Chapter Seventy-Two: You Jumped into the Ditch

Xiaoshuang said, “It seems he’s looking for a sedan bearer?”
Ever since certain people returned from Daoist Bai Xin, news of Lady Qingye’s disappearance had spread across the celestial realm, causing a great uproar. Whenever friends or family met, they would ask a few questions and discuss their thoughts.
He ran in a hurry, glancing nervously ahead as he twisted his head from side to side. Suddenly, his foot caught on something, and he stumbled, pitching forward.
“Chiu, chiu!” A burst of clear, piercing calls rang out. The four faces of Daoist Fengling turned pale at once. At that moment, Daoist Fengling felt like cursing his luck—against all odds, the elusive Mi Sparrow had appeared after all.
Shen Nianhua came seeking Shen Xinyi. Shen Xinyi had guessed from the start it concerned her younger sister Shen Xinran, though she kept silent about it.
It is said the Witch Tribe descends from the gods of creation. They can unlock inherited memories and thus learn the secrets of the world.
“Xue and Murong Li,” she answered Emperor Qian’s question concisely, her gaze locked on the door. A shadow flickered inside, and Yao Shun leaped in at once.
A torrential rain poured from day into night. Long Ming told everyone to rest in the cabins, leaving only a few sailors to operate the steam engine and steer the ship, rotating shifts as time passed.
But reality was harsh. Kuang Guohua’s body was completely wedged in the crevice, unable to move. Yet he did not seem anxious at all, staring fixedly at the ice wall before him, as if watching something.
“Qianxia, let’s go sit on that big rock up ahead,” Lin Mohan pointed to the stone at the peak of the mountain. “We can take in the scenery and the green trees below. The view is absolutely breathtaking.” The rock was enormous, its shape somewhat like a turtle.
“The Young Marshal is busy, I shouldn’t have stopped your carriage…” Her voice was like that of a golden oriole, pleasing to Qingrang’s ears.
He led the way safely to Fengdu, avoided mortals, found the entrance to the Underworld, and was transported inside.
They represented the magistrate’s office, governing the martial world with great authority. Yet they were often held in contempt by those heroes who refused to serve the court.
“Xiaoxiao, I’m not criticizing you, but you should learn from your sister Xiaoxiao. She’s gentle and graceful—just in our company, there are countless men who admire her,” Xu Yi joked.
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When Jun Wuxia tilted Ruoyu’s face toward him, he saw her alluring features awash with tears. Her eyes, brimming with sorrow, were captivating—yet heartbreakingly so.
The unfocused gaze seemed to traverse millennia within her eyes, slowly converging. As her vision darkened, a field of white appeared.
At least at this moment, the Changmen Society needed to carry out certain tasks with earnest dedication.
If the priest uses a soul tether to exchange a fetus for life, then in the days that follow, they must endure the agony of their soul being torn.
Because most of the time, the Changmen Society acted only when the tasks truly mattered or held significance for them.
Lin Ying ran to Li Dongshan’s home. She didn’t barge in directly, but wandered outside twice, and as expected, heard cursing from within.
Tears streamed down Li Jia’s face as she stared, mouth agape in shock. No one had ever spoken to her in such a tone before.