Chapter 124: Karmic Creditors (Part I)

Fatty Zuo brightened at the sight of this. He actually threw Second Uncle Cripple onto the ground and left him there, then hurried over to the corpse-carrying fox, shouting for it to find more gold ingots.

Second Uncle Cripple was left dizzy and disoriented by the fall. He cursed the damned fatty, demanding to know whether he could not be a little gentler.

The corpse-carrying fox was utterly helpless. It burrowed into the grass nearby and, after some rustling and scratching, dug out more gold ingots from somewhere unknown. Holding them above its head with both paws, it presented them to Fatty Zuo. Fatty Zuo’s beady eyes lit up...

If he had not transformed the body of the Black Tortoise Shell into a shield and used it to cover himself, then even if he had been able to withstand that assault, he would surely have suffered some injuries.

After treating Nikaido’s wounds, Ryuuzouji found Mu Fengye beside the camp on the ice mound. His left arm was almost ruined and had been wrapped in countless layers of gauze. An injury like that could probably be healed only by Shinomiya. With the current level of medicine, there was simply no way to revive an arm that had withered completely.

“Hmph. You want Lord Yun to help you leave this place? Dream on. Lord Yun spent nearly a hundred years here in the heart of the Yuanji Mountain Range. Naturally, I have complete confidence in finding my way out.”

The cabin door closed automatically. Yang Jian waited several seconds, but nothing happened. “What’s going on? Purple Eyes isn’t playing a trick on me, is she?” Just then, Yang Jian felt as though the ground beneath his feet had grown wet. Looking down, he saw green liquid continuously bubbling out of several holes beside his feet.

But Ye Zhuo was different from me. Setting aside the fact that Ancestor Dongling was unlikely to incur the resentment of several Nascent Soul elders, including Ancestor Hu Mei, for the sake of an outsider, even Ancestor Dongling himself was unlikely to abandon his pursuit of the path to immortality merely because of one request from me—especially after having experienced its true benefits.

Yang Jian held Heavenly Blood in his right hand and had been using it to attack, but that did not mean his left hand was entirely useless.

“Not bad. You’ve got some skill. But now I’m going to get serious!” The brocade-clad youth twisted his neck, wearing a roguish grin.

As for Qiansi Longyao, she had come to pay a visit, but she had too many affairs to handle and could not stay here to protect Chen Feng. Before leaving, she specifically instructed the two Hundred Officials, Weng and Wen, to guard Chen Feng well.

“Murong Yan, you’re lucky today. I’ll let you off for now. If I catch you again, I certainly won’t go easy on you.” With that, Murong Yingxue left as well.

The ten ancestors opposite him suddenly radiated spiritual light of every color, all of it surging toward Xia Mingfeng. Once the light merged into his body, not only did a cultivation manual appear in Xia Mingfeng’s mind, but ten divine arts also emerged, from which he could choose what to cultivate.

“Everyone, don’t get so excited. It isn’t the Sect Master going alone. I’ll be traveling with him to Chaoyuan Province!” Sitong hurriedly explained.

After Venerable Can Yue encountered the “Mars General” Zi Feiyan, he unleashed the Kunlun Sect’s signature Zule Sword Art and attacked her with all his strength. Zi Feiyan swung the scarlet-red saber in her hand to meet him.

“Lord Meng, it’s over there!” Li Qinghe pointed toward a bungalow in Wangshu Village, Chixia Town, beside the Silvermoon River. The house stood half-hidden beneath a broad stand of bare parasol trees, their trunks and branches coated with a thin layer of snow.

Seated in the place of honor was none other than Fairy Zixin, the ninth-rank ancestor of the Profound Sage Realm from the Red Dust Seclusion Pavilion.

At the very instant the two exchanged blows, twelve sharp, diamond-shaped darts shot from the two rotating wheels on Su Xinghe’s weapon handle. Their ends were connected to the wheels by threads as fine as silk, while the twelve deadly diamond-shaped weapons attacked Jian Wuqing’s eyes, throat, and other vital points from every direction.

“What about the remaining half of the candidates? Have you decided?” Xiao Yunfei continued.

Time passed second by second. The office was utterly silent; not even the slightest sound came from outside. Such silence made one feel vaguely uneasy.