66. Rebuilding the Water Palace

Lu Xun, taking the role of a hands-off manager, delegated all matters to Yang Shen, while he himself sat by the banks of the Xunyang River, gazing out at the vast, mist-shrouded waterway.

A gentle breeze scattered the snow-white strands of his hair; his rough palm grasped a wild fruit as he puffed his cheeks, chewing on its sweet and sour taste.

His ears twitched, and with a sidelong glance toward the approaching figure, he exclaimed in surprise, “Daoist?”

The newcomer was none other than Daoist Chen Jing of the Lushan Sect.

His black hair was tied neatly beneath his headpiece, and his sparse willow-like beard floated lightly, presenting the perfect visage of an immortal’s elegance.

Though his keen sense of smell was sharp, even a dog’s nose grows weary with overuse; overwhelmed by the chaotic array of scents, Zhou You felt as if his own nose might fail.

Liu Qian had not expected Yin Litian to inquire about his opinions on his very first day. Most in the hall had met Liu Qian before, but few truly understood him; when Yin Litian introduced him, it was only to mention his formidable strength.

Wang Badan let out a roar resembling a tiger’s howl, his voice distorting completely. Those present turned to look, only to find him vanished without a trace—just a cloud of dust on the ground. This was a trick Chen Yi often employed to rid himself of the old Wang Badan.

Qin Han very much wanted to send Editor Hetian a meme reading, “Sorry, money really does buy all privileges,” but upon reflection, he decided against it.

The alchemical cauldron’s rotation finally slowed, releasing a peculiar, faintly fragrant aroma through its seams. Next, it only remained to use the alchemical fire to refine away the excess moisture and impurities from the pill embryo.

Compared to the others, Zhou You’s injuries were minor. He was simply weak and exhausted, compounded by days of malnutrition and intense exertion, which had caused him to collapse. After several days of nourishment and good care, he had nearly recovered.

With a series of sharp hisses, several pale, cracked vine-like branches sprang from the wooden seal, some curling toward Hao Yu’s neck, others striking his face, while many more stiffened like wooden rods, battering him relentlessly.

He resolved to prove himself through strength, delivering a resounding slap to that arrogant and overbearing North American professional ADC player.

First, Yang Tai stepped on Zhang Yuanba’s hand; with a slight effort, Zhang Yuanba threw him over the courtyard wall. Then came Gan Xingtai, Liu Yun, and Le He. Zhang Yuanba himself, hammer in hand, listened intently, ready to smash through the wall and charge in at the first sign of movement.

“I really should be dead,” Bennett muttered, slapping his own pig-headed forehead in frustration. Seeing this, Zhang Zhong’s lips curled into a faint smile amid the astonished gazes of the onlookers.

The only question now was this: sent to hunt Cain, could Xia Jie actually kill him? Within the Great Xia dynasty, was Xia Jie moving in accordance with the flow of history, or was he constantly disrupting its course? Would Cain, the progenitor of the blood clan, fall by Xia Jie’s hand?

No wonder Qi Tian readily agreed to devour the primordial chaos once assured there was no trap.

“I told her not to open the door, but she never listens to me, not even this time,” Zhao Qiang said, pounding his fist on the control panel.

Xiang Que was completely immersed in memories from over twenty years ago, gradually pulling Su Su into what seemed like a dreamscape.

I attempted to summon her outside the Execution Immortal Array; a flash of silvery light passed, and sure enough, she appeared there freely.

“I’m sorry, Sanateth, I have to do this. Although you’re excellent, I don’t want to marry you, nor do I wish to become a vampire!” Though I had done nothing wrong, an inexplicable sense of guilt weighed on my heart.

Seeing the situation, the Public Security Director and Deputy Director Fan exchanged a glance, their meaning clear—this matter was far from over today.

Sitting in the noisy bar, he seemed alone in another world, entirely undisturbed. Most of the time, his head was bowed in thought, lost in contemplation. Occasionally, he would fiddle with his phone, as if he and Fan Wang and Lin Jiang were not the same kind of people at all.