Chapter Ninety-Four: The More One Tries to Conceal It, the More It Is Revealed

In the chambers of the Jade Pavilion.

Their first objective was to clear Second Senior Brother of suspicion and see whether his left arm was truly injured.

“Second Senior Brother usually bathes at what time?” Qin Xiaomo asked, scanning the others.

Everyone shook their heads. True enough—who would normally care about such a thing? Especially here, where bathing was such a private matter.

“If none of you has an idea, then I can only use the first stupid method...” Qin Xiaomo said, pressing a hand to her forehead.

Outside Second Senior Brother Qing Zhou’s room, Qin Xiaomo stood at the doorway with a bowl of spicy noodles in one hand and knocking on the door with the other. Chao Feng waited not far away, ready to respond at any moment. Seeing the layer of red chili oil floating on the broth, his scalp tightened.

At the first light of dawn, Niu Potian and Hei Zi were already drilling the troupe at the back mountain. There were only thirty people left in the team now; perhaps in a few more days, the number would meet the requirement.

Guanyin picked up a branch and prodded through the ash and soot. Finding no human bones, he finally felt a little more at ease.

Yang Jian gave a strange cry as his weapon was knocked flying, smashing into Tang Sanzang as though it had struck a block of iron.

Hearing the sound behind him, Helian De glanced at the rickety pumpkin cart about to topple over and, before he had time to say a word to Wu Yusheng, pulled her out of the way.

For a time, opinions flew in every direction. Some supported the order, others cursed it, but no matter what they said, Fang Yuan’s decree was already here and would not be changed.

Su Yanxi guessed that perhaps the Sheng family now considered her not so easy to bully after all. After all, with a friend like Luo Xiaoxiao, who could mobilize the entire Bai Guo County police force at the drop of a hat, what could a mere merchant family do to Su Yanxiao? They were powerless.

The shopping street was actually built between several dormitory districts, probably to make life easier for the students and to help the merchants make money.

An additional variation of the Secret Sword: Light Snow had also been incorporated, increasing its adaptability against large numbers of weaker foes.

Her hands trembled faintly from inner turmoil. The talisman seemed to sense her hesitation at that very moment, and its force pressed in all the more fiercely.

“No problem.” Ji Cheng turned back with a smile, then grabbed Shu Xin and urged, “Come on, let’s go.”

“What happened?” The eldest brother, the second brother, and the others who had not been following the latest update of Masked Singing God all looked utterly bewildered and asked at once.

Seeing the way Zhang Tian ate, Shi Yong was somewhat surprised. He had not expected that such a slender body could eat so much. Immediately, he began chewing heartily as well. Just as the two were growing more and more absorbed in their meal, an untimely voice suddenly sounded.

Xu Yang’s unique profound heavenly meridian, linking the crown of his head and the Purple Mansion space, was also operating at full speed, helping his cultivation achieve twice the result with half the effort.

The old man’s son, however, suddenly widened his eyes, his face full of shock and astonishment.

“Disturbing Zhang Tian’s seclusion at a time like this is dangerous. What if he has reached a critical moment in his cultivation?” Yin Shiqi hurriedly stopped them.

Walking to a broken wall, they found a courtyard inside, overgrown with bamboo. It seemed the strong winds of the previous night had blown down the enclosing wall, and the owner had not yet had time to repair it.

The sword light upon the latter’s true form grew ever more brilliant, until at last it was so blinding that no one could bear to look at it. Within that endless radiance, a clear and ancient sword cry split the heavens, and before the eyes of the Boundless Dao Sect, a sword that had been buried in dust for a thousand long years slowly rose from within the body of the Astral Observer.

Aside from the losses suffered by the Rampaging Ant Cavalry, Su Yang had no other losses. In misfortune, this was the greatest fortune.

Cang Yu’s back sprouted a pair of eagle wings, making him adept at striking from the air, and in his hands he also held a pair of silver spears.

“What is it? Are you afraid now? To challenge this lord is to court death,” the three-headed beast sneered.

Pressed back step by step by Luojiashan, he still kept his expression composed and calm, showing not the slightest trace of panic.

Kong Yun nodded. Judging from the spiritual herbs required on the bounty list, the old man’s deductions should be fair.

At this moment, everyone gathered around the stall had turned their attention to the luminous gauze, and not one of them spared a glance for the mysterious tree root.

I could understand Song Xiaoli’s words very well, but at the same time I was secretly breaking into a cold sweat. If he had not reminded me, I would never have remembered this matter at all.