Chapter 46 The Death of All Flowers After the Bloom

Lu Qingfei arrived at the hospital and, even before entering, heard Zhong Qin’s excited voice ringing out:

“That’s my junior apprentice sister!”
“My junior apprentice sister!”

She pushed open the door and saw Zhong Qin, who was still hobbling on his lame leg, grinning from ear to ear as he boasted to everyone, “The streamer you’re all fans of is my junior apprentice sister!”

Seeing him like this, if he had a tail, it would be wagging so hard it’d look like a propeller.

Lu Qingfei was speechless.

If she had come any later, her second senior brother might have made a full recovery right then and there.

The flowing melody draws me back to the mortal world, and I awaken with a start, struck by sudden astonishment—yet, as long as there is earth by my side, without even realizing it, lush grass grows in abundance.

During the Qianlong reign, high officials and wealthy merchants loved to flaunt their prosperity with ruyi scepters, and in this regard, Feng Tiannan was considered quite outstanding.

Lin Shirui couldn’t help but laugh aloud. By now, the two of them were already flying through the air, so there was no worry of being overheard. She reached out and tapped Du Guanyun lightly on the forehead.

A large pit had been dug into the ground. Shui Tianlan’s lips twitched when she saw it, but she quickly went forward to find Ziyun Ye and Elder Hongfeng. The two of them were studying a black plant together.

In the ancient era, all equipment, items, and materials were classified into seven tiers based on value: gray, white, green, blue, purple, gold, and red.

Wuji didn’t show up today, but Mo Hui and Mo Guang did. However, since entering, Mo Hui hadn’t glanced at Xun Yi even once, making it clear he did not wish to continue any trouble.

“But I really want to know what you think—does your best friend have a Dao companion?” Wuhun asked in a teasing tone.

The three sisters, who had initially looked down on Shui Tianlan’s group, had now become friends. Their personalities meshed well—after all, they were all young people. Though sometimes influenced by their respective inheritances, they were able to think and tolerate differences, something that greatly satisfied Shui Tianlan.

Ziyun Ye nodded solemnly and glanced at Shui Tianlan, his eyes filled with a kind of helplessness that made her feel suddenly heavy-hearted.

When the spiritual power of the Mirror Water Fairy touched the center of Xun Yi’s brow, he saw that spark of dazzling white light blooming in his energy palace—then, his consciousness came to an abrupt halt, so he never heard the fairy’s terrified scream.

Weighing her choices, the embroideress chose to fulfill the youth’s wish, personally sending him off to join the army at the front.

When Jin Yuguang didn’t take the box, she took out a delicate bell from her makeup case and said, “This is the Universe Bell. I like it very much, so I’ll give it to you.” She pulled Jin Yuguang’s hand over and placed the box in her palm.

This vast land of mountains and rivers had been shrouded by an impenetrable dusk for nearly ten thousand years.

“Hehe, look at this!” Mo Hongyu smiled mysteriously. Her sleeve fluttered slightly, and a round mirror marked with the Eight Trigrams appeared in her palm.

The Huo family—the most distinguished among the prominent clans of River City—was not unfamiliar to Yan Xi.

To show her determination, she even crawled out from under the covers, causing Letian to gasp in shock.

Such bravery and fearlessness—ha! Yet, when she looked at herself, she felt like a cowardly turtle. At best, she could say she acted only when she was sure of success; at worst, she was just a timid tortoise.

Yan Xi remembered how, last year, Huo Jinshen came to find her, leaning against the car in just the same way—relaxed, his posture exuding noble grace.

Seeing Yuan Yanzhi still looking cold, she grabbed his damp sleeve. She’d noticed earlier that there was a cave to the east.

Back then, the strongest in Dongyang Town—Qu Feng, Hongyang, and the rest—had a fighting strength of only fifty or sixty thousand. Before they could react, the Nether Tiger had already destroyed most of Zhuquan Manor, and their leader, Shi Jie, was killed on the spot.

Even a thousand years ago, he had already reached the undying realm of the true immortal, impossible to completely extinguish. Yet he was cursed by the heavenly way, doomed to never live past the age of fourteen in any lifetime, and his path of cultivation blocked, unable to break free to find his true self.