Chapter Eighty-Four: The End of All Evil

Liu the Half-Immortal was slightly surprised and asked, "A corpse-suppressing talisman? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"
Qin Xiaomo shook her head. "No mistake. That's what Senior Brother said. He saw that talisman in a handwritten book."
Liu the Half-Immortal looked at Yuan Tian and Gu Zha, sighed lightly, and said, "If that's true, things are going to get troublesome. Well, let's first try to confirm whether there really is a wine jar in that place. Then we'll consider our next steps."
"Master, how are we supposed to investigate?" Qingfeng asked.
"We'll need to go back there again," Liu the Half-Immortal gazed at the mountainside of Yingsi Mountain. "Remember the warding talisman I used earlier? That one, each of us takes one..."
In the distance, the valley was immense, shaped like the head of a giant wolf, with the wolf’s mouth serving as the entrance. The entire wolf’s head was colored in a dark reddish hue, the valley itself bearing the color of a death warning. It looked profoundly eerie.
Yet his family’s abilities were limited; they couldn’t find good materials and could only use ordinary ones to help him reforge his body. But the body thus remade was merely that of an ordinary person, and he would henceforth live as such—with little hope of advancing his cultivation.
"Then I’ll deal with you first, and afterwards kill the others!" Yi Ai dared not be careless, hastily transforming into his zombie form.
Ruan Chen smiled and said, "Put me down, young master. Don’t forget, you’ve cultivated the technique I gave you. If you kill me, someone will be notified right away..." At this point, Ruan Chen stopped speaking and pointed upward.
Both sides fought as they exchanged sharp words. Yi Ai and his companions soon realized that the weaker side consisted of members of the Yi clan. Yet Yi Ai could not be certain whether these were the ones they sought.
Nine bolts of lightning descended like nine sharp blades, carrying boundless strength, endless slaughter, invisible judgment, and merciless decrees. Like envoys of the supreme heavens, they pierced the yellow sand in the sky, striking fiercely at Zhang Lingyun.
Qingran was the most outrageous, laughing until his jaw wouldn’t close, now forcibly pushing it back with his own hands.
Zhao Yiming glanced at Director Sun, who waved his hand and led a few subordinates out of the classroom.
Zhou Hao had come merely as a bodyguard to escort Yu Qiuyah; what trouble could he possibly bring? Wasn’t he supposed to follow your arrangements?
Nowadays, the celestial court was not so busy. Those who said otherwise were either lazy or hoping for a bribe.
"Don’t look at him, look at me," Han Fei shouted tyrannically at Lin Yumeng, his breath huffing hotly with anger.
[Cannot Sever]—the pursuit of profit and fame is ultimately exhausted, disputes are settled. Worldly troubles do not disturb the threshold, green trees are best to shade the corners of the house, blue mountains fill in gaps atop the walls, with bamboo fences and thatched cottages.
"Of course it counts! The world is vast, and you two are always wandering right in front of me. How do you expect me to mind my own business?" Lin Yixian fixed his gaze on them.
Yet he became complacent, believing himself unrivaled, peerless under heaven, and disdainful toward all others.
So, if possible, always eat free-range chickens and their eggs. No matter how cleanly industrial chickens are raised, their vitality is lacking and what they provide is of little benefit—at best, they’re just filling junk food.
Shen Zhu ducked his head. To be honest, he got along well with his uncle’s three older brothers, but if he had to choose who he was closest to, it was naturally Shen Zhuqing. Yet Shen Zhuqing was also the one he feared most. Sometimes, he could ignore his uncle’s words, but when Shen Zhuqing spoke, he rarely dared to disobey.
Lin Yumeng was drooling, staring hungrily at the roasted meat. She dearly wished she could walk to the fire and grill a piece for herself. Watching the golden, oil-dripping meat made her appetite soar, its aroma drifting far on the wind.
Mo Fan gave her a general explanation, skirting over the matters of the Double Mysteries and the Tenfold Heavenly Dao Technique. He simply said that his Wangshu had cooled the heat, allowing him to absorb the fire qilin’s essence blood, finally breaking through to the rank of heavenly martial artist.