Chapter 60

Huahua and Han Feng exchanged a smile and embraced to kiss deeply once more. This time it was a lingering kiss, and finally, the two tumbled down into the reed marsh.

Turning his head, Han Feng looked at the young gentlemen around him, noticing that he had changed into another outfit—a simple and casual white silk shirt.

"Would you like me to stay with you a little longer?" Qi Mushen reached out, his slightly cool fingers brushing against Chichi's hair.

To everyone's surprise, however, the gloomy-looking man had not died yet. Although the flame of his life was faint to the extreme, as if a mere gust of wind could extinguish it, as time passed, not only did the flame of life not go out, but it even showed a tendency to grow stronger.

After Momo and the others left, Han Feng made some simple preparations and set off in the direction where Karp had departed.

Because Gu Linyao was not by her side, Su Luoyan felt awkward staying at Gu Linyao's house and could not enjoy her meals properly. Therefore, after eating just a little, she went upstairs. In his house, all the servants kept watching her. It felt so strange, truly so strange; she did not like being looked at like that at all.

Zhuge Fangming stopped in his footsteps, refusing to get any closer, and simply looked at him from afar through a layer of mist.

As for Song Rong, it was a rumor deliberately spread by people Qi Mushen arranged. With no factual basis whatsoever, it would be forgotten by everyone in just a few days' time.

"You few follow me to clear the way in front, and the rest keep up. Once the wounded are treated, remain in place to rest and stand by." Charlotte decided to personally lead the way ahead.

"Did they bring the wrong thing? We didn't order any dessert," Yi Wei asked. Xu Mengdan beside her was already prepared to take ruthless action against the delicacy, but was stopped by Yi Wei.

Zhao Mo flew all the way while recalling the location of the cave dwelling containing the spiritual spring eye that Han Li had previously discovered. After pondering for a long time, he finally remembered it was to the northwest of Mount Taiyue, not far from the market city of the Thousand Stars Sect in the Yue State.

When Yu Feng mentioned Bo Yanhai's unusual behavior to him, he was reminded of what his master had told him, though he was not certain that his tribulation was tied to her. It was not until he actually met her that this notion deepened.

That a program lasting merely ten days could bring so much fresh material to the foreign music circle made all his painstaking efforts and long preparation worthwhile.

Pausing for a fraction of a second without a word, he prepared to leave directly. Seeing that Bu Qianhuai did not stop his steps with so many fellow practitioners watching from behind, the man felt that leaving without a result would cause him to lose face. An Innate Martial Grandmaster—which one of them did not care about face? Which one was not confident in their own martial arts?

Upon hearing this, the young man surnamed Ma immediately started flattering him. Thinking of the soul-stirring romantic encounters awaiting him tonight, he licked his lips and muttered anxiously with concern.

Perhaps they were too engrossed in their conversation, as Kou Xu and Liu Yilü failed to notice the changes in the surrounding environment. Unbeknownst to them, the group of three had unconsciously reached the northernmost edge of the village, right at the boundary where the forest met the graveyard.

Yet his expression remained quite calm. As Xiao Yingying introduced things to him, he nodded along in response while taking the opportunity to inspect the furnishings.

"You did it, Tianyi! The master is starting to lose his composure!" Cheng Daosen's shout echoed through the headset.

He Yichen instinctively wanted to take out his phone to play with, but immediately felt that it was somewhat inappropriate at the moment. Feeling a bit thirsty as well, his hand twitched slightly, reaching for the bottled mineral water on the coffee table. However, after sweeping his peripheral vision around, he found Lin Wanqiu looking at him with a full smile, so he quickly adjusted his glasses as if nothing had happened at all.

"I've already settled her father's later years. As for her mother, Qingning won't have any contact with them in the future either. What else are you worried about?" Jiang Chen's unhurried tone was permeated everywhere with protectiveness and persistence toward Qingning.

"It's fine." Although he felt the Demon Emperor was acting rather strangely, he kept his doubts to himself and didn't ask. Sometimes, reading the room and observing expressions was simply what a demon ought to do.

The morale of the guard garrison surged dramatically, accompanied by earth-shattering battle cries. They were celebrating a hard-won victory in their own way.

Lu Santong fell silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a bizarre shriek. The hand supporting Mo Xuankong's back instantly transformed into a palm, pressing firmly against his shoulder blades to unleash his "Great Black Heaven Demonic Arts." In a mere moment, Mo Xuankong, who was already on the verge of death, had his remaining vital essence sucked away and withered up on the spot, presenting a terrifyingly ghastly appearance.

"How long has it been?" Xu Jiamu cast his gaze onto Qiao Anhua's abdomen, which was still completely flat and looked no different from usual.

Hearing her grandmother's voice, Leng Muzhen immediately rushed forward, her foot slipping so that she almost took a fall.

"We originally planned to sell the pig, but you complained the price was too low and we didn't have enough money for school, so we kept it!" They had expected a good price during the New Year, but every family raising pigs had the same idea, resulting in prices even lower than usual. After discussing it together, the couple decided to feed them for a little longer.

In the past, Yang Lan'er's combat style was not centered around spiritual cultivation of her mortal life, so whenever the need arose, she simply grabbed her flying sword, lacking any particular preference or specialized weapon.

Yet now, the mere thought that if he did not marry her, she might one day become someone else's bride dressed in such stunning beauty made him feel as though his heart had been ruthlessly gouged out, continuously pierced by freezing winds.

In the original plot, if Hao Xinqing hadn't gone around stirring up trouble and fanning the flames—reaping the benefits for herself while pinning the blame on others, or scheming against various sects using the spiritual beasts within her spatial dimension—would the ultimate relationship between humans and demons have reached such an irreconcilable state?

He wondered what kind of sparks would fly when a black-bellied person met another black-bellied person. She was certainly looking forward to it.

"Since we meet again, let us forget all past grievances of the mortal world. You are an eminent monk of Tianyin Temple, and I am a practitioner of the Demonic Cult. We stand opposed as adversaries, with no more ties between us!" Gui Li shouted coldly, gusts of chilly wind sweeping past him like the nether gales blowing from the nine netherworlds, chilling one to the bone.