Chapter 113: Captured and Tormented by He Qianqian

That woman. Ouyang Jujin thought silently, did He Qianqian, knowing full well that her scoundrel husband would be at the banquet, deliberately invite him to attend with Fang Zhiyin? So that when the man became entangled with Fang Zhiyin, He Qianqian would suddenly appear, seeming to “rescue” Fang Zhiyin by chance, when in fact it was all part of her deliberate scheme?

But for what purpose? To make Fang Zhiyin grateful to her?

Ouyang Junyan stayed awake all night, trying to unravel the mystery...

Yet, as he pondered, he eventually fell asleep.

Early the next morning, when Ouyang Junyan woke and went to find Fang Zhiyin, she was nowhere to be found.

Strange. Had she left so early?

“Husband, this must be the Feather God Realm, right? Why don’t I see any disciples from Lingding Mountain? Could it be they are outside the boundary?” Yun Qingwan suddenly asked.

Her voice trembled at first, then grew angry, and a fiery glare ignited in her otherwise vacant eyes, burning fiercely at Wang Ruxue.

Qin Ge opened his clothes and saw that they had clearly been modified. Inside, they were somewhat rigid, resembling metal, but this metal was soft and malleable.

“What are you worried about? If she’s capable of climbing up there, let her stay!” A sudden voice interrupted Qin Wanfeng’s words, startling Xi Qianqian so much she shrank back, clutching a nearby branch to steady herself.

Day after day, she helped him with small tasks—cleaning the incense chamber, grinding incense powder—and he had grown accustomed to drinking a bowl of soup she cooked every day.

As he spoke, many other Daoists appeared behind him, each wielding weapons; some even carried spiked clubs, ready to engage the Buddhist disciples in close combat.

“The Xu family won’t move? Do you think you can handle it yourself? There’s no need to go through so much trouble—I’ll take care of it in one go,” Zhang Guangbei replied confidently.

Zhou Yijin had never thought highly of herself before, and because of Xu Xiyuan, she loathed herself even more.

“Come over and get your number. We’ll line up in front of the window!” Sun Tingna pulled Shen Yu, heading toward the call machine.

Kong Renzong, Xue Xingcang, and He Jun looked around the empty room, exchanging solemn glances.

Gu Hao was also startled. He clearly sensed the speed at which he absorbed the fire element energy. If this could sustain him for a year, just how much pure fire element energy was contained within this fire element spirit?

“Hiss, young Chu Yangxian, you’ve truly obtained the pass to the Primordial World. This means that in the limited future, our clan is very likely to have its own original world,” Chu Aotian said with boundless excitement.

“Tch. How come you’re the one rushing into the deal? If you don’t want to spend, then forget it. If not for Liu Lan’s sake, I wouldn’t even lend you anything,” Li Na pouted with a smile.

As the blade spirit spun, it generated a tremendous suction force, drawing in a large amount of thunder tribulation energy. With continuous absorption, the blade spirit slowly grew larger. Meanwhile, Duoming Zheng kept his eyes tightly shut, his inner energy churning wildly as he absorbed the thunder tribulation energy transformed by the blade spirit.

Though this immense energy was powerful, the cultivators present were all at least in the Consolidation stage, so this mere energy fluctuation was insufficient to drive such formidable individuals back.

When Leng Tian was on the Tianyuan Continent, he saw array masters carving teleportation arrays, but they used jade spirit stones back then. He was unsure if these would work on the Chifeng Continent.

Scar immediately took out his phone and dialed a number, but the voice message said it was turned off. He tried several more calls, none connected—even emergency numbers failed. Scar immediately realized something serious had happened; otherwise, Zhao Jun and Liu Yong’s phones would not all be unreachable.

“Absolutely not!” At this moment, if one showed weakness, it would only lend credibility to the accusation. Lin Jiaren had to be unyielding, even staring directly into the other’s eyes to demonstrate sincerity.

Looking at the corpse still oozing blood, Gu Hao roughly deduced that these three warriors had died less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn—that is, when he had just asked about the bloodied smell, they were still alive.