Chapter 109: The Soaring Eagle

The long-absent sound of the Jianghu Spring bell rang once more at the entrance of the South Gate Hall.

The last person to speak those words was Golden Tooth.

I suddenly turned around, and a profoundly familiar figure stood at the doorway of the pharmacy.

He wore a sturdy outfit and carried a pack on his back. He was tall and robust, with sharply defined features and eyes gleaming with intensity, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. When he appeared before me, it was as if a jolt of electricity surged through my body, leaving me momentarily speechless.

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Naturally, Qinglong was deeply moved. After expressing endless gratitude, he began his ritual. He collected the tears that had fallen earlier, then sliced open the scales on his body to let his blood flow. Mixing his blood with the tears, he transformed the concoction into a gentle rain that soaked the statue of Qinglong.

She sat inside the carriage, her chest rising and falling, her emotions unreadable—whether anger or fear.

“The imperial palace I built on Fragrant Hill has just been completed. Today, I order the Imperial Guards and some palace attendants to proceed there first to prepare. Once everything is in order, I shall lead my concubines to the Fragrant Hill palace to escape the summer heat,” the emperor said with a gentle smile to Yin Xue.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Li Zhongqing accepted the order, tucking his feather duster into his back belt as he strode forward to roll up Zhang Shuixiang’s right sleeve, who was now unable to offer any defense. A row of clear, healed scars appeared on his right elbow, making the truth undeniable even without Zhang’s protest.

Lu Yin Xue taught carefully, while Yu Ya’er listened attentively. Her hands gently caressed her chest as if clutching something precious, repeating Yin Xue’s words softly under her breath.

Looking at that alchemical thunder, the corners of the apprentices’ mouths twitched involuntarily. Over the past days, they had grown numb; where once they had been eager and excited to witness the power of the alchemical thunder firsthand, their attitudes had shifted after seeing it so often. This change was clear from everyone’s reactions.

The empress’s lips curved into a faint smile as she lifted her hand slightly, signaling Yin Deben to rise.

Of course, Ye Ling was not blindly giving up. She had her own considerations. Among the men around her, apart from Ye Wuhen and Jun Qingyao, whose strengths she did not fully understand, she was intimately familiar with the others. Given such a rare opportunity, how could she bear to let them miss it?

Zhan Hen shook his head. There was likely no change in personnel. Although she had grown, Tang Ruyan’s face still bore the faint traces of her former self.

She did not want to think of him in this way, but these events had happened too coincidentally to ignore the implications.

“Haha, do you think you can escape?” Nagano Nobuyuki watched Ji Han slip into the bushes, a faint smile playing in his eyes.

If the effect of these changes was not yet obvious, then Liu Hui’s group’s progress was truly remarkable and undeniable.

“Yes, his name is Ye Feng. What about it, Brother Zhang?” Qin Hai blinked, noticing that Brother Zhang seemed frightened by something, looking both confused and startled.

“Done! Moreover, his cultivation sea energy has increased by nearly fifty percent, and the potential energy he used to consume has been completely restored.”

“Kill him!!!” Xia Yang screamed inwardly, desperate to see several transparent holes appear on Yang Yanxiao’s body immediately.

Because Ming Yu had already ridden the Rift Sky Eagle back from the Lingquan Mountains late that night, he arrived earlier than expected. Now, he was speeding through the skies above Mutian City, heading straight toward the Ji residence in a frantic rush.

He felt as if the air inside this room had suddenly turned into concrete, drying up slowly and imprisoning him within.

“Master, Shashamu is Japanese, from the Leaf Village, not one of your Huaxia people,” Shashamu nervously explained.

“Immortal, look at that… hehe, the ice you gave to Old Wen…” The earth spirit fidgeted shyly, feeling somewhat embarrassed.