Chapter 143: Reporting to My Master

Fairy, Your Life-Bound Sword Has Gained a Spirit Spring of the Orange Well 1281 words 2026-04-11 01:40:00

With her spiritual energy barely sustaining three cycles, temporarily suppressing the surging blood and qi, Bai Yuening dared not linger any longer. The cold, vacant gaze seemed to be etched deep within her soul, leaving her unable to calm her breath and mind.

She had to see her master immediately.

Carefully wrapping Ye Ming once again in the gray cloth and securing him on her back, the solid weight of the sword brought some steadiness to her chaotic thoughts.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, she headed straight toward the summit of Luoyun Peak.

Along the way, she encountered...

Originally, there was indeed internal strife. Bu Zheng had injured Young Master Mingguan and others; he wanted to applaud, and if not for the current circumstances, he certainly would have done so.

“Anyway, now that I know he lives here, if I happen to be nearby in the future, I’ll stop by to see him,” Murong Qing said casually.

As soon as Su Zixuan saw the team leader’s expression, she immediately frowned. The cat went over and exchanged a few words with the leader, who only lazily lifted their eyelids to glance at them before doing nothing further.

Yang Peiqi already knew about He Fangqing’s ex-husband, Shen Maocheng, and the third party who caused He Meiyun’s divorce from Shen Maocheng was named Jian Shu. Jian Shu was originally from Modu City and naturally now lived there.

She was calm and composed, resolutely exchanging her own life for the last shred of hope for everyone else.

Not only her, but the others also believed this, because Long Aoyi was one of the few chess masters of the Long family. No matter what style of match, he was proficient, including these kinds of sand-table simulations. He was the Long family’s future key strategist.

“Since you know these constitutions are stronger than my Phoenix Origin Body, can you spare my father?” Yan Qingwu understood well that experts like Lin Fei, who could easily overpower even those with innate talents, were truly terrifying. The entire Yan family was no match for him, and she did not want any harm to come to her family.

Thus, the venue for the final rehearsal was set at this parking lot. Around seven o’clock, Hanyan informed everyone to gather at the empty field Jun Danhuang had found, bringing the speakers used by Long Wu’s group for rehearsal, preparing for the last run-through.

Wu Xiao briefly introduced the business structure of the Shanghai company, emphasizing the “Meow Meow Project” that Hao Jun had mentioned. The engineers collectively remained noncommittal; when it came to market sensitivity, pure technicians clearly lacked insight. Hao Jun agreed wholeheartedly with this.

Riding together back to the hotel was fine, but Shu Ning had originally planned to rest a bit first and then go out for a walk at night. Yet someone used the excuse that all the rooms in the hotel were full and requested to be taken in.

I drank all the tea that Ji Xue had left behind. The tea was indeed fragrant and rich, making me reluctant to part. Just as I wanted more, I realized it was gone. Damn it.

“Chen Mu, I’m calling you now to help you. I’m telling you, Liu Yanyan is in danger. I won’t get into details. I know you don’t believe me, but whether you do or not, you can still try,” Tang Chenghao’s voice was low, tinged with a certain schadenfreude.

Zi You was preparing an ancient magical formation behind Zhu Long. Like Zhu Long, she bore the bloodline of a ninth-rank divine beast, now able to wield the power of an eighth-rank beast. Zhu Long sacrificed himself to ensure the safety of their mother and child; she was determined to take the child away from here.

This time, the Grand Elder did not conceal his form but flew openly toward Longde City, accompanied by Du Qianjie.

“We all know?” Upon hearing this, everyone present exchanged glances, sensing the confusion reflected in each other’s eyes.

The transmission was brief, almost instantaneous. Du Qianjie was still adjusting to the outside environment when a cold light suddenly stabbed through his chest.

“All right, Elder Qian, since the ships are fine, I’ll leave them to you. I have other matters to attend to, so I won’t see you off,” Xi Meng said with a smile after hearing Elder Qian’s words.