Chapter 87: The Master

By the time the two arrived at Weixian, it was already noon the next day. With Ouyang Zhuo by his side, Shu Yiming finally managed a good sleep.

When he got off the car, he felt completely refreshed. At that time, cars were still a rare sight in the countryside, and their arrival instantly drew a crowd of curious onlookers.

The legendary Mushroom Master’s story had yet to break out, which meant Shu Yiming could easily gain the Master’s favor with little effort.

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When the battle erupted atop the mountain, the troops stationed halfway up immediately contacted the summit, requesting the cableway be lowered so they could assist.

Lu Chenzhou understood well: within martial clans, competition was fierce, and resources were always prioritized for the most gifted, ensuring each generation produced a martial arts grandmaster.

At these words, many glanced at Ye Jinhuan and Fu Yehen, suspecting Ye Jinhuan still harbored feelings for Fu Yehen.

But the unification of the Seven Kingdoms was inevitable—a trend that aligned with Heaven’s will. Yao Chen knew that as time marched forward, this was only a matter of course.

They paid it no mind, even going so far as to take advantage of the situation, rushing into the house to seize everything.

After a brief rest, Han Shuang felt disinclined to move, while on the other side, Shen Yang and his group resumed their journey and departed.

When she spotted the food, she swept it with her “Scavenger’s Eye”—none of it was expired, all still edible.

Having enjoyed the lively scene, Su Niannian was overcome by drowsiness, her eyelids battling each other, and soon she drifted into a sweet sleep with a smile on her lips.

Someone had once advised the Zhao father and son, saying that place was a “Gate of Returning Yin.” Even if malevolent energy drifted there, not a trace could escape.

With that thought, Yan Min quickly gathered the documents, saving all the files sent to her phone.

She waited from bright daylight until dusk, until both Li Xian and his son returned, until Princess Yongning finished her solitary dinner, and the lamps in the room were all lit.

“How is it that in the blink of an eye, not a trace of him can be found within several hundred miles?” Another hall master withdrew his soul-probing sense, confusion written on his face.

The Grand Elder had no time to spare for anything else. With all his might, he channeled his true essence into the peak holy weapon in his hands, unleashing it in a thunderous attack with the force of seizing the moon from the ninth heaven.

They had already returned to the Nine Heavens World for over ten days, searching for the “Extreme Yang Realm” Hao Yi had mentioned. Yet, not only had they failed to find it, they hadn’t met a single soul who’d heard of it.

But Marsha was not about to let him off. Not until after five in the afternoon did she finish grilling him over every issue, finally allowing the matter to rest—at least for now.

Seeing Sansheng’s bewildered expression, Wang Huai continued, “If those ghosts want to stir up trouble among the villagers, there must be someone down here fanning the flames along with them. So I suspect the ones who sided with Hou Dilei from the start must have been possessed by his ghost soldiers.”

After speaking, Yang Zhengjie started the car and sped off toward Imperial Garden Manor. Zhou Xiuxiu stood there, watching his car gradually disappear from sight, tears of happiness welling in her eyes. She stood for a long, long time, reluctant to leave.

The Supreme Emperor said, “This is only said when, after the new emperor’s ascension, the Xie family sends envoys to offer tribute and declare their loyalty to the court.”

The Empress was in excellent spirits. “She’s a good girl.” Overjoyed, she slipped a bracelet of gold-threaded lamb-fat jade from her own wrist and fastened it around Jiao’er’s slender arm.

The building as a whole was rectangular, with many floors, yet from any vantage, one could see the vaulted ceiling above, as all stairways hugged the walls. Climb every step, and you would see all the portraits of heroes honored here. On the first floor of the main hall, at the very front, stood two statues.

Each magician showcased their unique craft—sometimes flames soared to the heavens and the dragon-drawing was a triumph, while at other times things went awry, thick sulfurous smoke billowing out, stinging the eyes and bringing forth tears.