Chapter 59: You’re just relying on the fact that I like you, deliberately provoking me

Springwater Family of the Nineties Listening to the Rain Among the Hall of Magnolia 1279 words 2026-04-10 09:06:04

“What’s going on now?” Gu Bin, unaware of the truth, bent down and teased with a mocking tone, “It’s just been one night, and you’re already trying to be ungrateful and burn bridges?”

“From now on, don’t come looking for me again.” Lin Xiyu took two steps back, putting some distance between them.

“Why?” Gu Bin’s gaze suddenly darkened, a chilling hostility emanating from his eyes.

“Ask your mother...” Lin Xiyu’s heart pounded.

“Zhou Yuan, now that we’ve returned to Fang Island, are we about to start recruiting disciples in earnest?” Huofei asked as they flew.

After gathering the belongings from the three, Yang Qi led the group of four toward the entrance of the seventh level. Along the way, whenever they encountered any lesser spirit demons, he left them for the three to handle, while he himself, multitasking, began familiarizing himself with the sword formation inside the gourd.

Just two breaths later, the Glazed King and the Illusion King appeared simultaneously. When the two of them took in the scene before them, they were so shocked they stood frozen in place.

On those stone tablets, Yang Qi saw the names of many Emperors and even Saints, filling him with awe.

While the two were speaking, Sword Soul Gongsun Dame suddenly moved. With a single motion, she appeared instantly at Wu Yi’s left side, executing the Sword Shadow Step. Wu Yi managed to block her sudden strike with the horn of a giant beast.

The Icefire Dragon Jade could grant its master enhanced power, and when implanted into dragon flesh, it could weaken the influence of draconic will, greatly increasing the success rate of such transplants.

Because of this, when Wu Zhengxie announced he would take them back to marry, Bing Ling’s first instinct was to find any excuse to refuse. It was a sign of her anxiety and fear; sixteen years ago, had Wu Zhengxie merely given the order, no matter the danger, Bing Ling would not have hesitated.

From that point on, Gojima, the envoy of the Bonecarver Demon Tribe, began privately increasing the tribute quotas demanded from the Shapeshifter Demon Tribe, each time higher than the last.

Next came an exciting task: both Kaynie and Robin eagerly volunteered to fetch water from the river.

Zhou Yuan walked up to Liu Xin, reached out his hand without a hint of gentleness, and grabbed her head. At this moment, Liu Xin’s hair was standing on end from the electricity, her appearance entirely disheveled.

After Mu Sanqian and his companion had gone some distance, a short, chubby old Taoist appeared from who knows where, watching Mu Sanqian with a look of satisfaction.

Lian Wushuang’s words struck like a bolt of insight, startling Jing Ye. Cautiously, she glanced at the demons nearby, only to see Yan Beixie and Ling Guang exchange a look, as if Lian Wushuang had exposed their hidden thoughts.

If only Shang Rong were present, he could have charged into the reeds and stirred up trouble. But the princess neither possessed cultivation nor martial skills; all he could do was meet the enemy head-on, then retreat, prioritizing her safety above all.

Dongling Mountain was the largest range on the outskirts of Yanjing, with a ring road stretching almost a hundred kilometers. It was a favorite spot for thrill-seeking youths to race cars in the dead of night.

Upon hearing that Zhang Yong was merely weak, Shi Jingtian was greatly relieved. His layers of fat had truly saved his life; if there was still no aid from the imperial city by tomorrow, they would have to find a way to send Zhang Yong back for treatment. Having nearly lost his life over Shi Jingtian’s troubles, gratitude welled up in Shi’s heart.

Then, it was discovered that inside this seemingly discarded, battered wooden box in the corner, there was another box, this one locked.

“Have you noticed there’s a strange kind of energy in our bodies?” Just as Tang Jun was about to return to the training camp, Drunken Hero, who had been idling nearby, spoke up.

About a dozen meters away from Dong Fei and the others, the centurion halted his soldiers. After surveying the surroundings and finding no sign of ambush or traps, his suspicions were further confirmed.