Chapter 62: Chu Di
Ask about her?
Gu Zhuo truly couldn’t understand why this Madam Ye was inquiring about her. Yet before she could figure it out, the person had already come knocking.
“Oh my, you must be Comrade Xiao Gu?” The elderly woman entered with a warm smile.
She spoke in the local Qishi dialect. Gu Zhuo glanced at Nurse Xiao Lin beside her and replied in Mandarin, “Sorry, ma’am, I don’t understand the Qishi dialect.”
Nurse Xiao Lin promptly helped translate.
The villagers behind the barricades were astonished to see Zheng Fan subdue a zombie with nothing but a simple drink. Their expressions were as if they’d seen a ghost, as though Zheng Fan was more terrifying than the undead themselves.
Yiyuan City lay close to the wildlands, and with no renowned masters residing there, if a barbarian warlord led a surprise assault, the townsfolk would have no recourse but to await death.
The Wild Heaven Emperor murmured softly, stepping into the dimensional passageway, his mind haunted by the Lord of Fate who had nearly claimed his life.
His father’s words nearly crushed him; it took every ounce of willpower not to unleash the resentment he’d harbored for so long.
Even Former Shu, who’d lost two counties, still made its stately way to the capital, three thousand riders forming a mighty escort.
“Boss, we’ll be coming back this way from Chang’an. If there’s anything you want us to bring, just let us know,” Peng Wuwang said generously.
The Ghost King roared as well, shaken by the sudden attack from Zhang Song. The destructive power radiating from the white light left the Ghost King trembling with dread. In his haste, he could only unleash all the blood spirit energy stored within the Fulong Cauldron, hoping to withstand the blow.
To conduct his research, he bought a separate apartment and hid it from his wife. To conceal his wealth, he even fabricated fake loan records with a major company chairman.
While touring Wuling, he fell into the water and found himself in a strange world of immortals and demons, where the eight mountain ghosts used him as bait to hunt a giant white python. That night, they sheltered in a dilapidated inn; the python attacked, and with Ah Gou’s help, he managed to escape and returned to his hometown after twenty years.
When Ariel appeared, they observed for several years before finally confirming that the current Guardian was Prince Royce of Bonn.
Gu Cangbai, as the head of the Immortal Feather Sect, had mastered the art of nurturing his spirit. Yet now, as he spoke, his aura wavered noticeably—clearly, the upheavals within the sect these past days weighed heavily on his mind, sapping his confidence.
The cross-shaped beam clashed with the Blood Skeleton King’s bones, producing a harsh, rattling sound.
“Alright.” Ye Chen had already agreed to Gray Wolf’s conditions during their reckless drive, so when the gray-haired man proposed this as repayment, Ye Chen didn’t feel cheated.
“The ten great sects, along with experts from all the various factions, are all on the move. They’re scouring the world for any trace of him,” Ji Yuchen said with a faint, indifferent smile, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.
Yet even that wasn’t the most astonishing part. What truly amazed and confounded everyone was that, at the time, the Celestial Dancer’s cultivation was barely at the fourth layer of the Void Immortal realm, while his four Vajra protectors had only just reached the third layer.
The one who struck was undoubtedly a terrifying figure at the ninth heaven of the Immortal Sovereign realm—a force capable of eradicating Ji Yuchen.
A piercing sound tore through the sky, echoing far into the distance. In an instant, a massive golden arrow ripped apart the void, its overwhelming power shattering the energies around it.
Suddenly, a jet of flame burst forth, laced with traces of wind. Its speed was astonishing, striking the cultivator square in the chest in the blink of an eye.
“Let her in, then! Tell her we have only five minutes!” Ziyun set down her materials as she spoke.
“Heh, it’s not that I overestimate you, but you’re the only one who can save Zhongzeng City.” Meng Weixing patted Chen Yu’s shoulder, his words sincere and heartfelt.