Chapter Thirty-One: Kill Him in One Breath

Wu Zhuang let out a muffled groan, and Aunt Wu immediately turned back in a panic.

"Husband, husband, are you alright?"

Speech had become difficult for Wu Zhuang; his lips moved, but no sound escaped.

Yu Wanqiao watched their interaction, lost in thought.

Suddenly, Wu Ping’an’s voice echoed from within the room.

"Mother, Mother, where are you?"

Just as Wu Ping’an was about to step out of the room, Yu Wanqiao called out to him.

"Ping’an,"

I shook my head. I could not let anyone stand in my way again; I could not be that selfish.

That was my plan: since the passage was only about ten meters long, the further I could fly, the shorter the distance I would have to traverse on foot, which would be to my advantage.

A dilapidated long-distance bus sped down a rough, narrow road in the wilderness.

"It might not be Thunder," Nangong Bai interrupted, cutting off Lei Xiao. "It is highly likely to be the martial generals under his command, trying to kill you to prevent future trouble. Follow me." With that, Nangong Bai headed toward the other side of the alley.

The hostility between Qin Huo and Qin Hao had vanished completely. With Qin Hao’s return, Qin Huo felt only joy, as the Qin family’s situation in the Beiyue Mountains was dire, and Qin Hao’s homecoming was a tremendous help.

While many were shocked, they began to whisper among themselves. The elders and disciples at the Spirit Movement Stage who knew of Shang Qingfeng’s true strength looked at Yang Que’s reckless behavior with utter bewilderment.

"What is this? You haven’t answered me yet!" Duoshun pouted, unwilling to let Chen Shao leave just like that.

Tang Yun scratched the back of his head, a look of inexplicable embarrassment crossing his face. It could be said that this was the first time the naturally easygoing and timid "mainstream teenager" had shown an expression appropriate for his age in front of this group of "delinquents."

As his right hand repeatedly stroked his own cheek, his nose twitched violently twice. Suddenly, his fingers plunged into a hollow in his skin, tore off a chunk of flesh, and shoved it into his mouth. Without even chewing, Putuo swallowed it whole.

Ming Zhong’s skin began to shift from black to red. In moments, the red deepened into a dark purple, and finally, the purple darkened into black.

"Oh, it’s nothing, nothing at all! Just a mere 128 water spheres." Though the fish-like Long Aotian spoke with false modesty, the smug expression on his face betrayed his inner vanity.

"How about this: go home and get some rest, and come find me again at 1:45 PM," Bai Jinli said after a moment of contemplation.

To others, these predictions were nothing more than a gamble, but to Lin Hao, they were entirely transparent. He had seen that the light within the prediction was extremely dim and consisted of only a thin, fragile layer.

"So, it’s true, isn't it? I have been to prison, haven't I?" Su Ying asked softly, twice. Though phrased as a question, her tone held a certainty that showed she had already accepted the fact.

The disciples below had no idea what was happening; they only saw Elder Niu, who had been on the verge of kneeling before the candidate for the new Sect Master, suddenly come to a halt.

Even now, the Young Gang Leader and Uncle Qi remained paralyzed, and no one could discern the cause.

"I have a rough idea, but the treatment process will require your cooperation," Bai Jinli said calmly.

Although she had reached the twelfth level of the Qi Refining stage, she was still a long way from the Golden Core stage. Saving Chu Jiangchen and Xiao Ruye from their poison was, at the moment, an impossible task.

The crowd was even more confused. When had Nangong Jinghong ever had any dealings with such shut-ins?

Therefore, the first rule of the "Return of the Soul" on the seventh night after death is that the family of the deceased must honor their ancestor. They must avoid trivial arguments or disputes, lest they sadden the departed and cause them to linger in the mortal realm, unable to move on.