Chapter Ninety-Three: The Smell of Blood

At the disciples’ hall, in Chao Feng’s room.

As soon as Huang Li stepped through the door, he could not help asking, “Why did we leave just now? Couldn’t we have simply asked everything straight out?”

“Ask what, exactly? Ask whether Senior Brother was the one who took the jar away from the Fufeng Inn, or whether he is the spy?” Luo Shuling snapped, irritated by Huang Li’s stubborn simplicity.

Huang Li was left speechless.

Before long, Bai Ji and Qin Xiaomo returned as well. The moment Bai Ji came in, he asked Huang Li, “Did you find anything? Where did you track that person to afterward?”

Huang Li did not know whether he should say anything. He turned to look at Chao Feng and Luo Shuling. Chao Feng took over and said, “We tracked him down. He went into the senior brother’s room...”

The burly man’s face was full of unwillingness, his whole body trembling with fury. He had been defeated in a single move.

He had devoured many ghosts, but sins as foul and deep as this one could probably be counted on ten fingers.

Wang Jun gritted her teeth. She had not expected that after escaping those claws, so many others would fall into her adoptive father’s grasp.

If I were not absolutely certain that, besides me, only Lin Yi knew the news of going to capture Chen Ren, I would truly suspect that there was a traitor inside the police station.

Moreover, healing consumed vitality and blood, and the Azure Emperor’s Longevity Method seemed to use less of it than the Dao Embryo Breathing Method.

Meanwhile, the true dream fiend, under Chen Ye’s bitter pleading, could only remain in the house every day and go nowhere, or Chen Ye’s identity would be exposed.

Yet Yuan Qingming saw Luo Yi moving like a phantom, and with a flicker of her body, she directly kicked his two dark guards flying.

All things possess spirit; so do plants and trees. If one truly wished to seek something in the mountains, who could know them better than the vegetation there? But to sense things through them, communication was surely required. The ginseng spirit had grown in the mountains from the beginning, and after surviving heavenly tribulation to take human form, it had formally entered the Great Dao. In speaking with the plants and trees, it would certainly be far more capable than they were.

The next instant, a handful of powder was flung straight into Chen Ye’s face. Chen Ye hurried to shield himself with a barrier, but by the time he could see clearly again, Wei Wu was already nowhere to be found.

After hearing Qian Yingying’s words, everyone’s expression changed at once. They had never imagined that the first enemy they encountered upon entering the secret realm would be so powerful.

After all, in most people’s eyes, the suona was essentially an instrument associated with rural weddings and funerals.

When Mo You said it was a “gift,” almost everyone assumed it was some new research result.

She leaned back in her chair, picked up the bottle of purified water on the table, and unscrewed the cap to take a sip.

After the grave attendants finished their work, Zhang Chunyi’s family had also completed the burial. Only after another round of lamentation did they descend the mountain together.

Soul masters joining the Spirit Hall came in an endless stream, and even some ordinary folk were asking about ways to work there.

Warm, moist breath brushed against her ear, and the rich scent of orange blossom on her body made Wen Jingsi involuntarily think of that night.

Just by this move alone, Tianji Daoist had subdued Hu Lao Qilin, the wielder of the heavenly calamity death light capable of effortlessly killing a mighty being at the Dao-merging stage.

In the courtyard, Qing Shu sat on a soft couch placed to the right, and beside her sat a man with a white snake’s tail.

It was not until one occasion that the Seventh Prince, Zhou Xiu, noticed from certain minor, incidental details that something seemed to be wrong with his father.

The reporters on the scene, along with Chen Yu and the others outside, all widened their eyes and stared in disbelief at Zhou Mo.

Sometimes Mo Qianxia found Lin Mohan’s behavior rather annoying. She felt he was simply worrying too much, yet she did not know that this was Lin Mohan’s way of showing concern for her.

“Who?” Zhan Xiu asked again. A common enemy? Aside from the Medicine Association, which had been almost completely slaughtered by him, he truly had not encountered any enemy who could be said to be against him. Where on earth had this suddenly come from?

Settling comfortably into the soft sofa, the whole room had no other source of light except for the small fluorescent lamp behind the old patriarch, which cast only the faintest glow. That effect made the old patriarch’s silhouette appear especially tall and imposing, like the leader of a criminal underworld, eerie to the extreme.