49 The Village of Cocoon Women (Part 6)

Fu Nuo felt a searing pain in her throat and cared little about whether the water was safe. When the maidservant brought the cup to her lips, she drank several frantic gulps until the relief in her throat allowed her to stop.

After all, they were unlike the native dark elves of Satar, who possessed their own barracks and could recruit vast armies at a minimal cost.

Both were peerless prodigies possessing invincible grace that spanned ancient and modern times. No matter which era they were placed in, they were destined to become the supreme figures of their age. This battle, watched by the entire world, was bound to be breathtakingly magnificent.

The delicate fragrance of Qi Ya and Qi Yun was gone from the brocade quilt on the inner side of the bed. Liu Mingzhi reached his hand beneath the covers and, feeling the faint, lingering warmth that had faded to less than a tenth of its original heat, understood that the sisters must have been awake and out of bed for a long time.

Of course, although Sang Chiyi, who had come to bid them farewell earlier, gave no reason for why everyone ended up staying once more, being able to dwell alongside his fellow human companions for a few more days was precisely what he desired most. Therefore, he did not ask too many questions, knowing full well that this was not a matter for him to probe.

It was not until I had continuously downed my fifth glass and three more empty bottles of Niulanshan Erguotou accumulated on the table that the realization finally hit me: that bastard Zhang Mingchao was getting me drunk.

"The fox demon deserves to die!" Guichen's fury soared. Forcing his spiritual power to surge, he whipped up a violent gale that swept directly toward Ruyu.

The courtyard was vast, surrounded by menial servants who went about their tasks with bowed heads, completely silent, imbuing the space with a deathly stillness.

"Hey, I find this strange. I don't belong to you, yet you're unhappy with me? You're unhappy that I quietly stay at home too? Besides, I'm not that kind of man—I touch wine, but never women. You have to believe me..." The pockmarked man muttered with his back turned to her, but when he finally turned around, he froze in place.

Lang Qingsheng plunged headfirst into a water vat just as a ball of fire blasted right into his face. If he were to get burned and left with scars, wouldn't this peerless visage be ruined in an instant? That would be an enormous loss to the Xuanyuan Realm. He stayed under until he could no longer hold his breath, emerged, removed his hair ribbon to wring out the water, and dried his hair.

Luo Xuan's intention was crystal clear: after exchanging a single palm strike with Zhihui, everything that had happened today would be written off as settled. Although Zhihui did not understand why Luo Xuan chose to fight him when he held the upper hand in the situation, it did not prevent him from making a swift decision and stepping forward.

Perhaps under strict orders, they might barely manage to maintain discipline at first, but as time dragged on, they would likely lose all restraint.

In the blink of an eye, Qingming arrived, and the peach blossoms across the hills outside the city were ablaze with red. Thunder shook the earth while dragons and snakes hibernated; ample rain nourished the spring fields, leaving grasses and trees lush and supple. Early in the morning, Ye Cheng hoisted an umbrella and stepped out of the city. Since there was only one road leading north from Qingzhou City, he had no fear of losing his way.

The two of them had cooperated for a long time and understood each other implicitly. Springing into the air from where they stood, they swooped in from left and right to capture Murong Lin right on his horse.

The wine and provisions they had brought along had also been completely consumed. Naturally, Li An and the other three could not finish it all, so the remaining drinks were polished off by the guards. After all, hauling those heavy supplies back would be tiring; if they could eat and drink everything now, the journey back would be much lighter.

After walking for about half an hour, the group, led by Ding Daquan, arrived outside Dong Huai's residence.

Indeed, this was not a problem easily resolved, but after muttering and pondering for a moment, Yan Shao's expression suddenly shifted, and a smile crept up the corners of his mouth.

However, Eleanor did not make a fuss, nor did her expression even change. She continued relentlessly healing the knights' wounds with divine arts, occasionally unleashing offensive divine spells against the enemies before her.

In truth, Luo Xuan held a certain fondness for Ji Wuming. Unlike his "good elder brother," who always put Bai Zhantang at the forefront of his mind and had just moments ago rescued Bai Zhantang from the crisis of the Blazing Thunder Ball, Luo Xuan remained oblivious to the fact that across countless timelines, it was precisely this very same good elder brother who would blow his brains to mush with a thunder ball.

For every thousand years of age, a spiritual herb doubled in value. A tier-three spiritual herb was worth only a hundred superior primordial stones, and a tier-four herb was worth five hundred. But once a spiritual herb reached the tier-five threshold, its price skyrocketed directly to three thousand primordial stones—a sum equivalent to an ordinary inferior-grade spiritual weapon.

Curious, she walked over to the window and watched as Huo Shengxuan stepped out of the car and entered the living room. She looked at him in mild astonishment, unsure whether he was the genuine Huo Shengxuan or an imposter, and thus dared not speak rashly. She simply stood there, staring at him in a daze.

The primordial entity let out a series of roars on the ground. The sudden transformation filled it with an instinctive panic and unease, as if the force dominating it had touched upon some taboo sealed deep within its genes, evoking a dread far surpassing the fear of death.

The pitch-black, unadorned blade completely failed to align with Chu Yu's aesthetic, and the heavy weight in his hand immediately made itself felt. These factors led Chu Yu to completely write off the weapon as a candidate for elimination. Too lazy to even use an appraisal technique on it, he casually slung the thin sword across his back.

Startled by Gong Yuweichen's sudden question, Jiang Qiaoer found herself asking the exact same thing in her heart: could it be that she truly no longer loved Gong Yuweichen?

Even if her body utterly collapsed, even if she no longer possessed her former vibrant energy, she was still able to smile.