Chapter 100: I Will Be More Careful Next Time

The Fuxi clan in the Spirit Realm held absolute dominance, naturally maintaining their purity. However, in the Immortal Realm, the Fuxi clan was the weakest among the three great celestial courts. If they were as exclusionary as in the Spirit Realm, it would be nothing short of self-destruction.

Chen Yang initially believed that the reason the Fuxi Celestial Court refrained from intervening in the affairs of the Spirit Realm was due to the mutual restraint between the Demon Emperor Court and the Jade Emperor Court. In truth, the real reason was that the Fuxi Court harbored many middle- and lower-tier clans within its ranks. If the Fuxi Court were to directly dispatch forces to suppress these clans in the mortal realm, internal strife would inevitably erupt.

The steward matron of Changning Palace stomped angrily, no longer caring about Su Jinling, and led the palace maids charging forward.

“Rest assured, the jade carvers in my factory are all experts. Even if their craftsmanship isn’t the absolute best, the jewelry they produce can still be considered exquisite,” Chi Jinfeng said, hoping to ease Ningxia’s worries.

Helping her up, he dipped a handkerchief into clear water twice, wrung it out, and handed it to her. Then he moved to the bedside and pushed open the coral-paneled window.

Yet even in such hardship, peace was elusive. Frequent bloodshed over half-filled water containers filled the prison of Longcheng County with people arrested for water-related disturbances. The unbearable summer heat and lack of ventilation in the prison led to illnesses spreading. Eventually, an epidemic broke out.

Long Xiang also had his own family and younger brother to worry about; it was not something he could simply leave behind. Although he had not shown it before, it was something everyone could guess.

As the bluestone door was blasted open, a musty scent wafted out, and a faint green light reflected in the eyes. Inside lay an ordinary stone cave dwelling. In the center was a small hall, flanked by several stone chambers with closed doors. There was no sign of the person who had spoken earlier.

Her mother, Wang Jingyu, had long been the biggest thorn in Lu Xiangqin's side. Now she was the last prick Lu Xiangqin wished to remove. Hmph, in this life, would she ever fulfill Lu Xiangqin’s wishes?

Therefore, the task was to take the opportunity before the divisions arose to thoroughly observe the scenery and people in this game, lest the future factional splitting mar the current beauty and tranquility.

Hmph, she had acted mighty in the village, yet before this so-called Master Hong, she was reduced to such a frightened state. Yingtao snorted coldly inwardly, though maintaining an innocent expression on her face. “Then, what does it mean to be castrated? And what is a treasure?” Her voice was crisp and clear, effectively shutting down Master Hong’s words.

Ningxia turned her back to Tang Jing’s direction, waiting for a while before hearing their commotion—exclamations like “Good heavens!” and curses—though she did not know what was going on.

A series of sharp crackling sounds rang out. The group was struck, their exteriors charred yet tender inside. Fortunately, after scattering, the lightning’s power diminished, and they were still agile enough to retreat from the crystal coffin.

When his height ceased increasing, he suddenly opened his eyes, emanating a vast and gentle aura from his body.

By the sixth strike, she had collapsed to the ground like a broken puppet. When the seventh came, she could only lie there and endure passively. By the eighth, she no longer felt pain; her entire body had lost sensation, leaving only her consciousness alert.

“Daoist Dai Yun, I wish to inquire about some information. Would you be so kind as to share it with me?” Chen Hao asked.

Kalon was silent for a few seconds. Through the brief conversation, he realized that the Ianna before him was not someone easily controlled, nor would she act according to his wishes. This brought him some disappointment, but upon reflection, he felt a surge of happiness.

All things are born of nature, mutually generating and overcoming. The Five Immortal Sects of Miaojiang had a long history of studying gu poisons. Their bred gu were strange and varied. Though the Love-Eroding Gu was tyrannical and once activated, even immortals could scarcely save its victims, discovering it beforehand naturally meant there was a way to rescue them.

Jun Yan nodded slightly, his gaze shifting toward the Night Clan member who had spoken earlier. Bearing a striking resemblance to the Night Yu Han of old, yet with a harsher demeanor, his cold eyes fixed on Jun Yan with clear hostility.