Chapter 74: The Feast of a Thousand Blossoms

Su Qinghan glanced at him indifferently, offering no answer to his question; even he had no idea how Chu Yuyao had managed it.

She simply asked what was on her mind. “Brother Feng, did you get a good look at who attacked you?”

At that mention, Su Yufeng’s face instantly darkened, the scars across his features making him appear even more fierce. “Damn it, that bastard was wrapped up like a shadow, didn’t say a word, struck without mercy. The technique… utterly cold and gentle, nothing like a demonic cultivator. More like…”

Meanwhile, Lu Li and Yang Li treated the other cultivators as they had before. After feeding them the ‘Luofu’ medicine, they released the seals on their meridians, letting them find a place to meditate and restore their spiritual power. The sealing had been done by A Qing—she’d drained every ounce of their spiritual energy, so even after the seals were lifted, it would take them half a day to recover.

Suddenly, with a clattering sound, a skeletal monster wielding a long bow charged toward the riverbank.

Hengniang swallowed nervously and, abandoning all pretense, sprinted wildly through the manor. In all these years, she’d never lost her composure like this—but if she wanted to remain the steward of Mirror Lake Manor, then while the master of the house stayed here, she had to fulfill every duty, no matter what.

Though these thoughts swirled in her heart, outwardly she maintained a kindly appearance. With a slight bow, she turned away, and the smile vanished from her face.

As Lord Bing spoke, a sly grin flickered across his gaunt cheeks. The last sentence betrayed his true intent: those three pure elemental demon beasts—where in the Central Star Domain would you ever find them? Besides, Lord Qing was a mighty figure of his own faction. With his arrival, it was certain who would claim the credit—and who would shoulder the blame.

Just as the qilin was taken aback, a surge of heat erupted behind him. Chu Feng had seized the moment, attacking from the rear while the qilin prepared to strike Song Yang.

Without another word, Chu Feng ignored the stares of those around him, strolling over to the sofa and choosing a comfortable position to sit.

“My spirit space—I’ve fully refined it, ha!” Ahuang waved his now-empty hands; the storage ring that had hung on his slender wrist as a bracelet had disappeared, obviously tucked away into his spirit space.

“Fang Zheng, they can stay—but don’t forget what you promised. If they’re well, so will the Fang family!” Fang Sen changed his tune immediately.

Gasps filled the hall; the price had soared to nearly twenty times its original value—madness, utter madness.

The void shuddered violently as the Old Ancestor of Black Mountain and Ye Feng’s faction clashed head-on. Both spat blood and staggered back.

Only then did Ye Feng draw a deep breath. The road ahead would be rough, life and death a daily affair—who knew if he could ever reach the ninth tribulation? For now, there was still danger looming. He pushed thoughts of the Nine Tribulations Reverse Dragon Path from his mind.

“How strong could Su Steel of Wuhu and Alloy Steel of Guangzhou possibly be?” Xu Yuanzuo couldn’t help but ask.

As the master and servant prepared to leave, they saw an old farmer walking across the field, holding his grandson’s hand. Both wore straw raincoats and wide-brimmed hats, only coming close enough now to be noticed.

“So you’re saying the man outside is your ex-boyfriend—and he’s probably a professional marriage con artist?” Lin Xiaowei clicked her tongue. She’d always known her friend had a heavy heart, but never imagined her past was so hard to look back on.

Yet the two generals showed no sign of fatigue. Instead, their spirits were high, fighting with mounting ferocity, as if they would not rest until their foe was conquered.

A master for a day, a father for life. The disciple sees his master as a father; the master treats the disciple as a son. If your own kin commit such wasteful, extravagant acts, do you fret and worry, or watch the spectacle unfold?

After merging with Octopus Lin, his mental strength soared—his perception, deduction, and depth of thought had all improved dramatically. Lin Feng calculated according to his old standards and judged that he should now have reached the level of a Stage Three Evolver.