Chapter 129: The Mobile Outhouse

She was frantic with worry, lightly touching the ground with her toes as she darted toward the main hall like a nimble swallow.

She had only just reached the entrance of the main hall when she heard Chu Xiong’s hearty laughter from within.

“Chen’er, Yan’er has now awakened the Nine Yin Mysterious Fiend Physique. The two of you are one yin and one yang—a match made in heaven. Why not choose an auspicious day and settle the marriage?”

Xiao Guchen looked awkward, his entire body taut with nervousness. He had never imagined that Chu Ruoyan would awaken the Nine Yin Mysterious Fiend Physique, and his master had even...

“Namo Amitabha. Fellow Daoists Qiliang and Wushang, please do not force the matter.” The leading monk from the Great Leiyin Temple, Xuankong, stepped in to relieve Shangguan Qiudie.

After a full day of work, the entire house had taken on a completely new appearance. It no longer resembled the haunted house it had once been.

In truth, she was not entirely worried about Du Caiwei. It was simply that an unaccountable unease and restlessness had begun to rise faintly within her, though she could not say precisely what caused it.

The land surrounding Huaxia City had been lowered by several hundred meters because of the incessant explosions, yet Huaxia City itself continued to stand upon the earth, protected by its defensive formation.

Because of his grudges against those sect leaders, Jiang Dong could not reveal himself either and could only wait for them to pass. Just as he neared the lakeside and prepared to circle around it, the sect leader holding a horsetail whisk suddenly stopped. With a solemn expression, he looked carefully in every direction.

Because of his family background, his public exposure was not as great as Bi Qianmo’s. After all, matters that could not be handled openly could be dealt with under the identity of Young Master Zuo.

From the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month through the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the first thing people said upon meeting one another was a New Year greeting. It was both a custom and a blessing.

There were still two weeks before the start of the school term. Although it was still the holiday season, this place was the headquarters of the Magicians’ Association, and quite a few magicians still lingered here.

Knowing that Mu Ai could speak fifty unserious sentences out of every hundred, Pai Yandi did not take the bait. He merely watched him in silence.

As night fell, Huangjue Convent sank into deep sleep amid profound tranquility. Beneath the pale moonlight, a nimble figure evaded the guards and slipped quietly into the eastern courtyard, then vanished without a trace moments later.

“She is my younger sister. She suffered frostbite and developed a high fever. The fever has gone down a little today, but she still hasn’t regained consciousness.” Chenxing had originally intended to say, “She isn’t my sister—she’s the woman I love.” But they were in the human realm, where people of this world placed great importance on reputation, so he changed the words just before they left his mouth.

Moreover, every one of those unknown creatures held a bow and arrow in its hands. They then bent their bows, nocked their arrows, and drew them to the full, aiming at any prey that entered their range of attack.

His star-bright eyes swept across the surroundings, and understanding dawned upon him. So this was the World of Seas of Fire—the ancient lost land that had suddenly vanished from the sight of mankind ten thousand years ago. Even the gods of the Divine Realm had no idea where it had fallen. Who would have thought it was actually in the Netherworld?

“The news Kan Laida brought during the day is that they have obtained the support of the Valley of the Living Dead’s alliance. In other words, the matter of Dianwangren has been accomplished.” Ta Yang walked softly toward Mu Ai, who sat alone upon a rock. The night was deep, casting an even darker shadow over the solitary strategist’s gloomy figure.

A trembling hand held a plain silk handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from her face. Moments later, it suddenly fell limp, like a withered butterfly exhausted of all its strength.

Though Ouyang Kunpeng appeared completely unperturbed on the surface, a sharp pain had suddenly surged within his heart—the pain of not being trusted.

Suddenly, a faint smell of blood drifted from the trash can. It came from nothing more than a crude piece of toilet paper stained with blood.

Without striking back, She Tou hurriedly tilted its head aside and evaded Zhu Zhuqing’s sharp claws, but the claws still raked across its body.

“It’s gambling. My cousin and the others play games for money. She’s already lost tens of thousands.” Murong Fei spoke at just the right moment.

At that moment, no matter how sour their hearts had been or how viciously they had cursed Su Long before, they all had no choice but to come and offer their congratulations.