Chapter 100: The Revelation
“Ha ha!” Shen Du laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying himself.
He extended a finger, playfully pointing at Wang Heng from a distance. “You little rascal, how can you be so shameless?”
“You sly fox, this isn’t exactly an apprenticeship—”
One had to admit, Wang Heng’s mischievous demeanor greatly pleased Shen Du.
He softened his tone, no longer maintaining that aloof and unyielding stance.
Wang Heng immediately seized the opportunity, licking her soft, fair cheek.
“Are you still able to move?” Lin Yumeng put away the Five-Colored Divine Dragon, suppressing the joy on her face as she asked Han Fei.
Just as he closed his eyes to rest, Mo Fan heard Huai Shuo calling him from outside the ‘gate.’ He smiled quietly to himself, realizing the Niu Yan tribe had made up their minds.
“Bang—bang—” Two sharp gunshots rang out in quick succession, two bullets striking the large tree Xiao Yunfei was leaning against. Thin wisps of blue smoke rose, and a few leaves gently drifted down.
This was actually good news, for the more numb the spirit, the less pain Red Xuan would feel, making him even more fierce.
The medicinal diet was simple: stewed pig’s head. The pig’s head came from one of the emperor’s consorts. Having been favored three times yet unable to bear a dragon child, the emperor’s chief steward, in front of the emperor and his other favored consorts, gave her a harsh reprimand.
The air in Nanshui Mountain was damper and more stifling than outside, giving the impression of a sealed processing factory.
In this way, people felt much more at ease. Someone was assigned to keep watch; there was no longer the constant anxiety of when the flood might strike.
It was said that Young Master Liu was deeply saddened, but since it was New Year’s Eve and no mourning was allowed in the household, he ordered the servants to handle the preparations.
As Liu Kehong was lost in thought, suddenly a commotion nearby interrupted him. It turned out that King Ode and Odin’s party had arrived in the vicinity.
Because this time was different from the usual rush to plow and transplant rice seedlings, and with new farming tools at home, Gu Huaming didn’t hire help, planning for his family to finish all the work themselves.
In an instant, Shi Hao realized he had arrived at the vast sea that had previously blocked his way. From the sky, this sea was indeed expansive, but it did not surround the entire forbidden area within.
Walking through the cave’s entrance felt like entering a passageway. The walls were pitch black, with the occasional drip of water echoing in the emptiness. Qiuzhe’s footsteps resonated alone in the cavern.
After listening to Zhao Xinyu’s heartfelt sobbing, Feng Yin’s expression remained unreadable, even showing a hint of impatience.
Having obtained the ghostly authority, the Emperor of Fengdu’s Dao Fruit body seemed more refined, yet still carried an imperfect emptiness, for he had not reclaimed the ghostly authority held by the Lord of Mount Tai.
Having blocked someone’s path, one naturally became a stepping stone, paying a price. This was an unspoken rule of the circles—survival of the fittest, no matter where.
“She already has someone she likes!” Feng Yin recalled her expression that day, her eyes brimming with adoration.
Lei Yi’s eyes widened as he looked at the pair ahead, unexpectedly finding the scene quite harmonious.
The three of them were clear in their intention: as long as Qiuzhe couldn’t be found, they hadn’t lost. Qiuzhe himself showed no intention of climbing the tree to look for the Dragon Flame Fruit, his eyes vacant as he stared ahead, lost in thought.
“What... exactly is going on? I seem to recall...” Lan Youming’s recollection caused a headache, making it hard for him to breathe.
Xiao Wan’s meaning was already clear—the old master Yi had instructed Yi Tianxing to burn the letter. This clearly meant there was something in the letter not meant for outsiders. What exactly in the letter did the old master Yi not want others to know? Without Yi Tianxing’s revelation, no one would ever find out.