Chapter 121: The Wedding

The Thousand Gold Pavilion.

Upon hearing Qingfeng’s announcement of the incident, Qin Xiaomo and Jidou immediately rushed to the computer. The instant news at the bottom right corner of the screen read: At 3 p.m., an explosion occurred in the Three Fairy Cave; the Three Fairy Goddess manifested; over seventy lives were lost.

The three of them felt a chill creeping down their spines. Those seventy-plus victims... who were they? Bo Ji? Chao Feng? Lu Shuling?...

If these disciples were truly killed, then Qian Mubai’s calamity had escalated severely. No, they had to secure the Tribulation-Transcending Pill first, then take things step by step.

Seeing Qin Xiaomo preparing to leave, Liu Banxian said, “The situation at the Three Fairy Cave is still unclear. How about you rest here for now...”

“All right! Thank you, Great Uncle Jinxian, for the warning. I shall descend the mountain immediately to retrieve the red and yellow relic beads, taking the first step toward gathering all seven colors,” said General Huo with resolve. His spirit flickered and vanished without a trace.

Perhaps Wang Yong’s loss of an arm at the hands of Lu Xiusu gave them confidence, but his effortless recovery, coupled with the brutal deaths of Lu Xiusu and his subordinates, forced them to reconsider their position seriously.

One weekend, Zhao Qingru arrived bearing fruits. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed Pete’s troubled expression and guessed that his mother-in-law had once again gotten herself into trouble.

Du Fei and two other young men exchanged punches, only to be sent flying by Dong Gan’s powerful blows.

Neil suddenly teared up, her eyes shimmering. She rushed forward and clung tightly to Wang Yong, biting his shoulder.

Yuan Lai nodded in understanding. Judging by this, his next destination should be outside the Tianmen Pass. However, according to Wudang Gui, traveling through the perilous borderlands with his current strength remained dangerous—something to seriously consider.

Zhang Ling sighed deeply, saying nothing insincere. Instead, he looked at Yuan Lai, lips moving as he uttered words that left Yuan Lai astonished.

Frankly, seeing Lu Xiangxiang like this, she felt both shocked and sympathetic. After all, if not for her deep love for Song Yuanhuan, perhaps her life would not have degenerated into such despair. Yet, this could not become a reason for special treatment.

With the resurgence of magical power, not only human strength but also that of various non-human and monstrous beings grew daily, expanding into ever more distant regions.

Estimating that it would be impossible to find Old Li within the next ten minutes, it was better to kill the Moonlight Ape before them, level up to 19, and then proceed.

Not long ago, Fang Yongkang had used his essence and blood to perform a secret technique to rescue Chen Ting, instantly boosting his combat power.

“Does the Law Enforcement Hall not know? The reason I killed Yun was because he struck me openly before everyone. Does the Law Enforcement Hall arrest people without discerning right from wrong?” Ye Nan looked at Mao Shihai. Though he was unafraid of a fight, some things needed clarification.

He wasn’t grateful to his father for saving him; rather, the mere experience of returning from the gates of hell had simply terrified him into tears.

For hundreds of years, the Five Elements Sect’s Underworld Tomb had remained unknown to outsiders precisely because those who entered never returned. Yet he could not turn a blind eye. Since this person had descended into the bottom of the Lake of Starvation and Death, what if he survived and returned?

In truth, cultivators value their cultivation level over sect affiliation. Whether a disciple is from a lower or upper branch makes no significant difference if their realm is the same. For example, since achieving Golden Core, Master Shuoyang of the Li Fire Hall commands respect even from the Five Elements Sect’s sect leader.

Yet often, the most vicious blow comes not from your presumed enemy, but from the person you deem the most harmless in your heart.

“The one who repelled the magicians from DEM Society is my companion. Her name is Liuli. As for whether she is an elf, I’ll tell you she is not!” Ling Yun said with a smile.

The Ent Elder sat alone in the Crane King Hall, mind foggy. A cold spiritual thought suddenly transmitted to him, reminding him of the origin of the entire matter.

Lin Xiang couldn’t help but curse under his breath as he hurriedly retreated, channeling energy into both hands. He had seen the golden energy in the hands of the Spirit Tribe. Although he felt their energy could not harm him, a single blast from them would still be enough to give Lin Xiang a serious headache.