Zhi You’s smile was so happy and brilliant, his entire being was radiating with the light of joy. Faced with such a Zhi You, Jiu Hui couldn’t bear to ask the questions in her heart. “Follow me.” Zhi You gently took her hand and held it in his palm. ...
“This is impossible!” The fox yao couldn’t believe that a human cultivator could escape his life-saving ultimate technique. “Could it be that I have no desires?” Jiu Hui looked down at the unconscious Zhi You and used her spiritual power to move him to a corner in the distance, where he sat against the wall. ...
The rain came quickly and fiercely. The diners quickly finished their rice dumplings and helped Boss Song pack up her stall. The wind blew the rain under the tarpaulin, and everyone became drenched. “What a heavy rain.” A kind-looking auntie shivered from the cold rain. “How come the rain is heavier than in summer?” ...
“Eldest Senior Brother…” Faced with Yan Bo’s curiosity, Zhi You lowered his head. “Still a little bit short.” “A little bit?” Yan Bo was a little disappointed. “I think it’s a little more than a little bit. Little Junior Brother, you like this isn’t doable.” ...
“The Immortal Lord is right, this punishment is indeed too light.” Amidst the flurry of snow and wind, another figure emerged. The newcomer was clad in a black cloak, and their tone carried a hint of disapproval towards Bu Ting. “The Immortal Lord is too kind-hearted. He only sentenced him to seven days of sweeping duty on Fuguang Mountain. I fear that he will harbor resentment and end up harming others.” ...
“That bracelet… what does it mean?” Yuan Wo asked Jin Qingqiu, stammering. “A magic weapon refined with the Stone of Empathy that will react when the wearer has emotions.” Jin Qingqiu’s face was very ugly. “Long ago, cultivators used this stone to test the emotions of their mounts in order to communicate with mounts that had not yet developed spiritual intelligence.” ...
Pingling Yao and Jin Qingqiu remained silent after hearing Yuan Wo’s words. Although they had not participated in the matter, their ancestors had. The sect masters walking in front didn’t turn around, perhaps because they didn’t hear, or perhaps because they heard but didn’t know how to answer. ...
For the human, yao, and demon clans, Immortal Lord Fuguang was both a benefactor and the fulcrum that maintained the superficial peace of the Three Realms. Therefore, even when a new Demon King ascended to the throne, they had sent a letter to Fuguang Mountain as a gesture of their determination and sincerity. ...
“Jiu Hui, why are you here?” Not expecting Jiu Hui to suddenly appear, Yu Luan tightly pinched the medicine bottle hidden in her sleeve and slowly put it back. Bu Ting looked at the young woman outside the courtyard gate and slowly said, “Miss Jiu Hui doesn’t stay at the banquet. Why have you come to see this Bu-mou?” ...
Upon hearing Jiu Hui’s words, Bu Ting fell silent for a moment. He looked at Nan Feng, who avoided his gaze. Jin Qingqiu turned to look at Nan Feng, then slipped over to Jiu Hui’s side. “Is this fellow Daoist okay?” ...