Chapter 61: Thanking Ye Feng in Person
The next morning dawned bright and clear. Su Manman was still asleep, while Ye Feng had just finished preparing breakfast and was about to call her to wake up. Suddenly, he heard hurried knocking at the door—“knock, knock, knock.” Even without opening the door, Ye Feng could guess who it was. As expected, when he opened it, his mother-in-law, Wang Meili, stood outside.
“Mom, what brings you here…”
Zheng Zhilong took the box, noticing the seal affixed to it. On the seal, it was written: “To be opened personally by Li Dan.”
On the corridor beside the medicinal garden, Silver Jiuchen sat at one side of the stone table, with Zheng Zhixuan and Nangong Wan seated on the other. Her eyes shifted, but Jidao could see through it; within her gaze lurked a deep apprehension. In that illusion within the Sea of Demonic Punishment, what had they seen, what had they encountered—Jidao could glean a hint of it.
“Wan-Dong-Er.” Yang Boqing pronounced the name deliberately, syllable by syllable, so his brother would not mishear, while casting a sidelong glance at him.
At that moment, Sun Erniang was hiding in her room, showing no intention of appearing. Yin Zhi’s voice was so loud that even Sun Erniang found it deafening. Her cheeks flushed again, unsure how to respond.
Elena, though unaware of Silver Jiuchen’s specific reasons, could sense his intentions. She remained silent for a long time, finding it hard to choose between loyalty to her faith and loyalty to her friend.
The sky was vast for birds to soar, the sea wide for fish to leap. On days when land could not be seen, these two lines became rare scenes worth admiring.
The north face of a mountain receives no sunlight and was called the “mountain shade” by the ancients; the south face is bathed in sun, thus named the “mountain sun.” As the saying goes, “wild mountains and turbulent waters breed cunning folk.” When poverty leaves one with nothing but life itself, fear disappears—raise a banner and fight, for there’s nothing to lose but one’s life, and perhaps one might find freedom for a few years.
In the underground cavern, Silver Jiuchen sat cross-legged in meditation. Though he had obtained the Heart of the Earth, he was unsure how to use it to restore his meridians. He would have to consult Elder Fu, for it was Elder Fu who had told him that the Heart of the Earth could repair meridians.
After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Ye Haoran appeared at a modest inn. He handed over ten thousand lower-grade spirit stones, requested a quiet upper room, entered, and closed the door behind him.
Impressive! Thunder surged like a tidal wave, spilling out and engulfing the remaining twenty-scaled Swallow beasts. The three wounded beasts convulsed violently from the electric shock, their wounds now carrying the scent of charred flesh. The others were rendered numb from head to tail.
Yue Wuxin was startled, loosening his grip and nearly letting the creature escape. He quickly tightened his hold. Fortunately, though the Grade of the Zither Mouse had improved, its physical strength was not much enhanced, and Yue Wuxin managed to restrain it firmly, leaving it unable to move.
Wang Lang noticed that Bai Xinyi was clearly uninterested in his words. He paid it no mind, merely turning away and heading to the bedroom with his clothes in hand.
Lei Hong was furious. Although Lin Hao’s punch failed to land on his physical body, blocked by the Thunder Battle Armor, the immense force could not be dissipated, causing his internal energy and blood to churn violently. His rage was boundless.
Yet for Ye Jingxiu and the others, the astonishing aura radiating like the sun nearly caused their hearts and spirits to tremble, evoking a desire to kneel in reverence.
Gong Jingli was astounded, finding it difficult to believe what the checkpoint guard had said. He suspected the guard was boasting, yet the details were so convincing that it hardly seemed exaggerated.
Yue Wuxin paused, then quickly understood. There remained some spiritual energy in the azure giant sword. He pointed backward, and the sword shot up with a clang. At the same time, he formed a spell with his fingers, and a whirlwind suddenly lifted him several feet into the air, depositing him right at the sword’s hilt.