“What is it?” Bu Ting sealed the entire Zhenyao Prison with a wave of his sleeve and turned to look at the letter in Nan Feng’s hand. “Master, your disciple has a favor to ask of you.” Nan Feng stuffed the letter into his sleeve, looking embarrassed and uncomfortable. ...
“Is this suggestion not good?” Seeing that no one was speaking, Jiu Hui smiled shyly. “No, it’s very good.” The Palace Master of Changshou Palace regained her senses. “The Qi of Extreme Evil can harm all living beings. Although the cultivation of a ten-thousand-year-old great yao can be called a demigod, it is not a god after all. Sect Master Bu, why don’t you give it a try?” ...
“Should we keep pasting?” Jiu Hui asked Zhi You via voice transmission. “If we continue, the jade box will turn into a mountain of talisman papers.” Zhi You stopped sticking talisman paper on it. The jade box covered with layer and layer of talisman papers had become a pile of talisman papers. No one would have guessed that there was a jade box buried under the thick talisman papers. ...
“Nothing major.” Nan Feng saw that Yuan Wo seemed genuinely unaware, and he reined in his emotions. “Someone saw demonic cultivators near where you passed by, so I came to ask about it.” ...
“Nan Feng, are you doubting Zhenxing Tower?” Bu Ting lifted the glass lantern, its light shining brightly, illuminating Nan Feng’s youthful face. ...
Wait a minute… This place was a desolate wilderness, with only Jiu Hui and Zhi You, two disciples from minor sects. Even if he escaped or even taught the two a lesson, there wouldn’t be any great power to stand up for them. ...
“Are you sure that divine fortune teller with tough words is setting up a stall here?” Jiu Hui accompanied Linchi to search around the place where it was scammed twice, but they still couldn’t find the so-called fortune teller. Linchi nodded with certainty, “The day I met him, he was right here.” ...
“Fish?” Tao Er looked at the steamed fish over and over again. Why would someone set up so many formations in a food box just to hold a steamed fish? “Why did Immortal Venerable Bu send you steamed fish?” ...
A day ago, the Jiutian Sect was a magnificent sight to behold, with its carved beams and painted rafters, upturned eaves and corners, and towering pavilions. Anyone who visited would have exclaimed at its grandeur, calling it a veritable fairy realm on earth. But the current Jiutian Sect was like it had been ravaged by a violent storm, thrown into complete disarray. ...
The footsteps were somewhat chaotic, indicating that more than one person was approaching. Jiu Hui put her right index finger to her lips and blinked. “We can whisper. No one outside can see or hear us.” ...