Chapter 119: Violation

Bai Huan anxiously searched everywhere but found no trace, so desperate she was on the verge of tears.

Sounds of a fight erupted in the courtyard—Feiyu had come to blows with them, though she had no idea how many people were inside.

Bai Huan grew even more anxious, unable to care about anything else, she dashed outside. Right now, the only option was to report to the authorities.

Unexpectedly, after running through an alley, she saw to her right a man engaged in battle with a group of people. On the ground, a dark, curled-up figure seemed to be writhing.

Could it be Chenxiang?

“I know him, so it’s not strange. But how do you know him?” Zeng Yaqian asked Lu Shanmin in astonishment.

She then added coldly, “I’ll let you off this time, but next time we meet, I really won’t spare you.” With that, she turned without looking back and leapt away, swiftly carried off by the swirling green quicksand.

Chen Xiao’s gaze was grave. Although his time interacting with Xu Po had been brief, in that short span, Chen Xiao had already discerned Xu Po’s character: a pure martial soul, utterly focused with no distractions.

But now, this was truly happening—meaning there must be something suspicious at play.

That morning, after completing the Purple Qi Eastern Arrival and Primordial Body Refining techniques, Elder Feng appeared behind Ye Yang and took him to the plain where he had been reborn. The moment he arrived, he was stunned by the scene before him.

“Ugh!” Chu Zifeng let out a suppressed roar, his robust voice causing the hairs on the ghost-seeing demon’s skin nearby to stand on end. The demon’s grip on the jade flute slackened once more.

Ordinarily, when someone learns there is a seal within their body, their first reaction is doubt.

At that moment, as the smell of alcohol on Yan Yuncheng made Yin Wen uneasy, when the group reached a secluded spot, Yin Wen suddenly seemed provoked by some stimulus. Her pure white fur bristled as she vigilantly stared down the street not far ahead.

The fourth prince of the Divine Demon Dynasty, He Fanyin, aged one hundred and sixty-three, possessed peak Chongmai Realm cultivation. He became a demon king at eighty, specializing in the Path of the Zither. His realm of evolution was nearing completion, and fifty years ago, he had comprehended the rules of music, said to be close to mastery.

“Just then, Lin Yu, amidst vague words, slowly opened his eyes. His face bore the look of one experiencing illusions as he said, ‘It’s dawn? No, no, I must have been drunk.’ Then, swearing, he closed his eyes again.”

Bloodline: Common Goblin Bloodline—among goblins, the most prevalent lineage. After training, one can become a warrior.

When he was in the outer courtyard, he struggled desperately to enter the inner sect. But once inside, Chen Feng suddenly felt lost. Facing this unfamiliar environment, he had to start anew—understanding, familiarizing himself, and planning the next step.

“It’s nothing much. Just earlier, in conversation with Brother Dongfang, it sparked a thought,” Fu Jingchu replied.

A roar resembling a dragon’s echoed throughout the space, shaking everything. Wang Jue and two others struggled to crawl on the ground.

“Shh, Niuwa, be quiet. Have you forgotten that day Uncle Niu almost beat you until your backside was bruised just because you said something like that?” Yan Ling hurriedly covered Niuwa’s mouth, stopping him from speaking further.

“What? You slaughtered the Black Python?” Chang Bao’er cried out in disbelief. She glanced again at the scattered corpses, then recalled her own humiliating encounter with the Black Python. What kind of people were these?

Yang Jian watched the two demons attacking from left and right, elevating his essence, energy, and spirit to their limits. His eyes followed their movements as his mind began a deep analysis.

As for the Hall of Heroes, with a sudden influx of spiritual energy, the heroes or hero souls that were still some time away from birth were immediately brought into existence.

“Why aren’t they coming out yet?” Qiu Shier fretted, murmuring anxiously while gazing at the exit of the Illusion Tower space.