Chapter 122: Wade's Longing

Wade listened as Ignatius recounted the friction between the Black Cat Society and the Deer Blood Clan. The dragonborn had taken the initiative to expand their influence, and Jessiah had already gone to occupy that smuggling warehouse—a salt depot where the Deer Blood Clan stored salt intended for smuggling to Tania during winter.

However, the dragonborn did not seize the warehouse for the salt itself; their primary objective was the reindeer bred by the Deer Blood Clan and the intelligence on the trade routes controlled by them.

With the reindeer, they had swift transportation across the snowy terrain.

Cheng Lang left without a word this time. After he was gone, the smile on Yining’s face faded. No matter how Lu Jiaxue behaved, Cheng Lang had never shown her any ill will. Yet, since she had resolved not to get involved any longer, she naturally would not tell Cheng Lang that she was still alive.

“I know, I’m just curious. I’m puzzled because Mother usually ignores those unrelated to us, yet tonight she insisted on joining that commotion, or perhaps watching a killing. Big brother, don’t say anything reckless in front of Father and Mother!” Huanqing said.

After an indeterminate amount of time, when Bai Ruoxi regained consciousness again, a dull headache made her feel dizzy.

Yun Niang thought that after Grandpa the village chief had scolded Wang Ergou, he should have understood that the grain in the fields was not to be disturbed. Yet Wang Ergou, who had shown obedience before the village chief, had gone to the field in secret, acting duplicitously.

The sword knows no mercy; with a swift strike, the blade slaughtered those nearby. Nuan Fei, like a keen sword herself, broke through the encirclement.

Yun Niang calculated that building the school would take about a month! Plus, the weather was still cold, making the house uninhabitable; it would need to be left empty for a while to dissipate the dampness.

“It’s better now; the real trouble came when he was one or two months old,” Yining recalled with a faint smile, remembering when Baoge was just born.

“Do humans and demons not live in the same lands?” Ling Jiu pondered, recalling how in the demon mountains, the sun and moon coexist—entirely different from here.

Zhang’s expression grew complicated once more. She slowly recounted the past—how Gu Minglan was kidnapped from the nunnery, how her prematurely born child died from excessive grief. As she spoke, her voice choked with emotion, and Aunt Qiao’s expression became increasingly tense.

Ye Qian smiled instinctively, feeling that the people he encountered today were one more amusing than the last.

The underground river’s water and that of the pool were separate; at first glance, they were completely distinct. The pool lay tens of meters from the underground river, separated by rocky terrain. Only if the underground river connected beneath the pool would there be any relation.

The tyrant’s long halberd clashed relentlessly against the demonic soul’s fists, like two battle machines exchanging blows in the void. The terrifying aura detonated with every collision, causing the main chamber to tremble violently, as if on the verge of collapse. The dreadful sound waves rolled out like crashing tides, wave after wave.

Whether it was the Third Life Gate or the Fourth Life Gate, ultimately, they sought to find the enemy’s vulnerability. The life gate was there, but if no flaw was found, one could only watch helplessly. Don’t think a sword thrust to the chest could pierce the heart—without discovering the true weakness, even a thousand strikes could not deliver the fatal blow.

Gexi Wuying suddenly understood and said, “So that’s how it is, Yan’er. Can you create something like this? I need a large quantity of these.” She felt that something significant would soon happen on the mysterious continent; better to prepare in advance and be ready, so that if something did occur, it would not become a crisis.

Bi Xun’s heart pounded fiercely—she recalled the name that had recently stirred such a commotion. She knew she had to try.

At that moment, she was noting the modifications needed for the concert hall and simultaneously recording Lu Feng’s requests.

The Lingxu Blade, guided by Yun Piaoying’s will, could attack the Black Silk Evil God at will. No matter where the Black Silk Evil God hid, the Lingxu Blade pursued relentlessly. Unlike Gexi Wuying’s black ancient sword, it was bound solely to its owner’s control. No matter how powerful another’s abilities, if they were not its true master, they could not command it.