Chapter 62: Sister Fei Was Right After All!

Within Lu Qingfei flowed a spiritual vein.
This spiritual vein was not bound by the Spirit Shackles, nor was it affected by the spiritual energy of the cultivation world.
She never worried about her spiritual power, though the side effect was always a chilling cold that pierced to the bone.
Regardless of the season, Li Heng could always notice her subtle changes and would take off his outer robe to drape it around her shoulders.
Once, while she was at the Hundred Physicians Hall fetching medicine for Senior Sister Fu Liu, she happened to encounter Zhao Ce, who had been injured in a fierce battle within a secret realm.
Zhao Ce was always close with Li Heng, and...
Jiang Xinghui closed her eyes and took several deep breaths; hearing so many unbelievable things at once left her struggling to adapt.
When the Jiang family patriarch and the others realized what was happening, they immediately understood—these people had come for the Mingti Fruit.
Guangwu retraced his path, escorted out of the cave by Xuan Zhenzi, who bade him farewell with a wave. With this eagle, he was like a tiger with wings; to hunt with such a bird brought him even greater prestige and awe.
Lei Jun was not someone she dared question—he was the captain, her superior. The doctors were best left alone, and Scorpion was so cold and reticent that she could barely utter a word in front of him. And so, Nezha became the unlucky one.
Lei Jun gazed out the window; the décor here was a testament to the immense value of every inch of space. Even the ornamental trees swayed with graceful beauty, like dancers caught in the wind. The pool, the rockery, the lawns—all were exquisite beyond compare. Despite the exorbitant prices, the place was still filled with visitors, including quite a few foreigners.
“Falun, what is the meaning of this?” Gu Fu’s expression darkened as he glared at Falun, who had blocked his way, displeasure written all over his face.
Yu Min planned to return to the city bureau and look into Lei Jun’s background, using her position for a personal investigation. She couldn’t let this go without holding him accountable.
The spirit ape’s eyes lit up; it immediately realized that the pink flame was the key. With a flap of its wings, it soared upward. Ao Fan, too, understood that the pink flame was the crystal skeleton’s weakness, and with a thought, gathered the lightning swirling around the skeleton’s body and sent it hurtling toward the pink fire.
Xu Laixi raised his brows in surprise, but asked no further questions. He knew that some things were better left unknown.
Luo Chen... such an incorrigible old fellow, yet they were all fellow practitioners, so there was little to say.
Mu Tianran always felt his family’s old man kept many things from him. He’d thought the old fellow mysterious even before—always coming and going without a trace, no one ever knowing what he was up to.
Zhan Huan looked at the black-clad man who now held his life in his hands. When he saw the soft sword and the intricate patterns etched upon its blade, he was briefly stunned. Yet tangled with his deep hatred, buried in his heart, was a sudden sense of relief, as if a burden had been lifted, bringing with it a sliver of ease and comfort.
He didn’t ask for my permission at all. After speaking, he vanished into midair, but suddenly a white light spread through the sky, slowly enveloping the entire Demon Domain.
“He is, after all, a descendant of the Denor Star System and…” Reina paused, a playful smile on her lips.
“Huh, that actually sounds reasonable!” The old master, dusting off his long-unused catchphrase, uttered it for Blackmother, though it sounded rather odd.
Slowly, her eyes opened. To her surprise, her body was free from aches. Turning her gaze to the man beside her, still fast asleep, she watched him for a while—his lashes were long and handsome, and his skin was flawless.
Mu Tianran and Catherine were already well acquainted, so after giving his statement, Mu Tianran was allowed to leave.
A fierce headache hit without warning. It was as though that point of light had already pierced into her brain. Shen Yun let out a sharp scream, clutching her head and collapsing in agony onto the screen.
“Chu Ling, are you really not participating in the competition this time?” A member from Costume Group A said, “The clothes you designed last time were so popular.” Her face reflected her disappointment—she would have loved to join, but hadn’t the chance.
When Kenpachi Zaraki reappeared before the crowd, he ran his hand across his chest, and only then did everyone realize—he had been wounded and was bleeding.