Chapter 114: Abyss of the Frozen Soul

Page (1/3)

No one knew how much time had passed, but those within the surveillance space had all been tainted by the aura of death. Even those immersed in cultivation felt discomfort and awakened from their practice.

“Xiaoyue’s heart was injured, but fortunately, she avoided a fatal wound. Coupled with her profound skill and my master’s healing technique, her condition is now under control,” Luo Qianqian reported.

At this moment, Yu Wuhua had come to terms with the situation because she could see that the three stab wounds from Sect Leader Wang were not directed at Ye Fei out of malice, but were his genuine apology. Thus, Yu Wuhua had forgiven him.

“Old sir, I’m sorry, but we are unable to fulfill your request due to our limited capabilities,” Liu Hui said, looking up with a trace of regret.

The Gao family’s crime of treason shocked the entire Beirui court. Officials in the capital, upon hearing the news, debated fiercely—some condemned the Gao family for their ingratitude, while others defended them, calling for a thorough investigation. Chu Xiaoren declared he did not believe the Gao family would betray the nation and ordered a detailed inquiry.

Soldiers of the Independent Division hid within the trenches, enduring the bombardment. As long as shells did not land inside the trenches, they posed no lethal threat.

“She sacrificed her reputation for you. Do you think she will be alright now?” Murong Sheng’s voice was filled with boundless anger.

Zhang Yang was excited to see Ling Tian arrive; with Ling Tian’s presence, Zhao Kun’s disgrace was assured.

Behind the elder, another old man suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing within.

Upon seeing Chen Jingcang, Shui Ning blushed shyly. “I have yet to thank Prince Wang for rescuing me yesterday. I am unworthy,” she said, bowing respectfully.

Before the fierce wind had faded, two figures clashed again. Amidst the roaring sounds, they exchanged dozens of moves without a clear victor.

Fu Zhi dared not say more and attended to Ying’e, who lay down. Watching her turn over with eyes tightly shut, Fu Zhi gently lowered the canopy, leaving the lamp before the bed dimmed but not extinguished, knowing Ying’e merely pretended to sleep; the light would keep her heart a little more open.

Shen Longxuan did not linger but etched the map’s regions into his memory, gripping the Soul-Seeking Pendant as he swiftly departed.

Page (2/3)

Ying’e sat withered through the night, weeping, unaware that Gu Ronghua had stood outside the hall, keeping her company the entire time. He arranged for Aunt Qiu to leave the residence and sent a maid named Li Xuan to assist with her grooming. Once everything was settled, he quietly withdrew.

The crowd in the stands finally got a clear view of the battlefield where the Poison Lady gritted her teeth, her delicate face contorted as she wildly stabbed a dagger toward Shen Longxuan.

Lin Feng wielded a ten-meter-long blade, slashing long cuts across the insect’s body, causing pale yellow slime to splash out. His agile movements avoided the creature’s lunging mandibles.

Fury grew more intense, his grip tightening around Li Yi’s neck. Li Yi was already barely alive, and being hoisted by the throat was near death. Now, with Fury’s increased force, Li Yi’s eyes rolled back.

Zhang You never imagined that a casual remark of his would completely derail the plot.

“He already knows you’re my boyfriend,” Xia Liangcha said lightly with a hint of a smile above Xiao Cheng’s head.

“Today, the King of the Northern Barbarians and the princess are weary from travel. I have ordered the rooms cleaned. After the banquet, attendants will escort everyone to rest. As for the contract, we will discuss it tomorrow. What does the Northern King think?” Zhan Xi awkwardly changed the subject.

“Hmm, Tian’er makes a good point. Let me take a look,” the elder said, slowly rising and approaching the unconscious youth. He placed two fingers on the boy’s left wrist, channeling a stream of true essence into him.

Everyone exchanged cigarettes, chatting happily. When Grandpa lit the string of ten thousand firecrackers, the sound echoed through the night sky, as if announcing to the entire village that his grandson had made it.

“Brother Sun is naturally worthy of the responsibility. Lady Lian still has matters to entrust to Brother Sun, so consider this both an apology and an early token of thanks,” Qing Yun said from the side.

Ye Wuhui’s fame was indeed limited at present; it was no wonder Shui Yue Tian, who had long dwelled in icy caves, did not know of him.

A brief word “exchange” between the two caused the eleven arriving ancestral witches to frown deeply, utterly baffled. Yet the Sword Demon, upon hearing it, was slightly stunned, as if understanding much more, his mind suddenly clear and bright.

Although Xin Yi earnestly reassured him, Mu Fangjin remained uneasy, especially after the Third Prince Shi Hong entered the room and Xin Yi’s gaze lingered on him with a certain lasciviousness.

Page (3/3)

A golden light descended from the sky, coalescing into a golden paper crane that fluttered around a few times before flying away into the distance.

The next moment, Liu Ning and the others were stunned, even the white-haired elder who had not spoken from the beginning was taken aback.

“Could it be understood that in the short term, karma entangles people and brings harm, but in the long term—or if one persists—it diminishes the cosmic karma and attains the great karma of heaven and earth?” Shagen grasped Zhang Haotian’s idea and fell into deep thought.

Senior Brother Mo stood stiffly like a corpse under the pale moonlight, his profile tinged with a blue hue, his mouth curling into an extremely eerie smile.

Di Jiang’s cultivation was undoubtedly strong enough to use Zheng Yingying to threaten Li Tianchen, but doing so introduced uncertainty. Who could say whether Li Tianchen would care for Zheng Yingying, or whether he might cause unexpected trouble in the plan?

Below were the names of attendees: Li Zhiyuan first, followed by Hu Dapeng, Liang Mengqi, and others.

Fortunately, all those present were at least at the Transformation Realm level, unaffected by the malevolent aura. At most, they suffered minor scrapes and bruises. However, their faces all looked rather grim.

Shen Wushuang, on the contrary, seemed completely indifferent to me, as if no matter what I did, I could not pose a threat to him. The more he acted this way, the more uneasy I felt, as if everything was unfolding exactly as Shen Wushuang anticipated.

In such a scene, how could Ye Xiaofeng remain calm? He immediately pounced upon Zhou Mengke.

Of course, Bing Xin’s expression was not due to the presence of pits or shallow holes.

The twenty-odd reserved tables were nearly all occupied—friends from prison, prison guards, police officers who once made arrests, colleagues from past teacher training schools, and contacted classmates… but not a single relative.