was so tragic. His newlywed wife, Princess Wansheng, had an affair with the Nine-Headed Worm, causing him to burn the Night Pearl and nearly suffer a terrible price.