Chapter 36: Purification of Sinews and Marrow

Shen Qinghe quickly ripened the remaining dozen or so Marrow-Cleansing Spirit Rice plants, picked the Marrow-Cleansing Spirit Pills, and hurriedly left the spiritual fields.

The mountain path twisted and turned, the forest dense and lush, a gentle breeze stirring, causing the leaves to rustle softly.

But she had no heart to appreciate any of it, only quickening her pace as she made her way back to the small courtyard.

As soon as she entered, she went straight to her room and shut the door tightly behind her.

Liu Qingqing happened to catch a glimpse of her anxious demeanor and wanted to ask what was wrong, but seeing her grave expression, she held back.

“Go ahead. Whatever happens, the two of us will hold it up. I’m rather curious to see what the Qilin King intends to do,” Lin Zhiqiu sneered, while Director Lei also nodded in agreement.

When Xia Xingchen arrived, Leng Fei was already seated there. After taking off the scarf that covered half her face and sitting down, she could still vaguely hear the waitstaff whispering behind her.

The moment this sword appeared, Angelica's face turned pale. It wasn't that the sword itself brought back any terrifying memories, but rather the overwhelming pressure exuding from Zhao Zheng, who wielded it, left her struggling to breathe.

I sat beside her. Honestly, not only did she shy away from looking in the mirror, even I didn’t dare look at her directly. “Give it a few days; once the swelling’s gone, you won’t look bad at all,” I tried my best to comfort her, otherwise she’d be furious.

Originally, there were a few demigods stationed in the Underworld's hell, but their numbers were far too few compared to the countless prison ghosts lurking there—the two simply weren’t on the same scale.

Tang Yi heard her utter those words, “innocent and blameless.” The tension in his gaze eased a little, and his expression softened considerably.

Leng Xizhe slowly turned around. Lin Sese saw his face streaked with tears; he looked at her with such heartbreak, full of reluctance and deep longing.

Listening to their words, I felt utterly lost, but given the situation, I had no mind to ask questions. I felt as if my very soul would be scared out of me at any moment—especially seeing Dong Lingling cry nonstop. I wanted to ask her what exactly was going on, but as long as I remained under that tree, a sense of inescapable danger lingered over me.

What I feared most had come true: a huge snake suddenly poked its head out from a cave in the mountain wall. Its body was as thick as a bowl, and when it flicked its tongue, a swirl of black mist unfurled.

Every demon lord in the various demon palaces knew of the existence of demigods, but their understanding paled in comparison to that of the Demon Emperor. They merely knew there was a mysterious supreme being backing the Demon Emperor, but none truly grasped the existence of those demigods—only vaguely sensing there was a realm beyond the Demon Emperor.

The Lotus of the Seven Emotions had taken root at the source of spiritual power—its secrecy tied to the very heart of the Abyssal Realm. Naturally, it wasn’t easy to allow just anyone entry. But with the Seven Emotions Talisman given by Zhang Zhiping, the initial gap wasn’t great; one could directly draw upon the power of the Seven Emotions to transmit it to the Lotus.

Twenty minutes later, just as the smoky aroma from the kitchen was about to overwhelm me, my hot-and-sour shredded potatoes were finally ready. I took a bite with my chopsticks—the taste was quite decent.

Support straight from the common people, though it couldn’t grant Cai Xu greater power, was enough to bring him stability and a host of invisible benefits that stemmed from that stability.

“What happened to you all, looking like this?” Miyazaki Yuki hurried into the hospital ward and saw the strange state of Aihara Ryu and the others.

My hands trembled violently, all because of what Hu Yueyue had said: “I just don’t want to live anymore.” Shaking, I walked toward the phone. Before I could dial the number, tears had already started streaming down my face.

The old woman said, “I’ve delivered your bundle to the grocery store next door. You can collect it anytime.” Fu Hongxue nodded.

But just as her hand reached out, she suddenly cried out and jerked it back, as if bitten by a venomous snake.

Xue Tianjue didn’t wish to delay any longer. Clenching his fist in salute, he strode directly into the forbidden land of the Ninja Gate.