Chapter Thirteen: A Heart That Understands Clearly

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In high society, admiration for the Hall of Light was absolutely minimal, sometimes even dipping into negative territory. It was understandable that they valued the Hall’s status, but their reverence was far from genuine.

Moments passed, and streaks of white light flashed continuously around, followed by the arrival of cultivators, making the teleportation hall appear lively and bustling.

Tian Yue had been meditating in the valley for nearly three months, finally crafting two unique Daoist techniques of his own. Once he felt confident in controlling and executing them, he chose to enter the stone tower to test their power.

“My lady, as Elder Yu suggested, it would be appropriate to keep her in Xihua Palace, but I already have Lady Shi, appointed by His Majesty, by my side. This seems somewhat improper,” Yun Wanrong spoke candidly.

The moment she appeared with such an expression, Ji Wuche could hardly bear it, feeling as if his entire heart had melted.

This magical beast, merely standing casually in place, was enough to frighten other beasts into wetting themselves.

“Heh heh. Fellow Daoists, don’t be surprised. One of our disciples at the Ten Thousand Sword Sect is about to undergo a tribulation. Why don’t you all come along and see? It’ll be a good opportunity to broaden your horizons!” Mo Yu now smiled brightly, finally able to strike back at those detestable old fellows.

There was no choice—Qing He was a maid and couldn’t truly defy her mistress’s wishes, so she could only nod in agreement.

Then Tian Que Sword unleashed a move: Sword Dance of the Wild Waves! The overwhelming sword aura surged fiercely; the raindrops halted mid-air. The more than ten Chu soldiers standing before him were instantly slain, blood mist filling the air. Zhao Wude’s hands trembled, and so did his will.

Mo Zining watched clearly. When this man, Bai Wei Liu Jin, looked toward Bai Wei Liu Shang, his eyes blazed with a passionate light.

This Yellow Island was deserted in all directions, surrounded by lush forests. It was the perfect environment for secretive deeds.

Yet, elder brother’s brows were clear, his gaze sharp like a torch, and showed no sign of being deceived by any soul-capturing technique.

He stood among the commoners, yet none dared approach him, for he was too dazzling—too intimidating to draw near.

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Even if Jiu’er did not speak, he knew very well that his disappearance had caused suffering to his mother and sister.

When Zhuang Mingting went out, thinking Qing Luan was the one waiting for him, he would carefully dress and rehearse his words and behavior in his mind repeatedly, always striving to leave a good impression.

Chu Tiankuo was roused by pain, awakening. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at Yan Xiang. Seeing Yan Xiang tirelessly follow him through hardships, he felt deeply moved.

Now, in front of her, he could be foolish, and she would bear with it. After all, this fool regarded him as a mother, devoted to him, so he must tenderly care for him. But what about now?

Because this was left by the predecessors of the Zhao Kingdom. As seniors, they only set obstacles to test their juniors, not to truly take their lives.

The ancient beast god stroked his chin. He had to admit, this method was currently the most effective and reliable.

The items in her hand were diminishing piece by piece. She had to select the highest quality colors to save for making large items. At this price, those young ladies might find it hard to swallow.

Her eyes fixed tightly on the orchid. Seeing it instinctively shrink closer to Chun Tao behind Hao Mingxiu, she became even more certain it was her doing.

The Qiu clan members gathered in splendid attire, waiting to welcome Old Madam Qiu. In terms of status, Old Madam Qiu was once pivotal in the family. Qiu Zhenyu had treated her well; it was she who wished to leave the mansion, to go to another estate in Yuanzhou, distancing herself from the family.

Like other thieves from Daoyuan, such as Jiao Tian’s underwater blade, Mei Si Niang’s bloodthirsty white flower, Wang Dage’s shadow assassin blade, and Huo Hen’s poisonous blood, these all existed in some form.

After Hua Zizi disembarked, the various nations began tallying the survivors of the hunting tournament. After many cross-checks and lasting until late at night, the list and rankings of survivors were finalized with unanimous agreement.

By the time they arrived at the agreed restaurant, most dishes were already served. Seeing the two arrive late, everyone teased them, saying they deserved a drinking penalty.

For the second choice, he did not want to leave his decision to chance, for luck had always tormented him.

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Yet she insisted on this particular piece. It was shaped like a sycee, and she liked it. The merchant was somewhat troubled, for this piece was already reserved by someone else who favored it because it was larger.

“In City C, are you still afraid I won’t find a place to have fun? Enough talk, let’s go! I’m not coming back tonight, don’t keep the door open for me.” Saying this, Long Cheng’ang strode out directly.

If you were beautiful and wise, bearing the unique pride and reserve of the Tianxiang clan, would you lower your lofty demeanor to seek out an obscure mechanic?

The pale-striped ghost-faced men halted, sheathing their ‘spirit’ knives, taking down their bows, and quickly hiding near the nine ‘gates’ to ambush.

“Resurrection Divine Stone?” Ling Feng had never heard of such a thing existing on the continent, and resurrecting so many was impossible here.

Under Liu Ci’s gaze, Rachel felt uneasy and pulled her hood back up, as if only by hiding her face could she feel safe.

“What is there to fear about the Witch Demon Clan? Does the Flash Gold Clan have anything to fear from them?” Ying Cai lifted his chin proudly, still bearing the imposing air of the Flash Gold Clan.

The speaker walked at the front, smiling broadly. Behind him were several obvious servants, carrying piles of items.

Ning Xia smiled wryly, realizing her words were wasted—like casting pearls before swine. If one’s soul was wise and insightful, there was no need for others to point things out. They would already have a clear understanding of the world and take responsibility for their own lives, never entrusting their fate to others to be trampled or exploited.