Before March was over, the little yaos of Nushen Mountain heard a piece of news. The little tyrant of Shanghuang Village had returned with her lackey. As soon as the news came out, the brawls on Nushen Mountain almost disappeared. The little yaos who usually liked to hang out outside suddenly seemed to have taken a liking to cultivation, and they didn’t even dare to step out of their gates. ...
“Nushen City…” Elder Hei looked at the dilapidated flying boats filled with the people of Nushen City, the expression on his face a mixture of mockery and amusement. “This city is still standing?” Jiu Hui turned her head to look at him. “Elder Hei has also heard of Nushen City?” ...
When Jiu Hui called herself a female yao, Bu Ting was stunned at first, but then he understood that she was deliberately mocking him for accusing Immortal Lord Fuguang of being moved emotionally in the past. His master, Mu Qi, and the sect masters of the other nine sects, their deaths had become meaningless, even becoming a death knell for the impending catastrophe. ...
The flying boats sailed through the clouds, and everyone’s face was filled with the relief and joy of surviving a disaster. Jiu Hui leaned against the railing, surrounded by her senior brothers and sisters who were bombarding her with questions. ...
Regardless of what the Ten Great Sects were thinking, the yaos were still on the move. Recently, yaos had begun to appear in places protected by the Ten Great Sects, digging up graves. Sometimes, the disciples of the Ten Great Sects who were patrolling outside would even encounter yaos from the yao clan head-on. The yaos would then leave nonchalantly under their watchful and wary gazes. ...
“All the children have boarded the flying boat!” “City Lord, many elderly people are unwilling to board the ship, saying… saying that they want to leave the opportunity for the younger generation.” The City Lord of Manxiang City looked at the dark sky, his hands trembling. “Everyone… everyone, get on the boat. Don’t leave anyone behind.” ...
Zhang He was a rigorous person who would never go back on his word. Therefore, even though many of the practices and styles of Wangshu Pavilion left him feeling very confused, he still remained at Wangshu Pavilion. In recent days, he had traveled far and wide, met many people, and witnessed the suffering and loss of ordinary people. Although he was still worried about his disciple, he gradually understood why Yin Ji could no longer return to the Jiutian Sect. ...
Zhang He had never set foot in Wangshu Pavilion, but every year, the disciples of Wangshu Pavilion would go to the ten major sects to complain about their hardships. In his imagination, Wangshu Pavilion should have been dilapidated, poor, and desolate, but he did not expect it to be so picturesque. ...
The success of the small grass carp led to other little yaos following suit. Yan Bo saw a fat, white cat and an ugly bird that looked like a tree stump desperately trying to squeeze inside, and his mind was a little dazed. Weren’t these the two little yaos that Little Junior Sister Jiu Hui keep in her courtyard? Why had they come to join the fun? ...
Zhi You stared blankly at Jiu Hui, then closed his eyes. It turned out that he was still dreaming. Tao Er looked at this one, and looked at that one, wishing he could ask on the spot what the zhuixu was all about, but before he could open his mouth, Tao Xiangyi covered it with his hand. ...