Chapter 70: Investigating the Weeping Ravine

Time slipped by quietly; more than a month had passed since returning from the Forest of a Hundred Sword Monuments.

Within the small courtyard on Luoyun Peak, sword light gleamed like a silvery ribbon. Sometimes it flashed forth as a cold, startling bolt—fast and fierce; sometimes it split into several illusory shadows, indistinguishable from the real, confounding the eye. Interwoven with these moves was a faint, ineffable sense of ancient desolation, lending the sword technique additional weight and an air of mystery.

Bai Yue Ning drew his sword back and stood tall. Spiritual energy surged smoothly around him; his aura had clearly broken through to the ninth level of Qi Refinement!

Such a pace of cultivation—

When Dongfang Jin witnessed this strange scene, a name that made his heart tremble suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Thanks to the powers of a certain mighty being who shielded their voices, they had little need to conceal themselves further. In the spacious, empty bar, though they spoke softly, every word was perfectly clear.

Just as Mu Ge was about to close his eyes, he suddenly remembered something important. Rising, he greeted Tang Xue, then hurried off to Zhao Yan’s room. With a loud clatter, he hammered open Zhao Yan’s door, and without ceremony, pressed the sleepy Zhao Yan back onto his bed.

With her spiritual vision, Feng Xue clearly saw the reincarnator hiding in the corner, and also the conflicted expression upon his face.

Gao Feng, who knew little about Marvel comics, was unsure how things would play out, but since events were already unfolding before him, it was pointless to dwell on it.

After helping Shangguan Wan into her long robe, Ye Chen took the opportunity to steal a few kisses, then bent to gather the tattered clothes he’d ripped and casually stuffed them into his storage ring.

Today was Monday, May twelfth—the second day of the spring sports meet at Haizhou No. 2 High School. It was 8:55 in the morning, twenty minutes before the stock market’s opening auction. Just then, the starting gun sounded, and Zhou Huan stepped forward.

Meanwhile, Ye Tianxiao was hurrying nonstop toward the main hall, where he too witnessed the battle between the Four Seas Dragon Kings and the three Infernal Lords.

Zhou Huan’s face turned livid. Du Caixiang threw her arms around him, making their relationship undeniably clear. Yet he dared not struggle free, for she was far too full—any sudden movement would have been unwise.

Money, however, could solve many other problems, and that was a comfort of its own kind.

“You—you always brush me off with a ‘whatever,’ don’t you?” Jin Guangyan gazed at Yan Xiaoxiao with indulgent affection.

The meatballs in the soup were made from the dumpling filling Mr. Bai had chopped yesterday; since they hadn’t finished it, today it had become soup.

“Perhaps.” Now that she had chosen her path, she should not linger. The sky outside had already grown dark—it was time to go.

Outside Nanxiang City, bonfires blazed. The Yu family’s caravan, bound for the capital to offer congratulations, had stopped here for the night. By the fire sat Yun Ze, for once uncharacteristically solemn, so deep in thought he did not hear Qing Rang’s skirt brushing through grass and flowers as she approached.

Mr. Bai shopped for clothes as if moving a department store—he would pick out a few he didn’t like, and pack up all the rest.

Blue Yi circled the flowerbed, leaving a trail of footprints on the carpet of snow, then turned to head back.

Ruo Xin exhaled softly, yet a vague premonition lingered in her heart—she feared the matter with Prince Ning would not be so easily resolved.

Not far away, Ji Yechen stared at the back of Mo Feizi, convinced that her amnesia was not as simple as it seemed.

Later, Yu Lun tried a new method: he would steady He Ruoqian as she rode, then, seizing the right moment, let go. But he would still run alongside her, ready to catch her if she fell from the bicycle.

It was only by following a subtle sense in his heart that Chang Men vaguely detected the faint ripple of magical power.

Of the ten Golden Crows, seven had fallen, all claimed by evil cultivators. They had not absorbed the essence of the sun, but rather forged the Golden Crow World-Destroying Array, intending to refine the strongest of the Heavenly Domain.

Nearby, shrouded in a crimson aura, a warrior emerged from the chaotic currents of time and space, beginning to scrutinize his surroundings.