It was not until the woman in red left that the atmosphere in the hall gradually turned relaxing. Elder Xu looked pale and was sweaty all over. His legs went weak that he slumped down on the ground. Seeing that, Yan Liang stepped forward hurriedly to support him and said, "Elder!"
Elder Xu raised and waved his trembling wrinkled hand. At this moment, Xiao Chen stepped forward as well and said with his hands folded, "The Lady Ambassador was just so angry to say that. I have been trained by you for three years, elder, so, I dare not..."
Elder Xu shook his head and said, "Han Yun, this has nothing to do with you. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you..." After saying that, he looked out of the hall again, thinking that since the Lady Ambassador had come to such a small place herself, the seniors of the sect must be anxious to get more Grudge Furnaces, and that Furnaces Collection must not be delayed and he could no longer keep the Grudge Furnaces privately.
"Yu Yangzi?" Xiao Chen frowned, trying hard to recall the memory of Yu Yangzi. Yu Yangzi was the former leader of the Corpse Refinery Sect and was also Ye Wuxin's master. He suddenly disappeared 300 years ago, but actually, he was secretly plotted by Ye Wuxin and fled from the Corpse Refinery Sect. He later hid in the Changyin Mountain Range to recover with Negative Qi, and tried to devour Su Xiaomei's soul. Given Han Yun and Han Yu's statuses in the sect, they did not know many things about the seniors of the sect, and all they knew was hearsay. Why did Ye Wuxin plot against his master back then? Did he do that out of his ambition to usurp the power? The reason should not be so simple. Xiao Chen tried hard to recall what had happened in the Changyin Mountain Range that day. The things seemed to be that only when the Divine Corpse was revived could the people of the sect break free from a place forever. To revive the Divine Corpse, the leade
There was fragrant fragrance in the air. At this moment, Xiao Chen and Su Lianyue were only two feet away, and they could clearly feel each other's breath. They looked at each other, and the moonlight shining into the hut seemed to become tender. Another gust of cold wind blew into the room. They could not keep warm under the thin quilt at all. They looked at each other, and there was tender light in Su Lianyue's eyes. The night seemed to be more blurred. Xiao Chen's mind was in a mess at the moment. Even though it was him, he could not get used to the coldness of Chang Yin Cavity for he had come there not long. At this moment, looking at Su Lianyue's charming appearance, he wanted to reach out and hug her slender waist... A cold wind blew in once more. Su Lianyue shivered a bit, and Xiao Chen also shivered slightly, but it seemed not because of the cold. The cold wind kept blowing in the room. Xiao Chen whispered to her, "Hey... are you col
With the sound of rustle, the branches began to shake, and three figures, all of whom were at the peak of the Foundation Building Realm, appeared in front of Xiao Chen and Su Lianyue. The next second, a smirking voice sounded. "Junior Brother Han, it surprised me that you found me. It seems that your cultivation has increased greatly recently." The man who spoke was no other than Qi Yan, who was clad in red. Xiao Chen turned around and smiled slightly, saying, "If I even couldn't find a Core Forming Realm cultivator like you, following behind me, wouldn't I be a joke?" Qi Yan narrowed his eyes. "Why did he just look like a different person in just two hours? Shouldn't he be scared when he saw me at these barren mountains?" he thought to himself. "Junior Brother Han, let's get it straight. Hand over the Grudge Cauldron, and I will send it to Tai Yin Cavity for you." When Qi Yan spoke, there was a cold flash in his eyes. Apparently, he was pla
Shen Qing cast a long look down the hall, beholding the view of everyone peering up at him. In a cool voice, he intoned, "It's fine. Please take a seat, all of you. There will be people coming for the Grudge Cauldrons." Everyone sank back into their chairs. But the merry mood was all but stifled with only the palpable angst of tension hanging over the hall like an apparition. But their attentions were diverted when four men, all cloaked in dark, entered the hall. Two of them began counting through the number of Rancorous Qi in the Cauldrons and the two others were holding brush pens and bamboo slips to record their colleagues' tally. There was a total of a hundred and thirty year's worth of Rancorous Qi when the count was finished. A century and thirty years' worth of malice and grudge that they could inject into any Corpse Puppet to enhance its strength, although this would be an attempt that no one could be ensured of its success. In most
Xiao Chen's staggering presence swept through the floors of the plaza with the force of an unstoppable tide and the four sentries were as pale as Death. The Chamber of Chills presided by Elder Song was merely one of the lowest in the hierarchy of the Internal Sect while the Hall of Plenitude was the abode of the high chieftain, Ye Wuxin. The knees of the four sentries were threatening to buckle with fear. Xiao Chen's astounding aura that dwarfed even the Nascent Soul aura of Elder Song's indicated to them that these people could be somebody with high stature and standing in the order. But never did they expected to hear that these two people were direct subordinates to the high chieftain himself. This alone made them greater than Elder Song. They had their breaths held firmly like a nocked arrow ready to be loosed. In a shivering voice, the leader of the four bowed and saluted. "Elder Song is not at the Chamber of Chills right now. Please come with me, si
"I'll have the bed. You, the floor." Su Lianyue pronounced curtly. Without waiting for an answer, she moved to the bed, removed her socks and laid down. She turned herself around to face Xiao Chen. "I'm warning you. If you would dare to come any closer, I'll scream. I'll make sure I'm bringing you down with me if I drown." "AH!?" Xiao Chen gasped, looking bewildered. "Actually... The bed's wide enough for the both of us..." He observed. "Don't even think about it!" Su Lianyue glowered and pulled her blanket over her head, stifling another shiver. "Er... How about a blanket, at least?" Hearing this only made Su Lianyue's grip on her sheets tightened. "I'm afraid of the cold," She grumbled from inside of the cocoon, "You have the pure aura of the Yang element. You'd never be cold. Hmph." Xiao Chen never expected to see this side of her. He stared at her dreamily, Even she has a dainty and adorable side
The emerald-green flint gleamed in Xiao Chen's grasp as he twirled it between his fingers. There was something else in his finger. A map that contained perfunctory information about the Ridge of the Fallen Drake. He had no idea how Su Lianyue managed to procure this vital piece of information. Only that she had left him this during the night they hatched the plan for this heist. She had said little during then, but Xiao Chen knew enough to guess that there was more to this than just a simple flint for starting a fire. He studied it that night and found the map embedded inside. But the map was hardly the only thing hidden in the flint when Xiao Chen pried it open; there was also a tiny little pill. Xiao Chen made himself a small light with the flint and studied the map, following it as he made his way to the Chamber of Teeming Woes, the abode of Elder Long, the guardian of this waycastle. On his way, he managed to slip by unnoticed by a few patrolling squa
"Are you looking for her?" A mellow voice resounded through the foggy woods, sending a jolt of shudder through Xiao Chen. The first name that came to mind was Ye Wuxin. With hardly any hesitation, he swung the Unsullied with all his weight behind it. But the blade stopped before it reached within inches of the man; Su Lianyue had been taken hostage! Looking almost in his late twenties and a face as pale as milk, looking more dead than alive especially with the white robes he wore, the man looked conspicuously extrinsic in the dark shadows of the forest. His left hand clutched at Su Lianyue's throat as an amused expression could be seen between the locks of snowy-white hair hanging down his face like a set of curtains. In his right hand, he was holding a white folding fan. But it scarcely seemed like the usual instruments used to provide comfort, but rather a dangerous weapon with all thirteen slates of the fan made of dark-meteoric iron, all of them glint