Chapter 43: Trying to Steal the Cultivation Method?

After her cultivation advanced to the third level of Qi Refinement, Shen Qinghe’s senses became even keener. She could clearly perceive that, among the five people approaching her, the man in the lead—whose eyes locked onto her like torches—possessed the deepest strength, already at the fifth level of Qi Refinement.

“One at the fifth level, two at the fourth, and two at the third…” Shen Qinghe silently recited their cultivation levels in her heart, but her face remained calm and unruffled as she stood her ground, waiting for them to draw near.

Shangguan Tieye was slightly taken aback. Why were they here? Could it be that they, too, had come to rescue the king?

When Su Mu returned to the Emperor of the Netherworld’s bedchamber, he had intended to enjoy some intimacy with the emperor. However, the emperor had grown increasingly cold and distant, and with that fellow named Chengfeng stirring up Su Mu’s emotions, he exchanged only a few words with the emperor before returning to the main world’s cycle.

The pale, elegant man in white robes, aloof as ever, paid no heed to her overtures of affection, wholly absorbed in his own thoughts.

But in that very instant of contemplation, Qi Ji sensed two powerful presences racing toward him. In the blink of an eye, they landed in the courtyard.

From the way it had commanded so many savage beasts to attack the students before, it was clear that this strange beast possessed extraordinary intelligence. If it had been able to escape earlier, it would never have risked waiting until now to flee.

“The soup is awful,” Zhao Fuguo complained even as he continued eating, consuming most of the rice and two plates of dishes.

Seeing the cave on the verge of collapse, Bao Qi had no time to hesitate. He burst through the roof and shot upward. Floating in midair, he looked down at the ground below—an area spanning over a thousand meters had completely caved in, leaving behind an enormous hollow.

With the search and rescue operation concluded, Alex’s school held a memorial service. Chen Ze sat beside Alex, quietly listening to the school leader’s speech.

She had thought Young Master Tao was truly helping her, but now she wondered—had it all been calculated from the start? Was she nothing but a pawn in his game?

With a casual wave of his hand, Chen Ze sent rubble flying, revealing the corpse of a Nascent Soul cultivator beneath the ruins. Another wave, and the treasures from the corpse fell into his hands.

Kunlan suddenly walked over, making Zhang Zimin nervous, but he did not back away or shout, "Stay away from me."

Recognizing one’s ancestors was a matter of great importance. Words alone were not enough—those elders would certainly demand proof. When questions arose, she would have no standing in the Fox Clan.

All around, people sneered and mocked Zhou Xu, thinking to themselves what a fool he was.

Xing’er reached out to receive a peach branch, but the man withdrew it before she could take it. He stepped forward and squatted in front of her.

If there was any possibility, anything could happen by your side. The lock of hair at her brow brushed her childlike cheek, hiding her eyebrows; she tucked it gently behind her ear.

When the captain was gravely injured, Zhang Zimin’s first impulse was not to check on her, but to whip out his slingshot like a phantom. Without locking onto the monster, he estimated its speed with a miraculous calculation. Within a nanosecond delay, he had essentially predicted the “Shadow Assassin’s” next move.

After dinner and a bath, she donned a white under-robe and sat at the edge of the bed, feeling uneasy. If Hu Dingtang were to arrive now, dressed like this, wouldn’t it seem as if she were hinting at something?

Zhou Xu had actually dared to be so disrespectful to him—if it had been anyone else, Murong Chu would have killed them already. But Zhou Xu was too special: not only was he the “chosen disciple,” his strength was uncanny, capable of easily killing Nong Hua. Murong Chu truly was no longer confident he could keep Zhou Xu in check.

“You’re not being asked to seduce her. Weren’t you just saying you wanted to comfort her soul?” Feng Zhengsu retorted.

The flames burned hot, yet Zhou Lian felt not the slightest discomfort, for Zhou Xu had complete control over the local temperature of the Astral Fire, manipulating it as easily as his own limbs.