Chapter 132: The Martial Maid

After a while, Xuanjia returned.

“We caught two alive.”

Dong Yi’s tone was calm. “Guard captors?”

“Yes.”

At the mention of the guard captors, Bai Huan’s eyes widened. She quickly looked at Dong Yi, whose expression remained unchanged, showing no anger upon hearing about her mother’s killer.

Dong Yi understood the meaning behind her gaze and glanced back at her. “Guard captors are a group of desperate men, notoriously tight-lipped. Even under extreme torture, they won’t confess. Because they…”

Minutes later, the stone door of Shu Xiaoying’s cliff cave rumbled open slowly once more.

She spoke as she tore off a chicken drumstick and handed it to Fu Jiusheng, who took a bite; the taste was surprisingly good.

“Father, I was the one who brought my sister back to the mansion. She drank too much last night and returned late,” Helan Zexi suddenly defended Helan Yanxi.

Moreover, the Western cult leader, who eyed him like a predator, was not to be underestimated; one careless move could lead to an abyss of no return.

Tian Chang called to inquire about his mother’s condition. Over the phone, Mi’er’s voice came through—she wanted to go home. The next day, the doctor sent medical advice, and that afternoon, Wang Yuxiang was discharged.

Seeing the two of them so affectionate, Hua Yue, who had intended to retreat, forced herself to keep up, bringing the soup bowl forward before quickly stepping back.

Yet there will inevitably come a time when youth fades and beauty declines. Then, if Gu Yan no longer favors her, the only support Lady Yu could rely on would be Gu Nianqing and the child still unborn within her womb.

No matter how Ma Kuan explained, Dong Huan was just sharp-tongued in return. Could this be the so-called seven-year itch? He decided not to say more, shook his head, and walked away, with Dong Huan trailing behind, muttering under her breath.

During the day, she went to the hospital for a checkup. The psychiatrist gave her a preliminary diagnosis of schizophrenia. Mo Sihan felt deeply guilty for having suspected her of faking amnesia before.

Under the intimidation of the Snow Giant, even the savage beasts who usually roared thunderously at this hour became quieter and more obedient.

Lin Pingzhi took all the belongings, leaving Yue Lingshan empty-handed. The two slowly made their way along the rugged, icy mountain path. Fortunately, Yue Lingshan had practiced the levitation technique, making the ascent and descent much easier.

The Primordial Emperor nodded. In the future, the celestial emperors would divide into two paths: those with potential to become worldly immortals would remain in the mortal realm to cultivate secretly, striving for early ascension; those without such potential would follow the Azure Emperor to the strange world to promote the fusion of the two realms.

Though Su Ye deliberately stayed alert, the exhaustion on his face was plainly visible. After all, since last night he had only caught a brief nap on the plane and had yet to rest properly.

Though their hearts were churning with turbulent emotions—longing and ineffable feelings that could overturn them—the two remained remarkably calm.

Hermione sat beside Harry, tiptoeing up and down. She raised her hand again, but Harry had no choice but to answer.

Unexpectedly, this matter was dragged up. Lu Linglong’s curled lips fell sharply, and she glared fiercely at Lu Lingxi.

With nothing else to do and feeling particularly unwilling to go out today, Lin Zhaoxia decided to laze around at home.

Such a maneuver could not be detected by ordinary immortals, but true deities, or immortals who had once held divine positions, could see it clearly.

Yue Lingshan merely chuckled softly without retorting. The two continued their slow journey, taking twice as long as usual, finally reaching the summit of Reflection Cliff.

Unable to kill, Tang Shitian had no choice but to refine. He intended to refine these two golden lotuses, fully bringing them under his control. This way, his own crisis would resolve without battle, and he could instead ‘extract’ Tang Fei’s soul power.

The old lady felt much better and glanced back at Jin Niang with affection. The child was still very filial. She even knew some acupoint pressing techniques, far better than those other two who stubbornly caused her trouble. It was a pity she was born of a concubine.