Chapter 107: The Sword as a Guide

The iron-gray trees writhed silently at the edge of her vision like living creatures.

Bai Yue’ning leaned against a trunk that felt cold and hard to the touch, her chest rising and falling in shallow, imperceptible breaths. She raised her hand, drawing the tip of her sword across the bark of the same texture, leaving behind a clear, pale white mark. She stared intently at the incision.

Three heartbeats. Five. Ten.

The iron-gray bark began to undulate slowly, like skin possessed of its own vitality, and the pale mark...

His voice faltered, then he lowered his tone: "I have already reported that they have eyes inside the police center, so this operation will bypass them entirely."

With that, he exchanged a glance with Zhao Chun standing nearby, and as Liu Bian looked on in disappointment, he raised a hand to wipe away the faint beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

He turned abruptly, only to find Yu Qingzi standing silently behind him, watching him with an expressionless face.

According to the basic logic of the old version of the Heavens Dao Fruit Simulator, the counterparts in the Three Realms Westward Journey would return to their original bodies as soon as they passed their tribulation and ascended.

Xu Zihao let out a miserable shriek; before he could even react, he felt a sharp pain below, and his remaining two original legs were severed at the root, the wounds seared shut so thoroughly that barely a drop of blood flowed.

Liang Naichuan stretched out his fingers, and Xia Qi handed her a cigarette, which she lit and inhaled deeply.

Recalling that most of his current strength originated from this place, he felt a sudden urge to explore the secret realm once more.

"And this Mount Hua Long Fist—while it may not be a top-tier martial art, it is sophisticated nonetheless, perfect for loosening the joints and refining one's vital energy," Wei Xian mused to himself.

"It really wasn't me, that was a month ago." Seeing the other students at a distance, Sun Suo hurriedly leaned in to whisper an explanation to Yao Xue.

"On that specialized soul-cultivation forum, you can pay to obtain pills, soul techniques, and soul skills."

Below, gasps of astonishment erupted throughout the Wujiang Imperial City; clearly, they were all very familiar with this person, or at the very least, had heard of his legends.

Although Alice was an exceptionally talented spy at mimicry, she prudently chose to pose as someone introverted and socially inept—someone almost no one paid attention to—so as not to arouse suspicion.

This must be a dream, right? Ye Chui thought, feeling a bit strange. Because he had let the baby ripen the fruit trees too many times, she must have been exhausted, and he had fallen asleep while holding her; it was likely this fatigue that had caused such a bizarre dream.

As soon as dusk fell, Long Qing took Wang Chao and Zhang Baling to the Grand Prince's mansion, leaving Li Ruhuai and Li Chunde to hold the fort.

"However, during this period, Grandfather has found you a companion!" Pulling Gu Le’er before Yun Xiao, Elder Xu continued, ignoring Yun Xiao’s stunned expression.

"Everyone, fall back!" an old man in black robes shouted. He did not carry a wooden staff, yet he still channeled magical power. He raised his hands, and a massive sphere of lightning rapidly condensed between them, radiating an overwhelming force. The other swordsmen and mages retreated in haste.

Even among great demons, the disparity in combat power can be as vast as a chasm, depending on the environment, elemental affinities, and the will to fight.

"Hmph, the demon race slaughtered countless millions of our human race back then. As the Human Emperor, how could I not keep such a blood feud in mind? In the current Great Desolation, the only ones capable of aiding the Chan Sect are the remnants of that demonic scourge. And since you are ten brothers, how could I not think of you?" Sun Ming said, feigning indignation.

"In that case, you may follow us for the time being. It just so happens that we need someone familiar with the terrain of the Morning Wind Empire," Old Charlie added.

Murong Yi flicked the blood-stained bamboo whip in his hand, his icy, piercing gaze fixed sinisterly on Liu Zhan as he spoke with infinite coldness.

This excitement even managed to overshadow his disappointment and resentment at discovering he had been betrayed by his own kind, and that he would never truly be able to "live again" through his host.