Chapter Fifty-Nine: Seeking Lodging

Staring at the Taoist temple before him, Zhao Yuan hesitated for a moment, then carefully examined the surroundings. He discovered there were no other temples nearby, and these places might not be suitable for cultivation. The most suitable place was still the Taoist temple. Without further thought, he led his companions inside. Just as he was about to sit down and catch his breath, a woman’s voice drifted through the hall.

“A man? There’s actually a man who entered our temple—isn’t that a bit much?”

The voice was gentle, but Zhao Yuan felt as if his blood had been frozen in his veins; even with his high cultivation, he had no way to resist. He felt as though his whole body was bound in chains. This woman was rather peculiar.

Upon hearing Hao Ming speak, Rong inclined his head respectfully. “Thank you for your praise, Grand Elder.” Hao Ming smiled at him and said no more.

“Guo Qian, why have you changed so suddenly?” Liu Wanshan sensed the tense atmosphere. Holding his wine cup, he felt as if something stuck in his throat, not daring to swallow.

At these words, two attendants once again opened the gates of the General’s Mansion, each summoning two generals. The two men outside, hearing the commotion within, also pushed the door open and entered. Like the previous pair, they revealed the hidden realms of their yin meridians.

Especially for the Song family’s heirs, it was necessary to issue a formal notice to friends and relatives; only then would the Song family acknowledge them. This prevented others from using the Song name as a pretense for fraud.

Yet, for some reason, Helan Yao could not sleep. Leaning against Long Shaoyan’s chest, she couldn’t help but recall that day when she first met him.

Since her mother’s death, for five years, her father had neglected the family. Zhang Ying and her younger brother depended on each other. Zhang Hang, her brother, was dull and vacant, his senses unopened, his emotions unclear, living as he pleased, only giggling and calling for his sister when he wanted food.

Zhou Hengyang sighed, “You should’ve brought Xiaoxiao this time. If Xiaoxiao were here, she’d surely give Liu Juan a beating too. That’s why so many people fear and dislike her.”

Now her sleeping palace was about to undergo great change. Apart from the main hall, there was nowhere to go. Sitting impatiently in the main hall, she couldn’t bear it, but she couldn’t slip into the maids’ quarters either. So, she decided to seize the chance to wander.

Clearly, someone was very dissatisfied with Su Wen’s answer. Without a word, he kissed her lips, this time with even greater abandon. Their breaths grew chaotic; the intimate kisses left marks from her lips, to her chin, to her neck.

He used to boast, “Today I, Guo Dongshan, will settle things right here,” yet in truth, he had never acted on such words. My stern director crushed the iron bones and glass shell of that vessel, holding it tightly to prevent anything inside from escaping.

Zhuang Hui waited long for her answer. Seeing her lower her eyes, still pondering, he unconsciously tightened his grip on her right hand.

He rubbed his nose against Gao Xiaoxiao’s cheek, helped her smooth her hair, then quietly stepped off the couch and left the private room to buy lunch.

With Ren Zihua’s question and the activation of the massive magic array, all the bloodcurdling screams and frantic quarrels in the royal city vanished. Xi Meng, clinging tightly to Ren Zihua, also stopped trembling.

There wasn’t just one key like this. The old man sent him down the mountain to collect debts, which meant retrieving these keys scattered outside.

After all, to cultivate in peace without wandering from place to place, always facing danger, and with the lotus seat that matched her Han family inheritance, it was the ideal situation.

Seeing Su Feng’s malicious grin, Wang Zhenggang’s face changed dramatically, terror-stricken as he watched his son struggle in Su Feng’s grasp.

In fact, if one were to be blunt, the current world was indeed in turmoil.

After settling Zhu Wu, Gao Xiaoxiao removed the Azure Cloud Ring, which could transform into a mechanical folding fan. She pressed the mechanism on the back, turning it into a fan, then strode, brimming with murderous intent, towards the Sword Sect masters.

Su Feng raised an eyebrow, then slapped the sly man’s face once more, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious.

She frowned, opened her eyes, and looked before her. The boy who should have been lying by her side had vanished, leaving her alone on the couch.