Chapter 61: Overwhelming Merit Defies Reason

As soon as those words were spoken, not only He Changfeng but even Chen Yang was utterly bewildered.

However, anyone with keen eyes could see that Bai Bing intended to use Chen Yang as a shield to firmly reject He Changfeng, the persistent admirer, and keep him at arm’s length. It must be said, this was a clever move.

Yet, the consequences could be severe. A cold, murderous gleam flashed through He Changfeng’s eyes as he stared fixedly at Chen Yang...

Because of this, Jiang Xiaoxue had once considered never cultivating with anyone again. She was destined to become one of the world’s strongest, but the path of the strong is a lonely one.

Qinghuan turned her head and immediately caught sight of Xue Jingxi’s face—in reality, it was still Yue Wuxia.

Blood sprayed wildly as Zou Wu’s eyes widened in disbelief, unable to accept, even in death, the fate that had befallen him.

Yun Xiao nodded at Ning Hao and walked straight into the house, scooping Qinghuan into his arms and carrying her out.

Even the process of channeling spiritual energy took Jiang Xiaoxue five days. After five days of infusing energy, the cactus finally stopped decaying.

This fellow, at least, knew his limits. He understood that in this Palm Buddha Kingdom, he was no match for Zhang Tianci. Rather than being forced into submission by the Ghost Infant, he chose to admit defeat first. As long as one’s face was thick enough, admitting defeat wasn’t shameful.

“In truth, I only happened to comprehend sword intent by chance—I’ve never studied sword cultivation, so I know little about it,” Jiang Ning said with embarrassment. He was on the verge of understanding the soul of the sword, yet he knew almost nothing about sword cultivation.

The barrier had weakened, and the evil energy sealed within the southern boundary had begun to seep upward. If left unchecked, it wouldn’t be long before the evil consumed the water firs entirely. Then the southern barrier would collapse, and the human world would no longer belong only to humans.

“Since Ling sought you out, I won’t stay to listen. I’m going back to my room. You won’t tell him what happened in Zone Five, will you?” Zhuge Xun rose and returned to her own chamber.

“I won’t waste words with you. Flowing Light Sword—kill!” The Sword of One Word launched another attack, the slender blade thrusting forward at lightning speed.

Overhead, above the Ape Spirit, a dark cloud had appeared unnoticed. The pillar of light shot into the cloud, as if invisible hands stirred within it, causing the cloud to churn violently. The other end of the spatial threads lay within that swirling darkness.

Qing Ju had died, and the servants in the residence were not surprised. After all, she’d barely been alive before, and then was bitten by a dog. With no doctor called, unless immortals intervened, death was inevitable. Sadly, she had no such blessing.

The Alien, heavily wounded, would not take it lying down. It opened its jaws wide, firing its hive fangs, while its tail lashed out to strike Song Zheng.

Many human warriors, seeing this, moved into action. Each used their martial techniques to break the ground and buried the bodies of fallen comrades right where they lay.

A zombie rushed out first, paying no heed to the nearby car or the four living people inside, plunging straight toward the evolutionary fluid on the ground.

Murong Qingwan finally realized she had been lost in a daze for quite some time. She slowly stood and lazily spoke, “Let him wait in the Evening Blossom Hall.” She casually picked up the jar set aside and fed the koi in the pond absentmindedly.

“Let me go…” she twisted uneasily, powerless against his overwhelming strength.

“The one who wants to kill you.” It was as if being discovered was expected; Zhu Xia paused and replied coolly, then stepped out from the darkness of the flowerbed.

Wang Can took the pill, held it to his nose and sniffed, his brows arching, a cold glint in his eyes. Now in the midst of cultivation, Wang Can was highly knowledgeable about medicinal herbs, and from the scent alone, could roughly discern its composition.

Waiting for someone was truly a tedious affair. But given Ren Zhichu’s talent for running red lights, it probably wouldn’t take long.