(41) Floodwaters Engulf the Di Family Refuge

The small, coddled bird in Liu Yi’s heart didn’t cry, but the entire Di Clan shelter was on the verge of tears. Overnight, the raging floodwaters atop Jiushan Peak were swept back by massive water tornadoes, surging over the tall walls of the Di Clan’s refuge. The hurricane-driven torrent poured into the shelter with wild abandon, submerging the rows upon rows of apartment buildings, which were instantly shattered and swept away. The floodwaters towered and surged, roaring forward with unstoppable force. People faced the devastation helplessly.

Yu Jie’er’s eyes were dark and bright, strikingly beautiful. At this moment, joy sparkled in her shining gaze, gleaming like gemstones. She placed the spirit stones to activate the formation, and in an instant, the Crescent Moon Flying Vessel became completely invisible, then silently soared from the floor-to-ceiling window into the blue sky.

The Venerable Wu Bei and the Venerable Jue Ran had arrived at Xuantian Sect half a month earlier, bringing Ling Zhi with them. Everyone had long grown used to such scenes, and they immediately spread out, each finding a good spot to watch the spectacle.

By now, the sky had turned a dusky gray. Their location was a sparse woodland, and in the distance, lights twinkled, suggesting that people lived there. The two of them chatted as they walked, time slipping by unnoticed, until before long, they arrived outside the magistrate’s office.

Even if it were dug up, it wouldn’t fall to them—so why sacrifice oneself for the sake of others? “Brother Shen, say nothing more. I like you. There’s only you in my heart. Only you treat me well. I’m willing to do anything for you.” Hearing Shen Yan’s gentle words, Cheng Ke’er’s heart overflowed with sweetness.

First, all the spirit herbs were thoroughly dried, then, following the prescribed order, a stalk of Violet Star Grass was crushed and added to the alchemy furnace. Never mind the rest—even seeing that completing the bonus quest could earn him a huge number of survival points was enough to excite Yang Cheng, not to mention the chance of obtaining mysterious items afterward.

Trying to find Yan Qi in such a vast place, among so many people, was like searching for a needle in the sea. Gao Yu saw this and slowly closed his eyes, questioning himself: if it were Han Qiao, would he have done the same?

Yet, six months later, the True Person Juechen was slain by Elder Qing Gang in the Burning Wastelands—Qing Gang and Taiqing’s feud was truly deep. Ayame didn’t answer Du Qianjie; instead, she smiled and looked into the distance, showing a complete lack of concern.

First, they had to poison the perimeter. Although Wu the Patron hadn’t come in person, he had entrusted Feng Jun with more than a dozen bottles of poison, most of which were Bewitching Heart Powder. Feng Jun strongly suspected that the batch of powder he’d confiscated last time had come from this very scoundrel.

Based on experience, it was clear someone was directing electromagnetic waves at him, attempting to influence his thoughts. But because his will was strong, all it resulted in was a headache.

Huangpu Invincible, seeing Lan Yu attack again, wore a grave expression. He circled his left hand, straightened his right, and met Lan Yu’s move head-on without any flourish.

“Ahem… Uh, Ushaha, I suddenly feel a bit hungry. Would you fix me something to eat?” Skaha cleared her throat and tried to change the subject guiltily.

The leaders of various nations were inwardly seething, and equally relieved—thank goodness they hadn’t provoked Ye Tian earlier, or their countries might have been reduced to ruins by now.

In previous years, they could only obtain a single Spirit-Nourishing Pill annually. Now, receiving five at once, how could anyone not be excited?

“I confess! I’ll tell you everything! It must’ve been the Xu brothers’ doing! It was definitely them, without a doubt!” Sun Rushi was scared out of his wits; if the Blood Purple Ginseng was lost, even ten heads wouldn’t be enough to atone for it.

What they didn’t know was that the big black ox wasn’t as powerful as they had imagined; its ability to take human form was thanks in part to Jiang Feng’s assistance.

Reina closed her eyes and spread her hands slightly, as if meditating—at this moment, she was recalculating the formula for channeling divine power.

Zhang Haoran’s expression was grim; he felt he’d truly been slapped in the face. Yet the other party was both an industry titan and a leading figure in the field—he could offend neither, so he could only swallow his anger in silence.