32 The Eighth Person

Upstairs and downstairs—was there really any need for such a fuss? Lin Yiyi didn't voice her thoughts; it would have been too much of a mood-killer. When Ning Shixiu reached out his hand to her, she offered a faint smile, placed her hand in his, and let him lead her upstairs.

Qin Haolin, on the other hand, felt a bit embarrassed; he had sampled every dish on the table and ended up piling food into Dugu Mo's bowl as well.

Handsome is as handsome does, and while he was certainly a delight to the eyes, not every good-looking man can be called a beautiful youth.

Mu Xiaoxiao was startled and instinctively reached out to grab him, causing both of them to tumble forward together.

Rather than being passive, it was better to take the initiative. In any case, while the current relationship between Ning Shixiu and Lin Yiyi wasn't exactly one of fire and water, it was hardly harmonious; it shouldn't be difficult to make Ning Shixiu feel that Lin Yiyi was trying to drive a wedge between them.

Nearby, Angnuo was intercepted by a succession of people coming over to exchange pleasantries, wine glass still in hand.

Sure enough, the moment they met, Baili Xifeng made a demand of Mu Han: he was to accompany Protector Mu to Yuanshui Town to track down the killer.

After he had set up the formation and settled the villagers, he was just about to leave when he saw two figures drifting down from the sky—it was Jifeng and Xingluo, who had arrived to rendezvous with him.

Tang Buchuo walked alongside Murong Jinyan, primarily observing the scenery with the photographer.

It was true that she couldn't stand Lin Yiyi; it was true that she despised her; and it was true that she couldn't bear to see Lin Yiyi receive Ning Shixiu’s favor despite her notorious reputation. There was no denying that.

Chiana looked at Fuji Shusuke with a peculiar expression, perhaps carefully sizing him up.

Eve took a day off because her grandfather had fallen gravely ill again. Word was that this time it was serious. With Eve away from Feng Guang's side, Feng Guang couldn't sneak out of the palace to see Herman.

Setting aside the poison of the flora and the twisted shapes of the branches, the terrain in this forest was quite uneven. From time to time, one would encounter pits and pools filled with an unidentifiable, murky gray-black liquid that roiled with persistent black smoke and emitted a foul, fishy stench—a sight both terrifying and nauseating.

Feng Guang looked up and saw him gazing at her with intense focus. In his slightly curved phoenix eyes, beyond the smile he wore as a protective mask, there was a tenderness that made one’s heart tremble.

"A magnificent set of Seven Flying Goose Swords! Could this array of magic tools be the work of Fellow Daoist Tie Guiyan? And yet, why does it seem somewhat different from those I have seen in the past?" A deep, resonant voice rang out, carrying a subtle undertone of doubt.

Following his memory, Meng Xiang paid no heed to whatever speculations the immortal cultivators might have made about his actions and flew straight toward the Glazed Fairyland. It didn't take long before he arrived in its vicinity.

Liu Yu reached the threshold. Chai Jin tried to grab his legs to plead for mercy, only to be kicked away. Liu Yu did not break his stride, stepping directly through the gates of Fengcui Palace.

However, Meng Xiang could also sense the beings in the river. Those showing the most activity were powerful, especially those capable of leaping briefly above the surface; the mere aura they exuded unintentionally was enough to make his heart tremble.

"Luo Yuhan!" The voice was soft and hoarse, tinged with weariness; it was clear at a glance that he had been traveling in a rush without rest.

"It’s just... when did the seals on the treasures all vanish? It’s perfect timing; you should check them one by one to see if any are related to you." Under those circumstances, could Lin Qing have possibly stolen treasures for him?

It was certain that Old Madam Gao calling everyone over so early in the morning wouldn't be for anything good, but Lian Yin was equally certain that the old lady wasn't looking for trouble with her today—if she was looking for anyone, it would be Gao Lianxiang, as she had gone to see the young monk the day before.

Luo Hongye finally spoke up to interrupt Luo Qiaoyu’s incantation, for the roars were drawing closer and closer.

Although the assessments were always somewhat dangerous, she had never taken them to heart. She had immense confidence in her own strength and, for a long time, had presented an unflappable facade to outsiders.

Fortunately, the emperors of the Tang Dynasty paid more attention to health and dietary regimens and did not hold much reverence for Taoist alchemy, which allowed Emperor Daizong of Tang to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Wow, wow, wow! Master is amazing! Master is mighty!" Fatty Xiong, who had opened his eyes at some point, shouted excitedly.

"There must be wild beasts in this cave." Lin Qing only dared to cautiously project a sliver of her divine sense to probe inside, finding it to be extremely cold and damp.

Jinxiu smiled; this didn't prove anything. Before revealing the secret of the cave-heaven to Luo Zhen, she and her husband rarely woke up or left the house at the same time, yet no one in the entire household would use that to measure the affection between them.

Led by the Azure Phoenix, it took less than half a day for Su Yi and Shen Rouxue to find three Immortal Meteorite Stones.

Most importantly, these people were all kneeling here as if possessed, and no amount of pulling could get them up. If this were to get out, it would surely hit the headlines tomorrow, and she might even lose her position as vice-principal.

Guo Xiaoman, having heard of the Wu family, naturally knew the name of the biggest underworld boss in Dongyang City, but she had never seen him in person.

Ye Luotian wore a sneering expression, his disdain undisguised. Yet, immediately after, a series of figures flew over from behind him, standing blankly at his back.

"This person acts in mysterious ways. Ten years ago, he suddenly descended upon our Longhu Mountain Doulu Sect to meet the Sect Master, though he only had that one encounter with him. Farewell!" Ye Ruobang said immediately.

"I really wanted to treat you like a brother. I was afraid that if you knew my true identity, we would only drift further apart. That is why I kept it hidden, letting you believe I was just an ordinary person like you," Jiang Kailan said, cutting off Hong Ziyao.

Old Eight snorted and said, "If all else fails, I’ll just sell the hotel!"