Chapter 93: Aunt Bai

“Ah?”

Hearing what he called a condition, Bai Weizi could not help but look at him with a trace of strangeness.

When she made out the fading bruises on Liu Shen’s face and arms, she seemed to understand something and asked, “Do people often bully you here?”

“Bully me?”

Liu Shen was slightly taken aback, and when he saw the bruises still lingering on his arm, he realized why she had misunderstood.

“I suppose so...”

Kida was sent flying like a cloth sack shaken again and again, not even given the chance to block or dodge properly, and collapsed straight to the ground.

But the prodigies present were different; they all came from great sects and had behind them far stronger half-saints, even saints.

These people began to give chase frantically, intent on bringing Chu Tian down, yet Chu Tian remained utterly calm, as though none of it concerned him at all.

To call the Phoenix Flame delicious required real courage; in this world, there were only a handful who would dare say such a thing, and only the qilin, also a darling of fire, would be able to say it.

Tang Ming frowned slightly. He had already wanted to teach Ma Rong a lesson downstairs just now, and now that she was mocking him so scornfully, he wanted to teach her even more.

Seen in this light, the site where the Boundless Sect had founded itself had indeed been chosen with great care. With such a naturally perilous place to deter invaders, even enemies would find it hard to break in for the time being.

“Haha, perfect timing!” Jiang Yuxuan laughed. He took the Sky-Skimming Boat from his robes and tossed it to Mei Yuyao.

With water-escape arts to aid him, and without entangling himself with the opponent, it was clearly unlikely that the other side could take him down.

Though the martial god had fallen eight thousand years ago, even a mere remnant of memory turned divine was still something that Tang Yu could only admire from afar and never hope to reach.

Murong Yongchui punched Jiang Yuxuan squarely, and the tremendous recoil instantly shattered his fist. That was not all; his arm also cracked apart, the bones in his hand breaking into more than a dozen pieces.

At that moment, Jin Lin seemed to understand something. Bai Qingshan’s purpose in coming here was obviously the Violet Immortal Valley. And Huang Juan’s appearance was far too coincidental, wasn’t it? More than that, Huang Juan’s final strike had just happened to send him crashing into this Violet Immortal Valley.

Under the blazing midday sun, outside the Mysterious Gate, on a stone platform, a youth was bound to a solid iron pillar. More than a dozen heavy chains had locked down every movable part of his body. The tribal纹 on his forehead had finally vanished, and his head hung limp as though he were dead.

Recently, the most booming business belonged to the Embroidered Spring House, all because of a young lady named Red Sleeve.

Bottles of pills, weapons, unidentified metals, medicinal herbs, blocks upon blocks of jade—perhaps they were jade slips—along with many glittering stones in vivid colors.

Su Zhen saw this and raised a hand to rest it on Xia Chu’s shoulder, drawing her before him. Before Xia Chu could react, she found herself suddenly leaning against Su Zhen’s shoulder.

He had once been injured there, cut by a blade. When he was only in his teens, his father later found someone to tattoo that area for him, saying it was to hide the fact that someone had once tampered with his body.

“Brother Qingshan is a very good person. You can’t speak of him like that,” Hei Yun said coquettishly, pouting.

The four young men nearby were all greatly shocked. They had never before seen Li Jiu in such a state, and their curiosity about Han Long only deepened. For a moment, none of them dared act recklessly in front of Han Long.

In the capital, the eldest young master of the Marquis of Southern Peace’s family, Su Mingfeng, had suddenly fallen gravely ill and needed to recuperate at home. The Marquis, distressed by his beloved son, stayed at home with his wife to care for the young master. Matters at the military horse ranch were temporarily set aside. His Majesty bestowed some gifts to express concern, and ordered a new appointee to take over the affairs there.

Then, in a strange turn, a delicate jade ring suddenly appeared on the broken slingshot, fitting the snapped ends together so tightly that it seemed exceptionally secure.

As for the final matter of lodging, all the male teachers said that their faculty dormitory still had empty rooms. However, I flatly rejected their offer, left the school with Fang Yuxian, and rented a four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment nearby.