Chapter 85: A Compendium of Handsome Men in the Cultivation World

“I’ll burn you to ashes, you old fool.”

Before she finished speaking, Ye Cangming had already wiped away his tears and strode toward her, shrouded in a sinister aura. His crimson eyes looked as though he would devour her alive.

“Ugly wretch, I’ve changed my mind,” Ye Cangming licked his lips, “I’ll turn you into a puppet first, then slowly draw out your soul and refine it.”

Chu Yuyao’s scalp tingled; this lunatic’s threats grew more terrifying with every word. She instinctively stepped back, only to bump into a wall.

Xiangxiang quietly thought how wonderful it was to have her senior brother by her side. She hugged his arm, found a comfortable position, and drifted into sleep with satisfaction.

Suddenly, the heavy scent of blood wafted from behind. Shen Lingyun snapped back to attention and quickly turned around.

“Alright, Brother Wang Fan, let me introduce you to another ally of our Blade Alliance,” Blade One declared loudly, waving his hand for the sentry to invite the Sky Mercenary Corps up.

“Master!” The mysterious man approached slowly and knelt halfway to the ground, not far from the other man.

Replying to post 42: Grandmaster Nan Ming Lantern’s skills are superb—I wouldn’t dare compare myself. Every time he composes poetry, I snort coldly, pretending not to care, but in truth, it’s because I’m insecure.

Yan Aige couldn’t travel far, so Jiguang had prepared everything in advance. Mu Qingxuan placed Yan Aige on Jiguang’s back.

“New pastries?” Xiang Fei eyed the dark red surface of the oat-flecked cookies, unimpressed by their appearance, and did not reach out.

Lan Caiwei deduced from Madam Zhao’s reaction that she must have been moved. Although Zhao’s words sounded odd, Lan Caiwei didn’t respond immediately, wanting to hear what Zhao would say next.

“Brother Yan, I ran into Sixth Uncle again—he’s still asking about the Soul Awakening Elixir!” Upon seeing Yan Cheng waiting for her in the Star Soul Tomb, she couldn’t help but grumble.

Jin Yanran watched her acting so self-righteous and felt angry. She wanted to say something, but recalling Jin Shaokang’s advice, she swallowed her words, glared at Jiang Ruonan, snorted coldly, and turned away.

The four froze almost simultaneously, their first thought being: “This Long Xing has gone back on his word!” Yet none dared act rashly, obediently halting and turning around.

Meanwhile, Liu Xi sat at the bedside, chin propped up, gazing with deep concern at the crisscrossing wounds so deep they exposed bone.

But now was not the time for reflection, as Young Master Xiang’s next move was imminent.

He ate heartily and drank with gusto. Ran Fei had never witnessed such scenes before, but today he saw it firsthand—though the food was not as abundant as on television, given the modest productivity, the enthusiasm of the people was infectious.

At the same time, six large seals appeared around them, forming a cube that locked down the space where the shadow had vanished. Soon after, countless barbed demon vines emerged, plugging every seam along the cube’s edges.

Yet with similar incidents becoming frequent lately, everyone treated it as a joke. On Golden Summit Peak, there were always a few madmen every day.

Standing atop the rock, one could gaze into the distance for miles, seeing everything above and below the mountain with perfect clarity.

Richard felt an inexplicable anxiety. He returned to the site of the previous ritual, retrieved the daggers left behind, and fashioned them into spring traps, setting them at street corners.

Although the old man tried to prevent him from drawing his sword, Ning Ye recognized the elder’s good intentions and responded in kind, smiling gently and politely declining.

White Wolf shook his head. The God of Destruction had not directly mentioned the seal, but from his words, clues could still be found.

Changsheng muttered, “If you really want to thank me, why not give me a yacht?” Even now, he hadn’t forgotten that luxurious vessel.