Chapter Seventy-Two: You Know How to Talk

The disciples’ sleeping quarters of the Sanzu Palace stood at the foot of the mountain behind the main hall—several three-story stilted buildings rising among the trees. Each room was small but contained all the essentials: a table, chairs, bed, and cabinet. Every room also boasted an independent terrace just over a meter long. The arrangement allowed for privacy, with one person to a room, and the overall antique atmosphere kept the place from feeling crowded.

“Dumpling, Fortune, do you two think that Yin Division Mountain was an illusion? Did I actually go there?” Qin Xiaomo turned to look at her pets. The two animals stared at each other wide-eyed. “The way they react to Yin Division Mountain is just as if we’d heard of the Hall of King Yan—terrified! Is it really so frightening? Ah, what a pity you can’t talk, or we could gossip about it together.”

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At that moment, the sky grew even darker, and the rain intensified. The raindrops struck their backs with such force that they felt a faint sting.

“Mother, I don’t want to eat, and I don’t want to go home. There’s just something I need to ask you.” Zong Tianyu’s tone grew even more serious, unmoved by his mother’s gentle smile.

A tremendous roar rose from the crowd. At this crucial moment, every fan pinned their hopes on one man, longing for him to be the anchor that could turn the tide of the game.

After this, Shen Qi had Scar go to assimilate the remaining members of that gang. Of course, before that, Shen Qi explained the plan they had just discussed, and Scar had no objections.

With Old Master Zhou acting as their escort, the band struck up a joyful tune once more. Surrounded by villagers, the bridal sedan finally made its way to Tang Mingpei’s courtyard just in time for the auspicious hour.

Shen Qi truly had important matters to attend to. He already possessed the antidote to the Gu poison, but all the research equipment was in Demon City.

Shi Wan also underwent a checkup. After her wounds were carefully dressed, she took her medicine and sat quietly by Zong Tianyu’s side, keeping him company.

“Chief, the secret passage exit should be nearby, but my men and I have searched this area seven or eight times, and we still can’t find anyone,” Guard Jin said, his voice tinged with disappointment.

At this moment, the slow-motion replay made it clear to everyone why the referee had awarded the penalty.

Jiang Cang, carrying the box with clothes, sensed something a hundred and fifty miles to the east. It was a considerable distance, and as it was getting late, it was time to wait at the next world point.

He had overheard An Qing’s phone call earlier and was starting to panic. Surely, the first call must have been to An Guomin.

After life returned to its quiet routine, she, like Wang Yun, would sometimes find herself missing certain days. Now and then, she would smile to herself without reason, but more often, she felt as though she had lost something precious.

Her words made me recall that the founder once came here and managed to leave alive. I wondered what kind of magic he used, or perhaps he never even entered this layer at all.

No one knew what was said, but the next day, before training began, Qiu Fenglin pulled Ma Qiancheng aside and confessed that he, too, wanted to learn martial arts.

Looking back now, it’s clear that the Gen Organization had long anticipated my intentions and sealed off the entire Qingshan Town because of it.

Later, after years of hiding, the End Law Cult resurfaced once more. Kui Bucun set up a Yin Gathering Formation to collect human souls—perhaps, just as in the past, they pretended on the surface to obey the high priest and make offerings to the goddess Nüwa, while secretly continuing to devour souls and perhaps even using living flesh as food.

Some chose to bite their tongues and end their lives, fearing torture and preferring to take matters into their own hands—death either way.

Liang Yan helped Feng Lin to her feet, took off his own bamboo hat and rain cape, and dressed her in them before supporting her step by step into the city.

Qin Xiao leaned close to Zhu Youjian’s ear and whispered for a while; as Zhu Youjian listened, an awkward expression crept onto his face.

Even those who had just arrived in the mortal realm—Yama, even the tenth Yama—were already among the most powerful in the underworld.

“I’ll go and prepare the assault squad,” Konstantin replied without protest, leaving the infirmary guarded by the secret magisters.

“Comminuted fracture in an ordinary person,” Salomon said, lifting the explosive gun with one hand and placing it in Fitz’s arms. He watched as the physicist from the science team nearly toppled over from the weight. Before Fitz could be crushed, Salomon promptly took the weapon back.