Chapter 68: Slapping the Extremes in the Face

Had Chen Wanzhu not spoken of it, the Xie family would never have known that Xie Jinyu not only got married but had also climbed up in the world.

They were even less prepared to discover that ever since Xie Jinyu went to the countryside as an educated youth, she had grown distant from the Xie family, rarely even corresponding by letter.

By the year before last, all letters had ceased entirely.

Mother Xie had gone to the Chen family, asking them to inquire about Xie Jinyu's situation when writing to Chen Wanzhu. It was only through this inquiry that they learned Xie Jinyu had registered her marriage before the new year.

Xie Jinyu was not—

As the two whispered, they suddenly heard the sound of ocean tides crashing against the shore and waves battering the reefs. Only then did they realize the immortal skiff had entered the airspace above the vast sea.

"Well, as the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone or strained tendon, so it is naturally quite difficult to heal quickly. Even though high-grade medicinal herbs are taken daily, if the nutrition fails to keep pace, the medicinal efficacy will be greatly compromised," Ou Zhiyang laughed heartily.

Abruptly, Zhao Han pulled back his fist with a fierce snap, twisted his waist, and lashed out with a vicious kick. Like a blue dragon emerging from the water, carrying a terrifying and violent force, he struck Chen Huiran's flank with lightning speed. The air vibrated violently, emitting a piercing sonic boom.

"It seems I overestimated myself!" As it turned out, all his deductions were riddled with flaws in the other's eyes.

Qin Shou muttered joyfully to himself. Too lazy to bother searching for any stairs, he resorted to his old trick and delivered a stylish rising dragon punch straight into the ill-fated ceiling. Blasting a hole through the brick-and-wood structure, he hauled himself up onto the fifth floor.

The tourists and spectators on the outer perimeter found the show quite thrilling, though none of them suspected anything supernatural. Given the distance and lack of clarity, they simply assumed Qin Shou was a stuntman hanging from wires.

Some Changwang Palace disciples, who had suddenly lost their opponents, witnessed this god-and-demon-like spectacle unfold right before their eyes and froze on the spot in utter shock. Dazed and bewildered, they had no idea whether what was happening was real or an illusion.

"Too strong! The gap is simply too vast!" Mingxuan retreated dozens of steps before finally managing to dodge the strike. Even so, he was left gasping for breath. Although his performance was much better than his previous battle with Guardian Wang, the chasm in strength could not be concealed.

As for what that so-called private experimental research actually was, let us finally take a look at how Zhen Shifeng answered when facing police interrogation.

Suspended above the Sword Pool were five glacial divine swords. The one in the center was about six chi and four cun long, deep blue throughout, with a hilt shaped like a dragon's tail, a tip like a dragon's tongue, and a blade as even as rippling waves. The four swords on either side were about four chi and nine cun long, pale blue throughout, possessing slightly less of a dragon's might and a bit more of a serpent's ethereal spirit.

Xue Bingxin's innocent eyes fluttered incessantly, tinged now with a trace of panic.

Just at this moment, Zhongli Tian stepped forward, toying with a yellow crystal in his hand. The crystal emitted such a dense concentration of spiritual energy that the nearly unconscious Three-Headed Divine Python gave a start and snapped to attention, raising its massive head to look toward the source of the spiritual energy.

During this period, whenever they had free time, Feng Qing and the others would instill in everyone the fact that the Void Heaven Monarch was none other than Shu Lü. Gradually, everyone came to accept that Shu Lü was a deity who had not yet ascended to the divine realm.

Long ago, the demon, beast, and Asura clans were long rejected by the human race as mortal enemies. Ancient cultivators also considered slaying demons and subduing devils as their bounden duty, traveling across the land while often styling themselves as the righteous path. Under the banner of eliminating demons and upholding the dao, a large portion of them used this pretext to commit numerous offenses and wrongdoings.

"Do you think I would bring a troublesome burden like you along for such a boring reason?" Fu Junjue retorted coldly and indifferently.

"What's wrong?" Xia Dongxiang, who had been watching her make the phone call all this time, felt a rising sense of unease at the sight of her anxious expression. However, being accustomed to major storms and trials, he managed to remain quite composed for the moment.

When his spiritual awareness probed into the shard of the sword tip, Zhongli Tian's expression darkened instantly in the span of a single breath! Because... the scrap of iron was completely empty, wait... no, there was still the Three-Headed Divine Python.