Chapter Ninety-Two: Sleeping Side by Side

"All right, I’ll be there very soon."

Bending slightly, Mu Tingye spoke to her in a soft voice. His deep, alluring tone was like music from heaven, and after he finished, he gave her forehead the lightest kiss, tender and lingering.

The girl, whose mind was as blank as a sheet of white paper, trembled her clear eyes and stared at him in confusion. Too shy to know what to do, she still bit her lip and nodded to herself.

Right now, she was terribly frightened, unable to be apart from Uncle Tingye for even a moment.

After Mu Tingye left, the unease in the girl’s eyes vanished completely. Yaoyao rose and found herself a nightdress that was not seductive, yet full of subtle intention. Her misty, autumn-clear eyes shifted slightly.

...

This was an attack from a supreme being of the highest heavens. Even a living planet would not fare well if it had to endure such a strike.

"Senior, this man is absolutely a remnant of the demon race. My clan’s elders have already confirmed it, and the news has already been sent to me. If you do not believe me, do you also refuse to believe my Sacred Ye Clan?" Ye Fei raised the banner of the Sacred Ye Clan, faintly showing signs of forcing the issue.

The War King of Heavenly Martial laughed loudly. His great hand reached out, and boundless power of law surged forth. Beyond the nine heavens, a grand avenue of law condensed and poured into his body, making him seem as though he had become the incarnation of the Dao itself, in command of all things between heaven and earth.

It was clear that countless people had died on this arena; the jade paving of the platform had already been soaked through with blood and turned into a slab of human gore, eerie and horrifying.

Yet upon closer inspection, Yin Feng truly saw something extraordinary. In the reflection of the firelight, the speckles on the spotted egg actually shimmered with five-colored brilliance, and even the shell itself, having been placed too close to the bonfire, was cast with a faint halo of rainbow light.

At those words, the other generals finally breathed easier. What they feared most was that this great, rough-and-ready Qin had fallen for someone else’s ploy to lure him away.

"Boom!"

At that moment, seven suns appeared behind Jiang Yuxuan. It was the seventh level of the Pure Yang Art, and the seven blazing suns were arranged at last in the shape of the Big Dipper.

A dreadful sense of danger descended. Zhao Bofan reversed his hand and pressed the sword’s blade against his back. Sword qi trembled, just enough to block Yin Feng’s palm.

"We want to save her too, but that criminal even drove off a teacher trained in psychology. Do you think he can manage? If he fails to persuade him, the school beauty will be in danger," Wu Tao said in shock.

"Oh, right. Our spring-spirit aptitude was raised after birth. Will the inner peak refuse to let us in then?" At last, Li Feier broke the awkward silence first.

This time, Yao Qingmu learned from the previous lesson. She first sent her attendants ashore to buy back three veiled hats, gave one to Qinshang, kept one for herself, and let Rong Yan have the third.

Toward evening, Long Yuze came by. Seeing the bright red wedding characters, the red candles, and the red quilt prepared in the room, he was naturally delighted.

"It is of no consequence. Women can be no worse than men. I wonder what view you have on this?" A slight curve touched Dongfang Lingfeng’s lips.

This time, she shut the door in some haste. Standing in the pitch-black doorway, she raised a hand to feel for the switch on the wall.

After Chu Yunlian coaxed Xiao’er into drinking his medicine, she began to think about how to send him to the Western Spirit. But before that, she needed to learn more about the Western Spirit.

That spirit blade had clearly pierced through his body. With such a rampaging surge of energy, an ordinary person would have long since collapsed, wouldn’t they?

Just as he had said, it was impossible to return blow for blow in the same way. But repaying it tenfold, with principal and interest included, at least that much he was determined to do.

Princess Xi Yu of Ye Kingdom was indeed a gentle and graceful woman—magnanimous and dignified, yet still carrying herself with style and bearing. In that regard, she was quite comparable to Su Mei.

"Hey, Zi Qianye, what are you doing standing around here? Don’t you know an injured person needs to rest?" Ji Zili said lightly, her tone easy.

After that, I tugged Dahei and planned to walk past them. Dahei, this guy, could act even better than I could. He deliberately put on an air of swaggering pride, lifting his head high as if he had just won a bout.

Here, the woods stood thick and dark. A venomous five-step serpent hung down above his head, hissing its forked tongue.

Time had changed things. That panicked, flustered state would never appear on him again.