Chapter 146: Black Demon Ape

"Black Demonic Ape." Hearing this name, Liu Feng could not help but furrow his brows slightly.

He recalled the descriptions of the Black Demonic Ape from the texts.

These creatures were towering in stature, covered entirely in coarse black fur. They possessed boundless strength, moved with the velocity of a whistling wind, and boasted skin of extraordinary toughness, rendering them completely immune to ordinary blades and swords.

Upon reaching maturity, their combat prowess roughly equated to that of human martial artists in the first to third stages of the Yin-Yang Realm. Moreover, they were pack animals, a trait that had led to the downfall of many spirit beasts far more powerful than themselves.

Furthermore, they possessed cruel and vicious personalities, harbored a taste for flesh, and loved to toy with their prey before ultimately...

Or rather, he could not understand why Lin Cen was weeping so bitterly, while also harboring a degree of resentment toward her defeatist, ostrich-like mentality.

He appeared to be around forty years of age, and a look of profound astonishment settled upon his face as he gazed at the mist pervading the courtyard.

To ensure his own safety, Xin Yiyao would undoubtedly insist that all the evidence was safely kept with his father-in-law, Yao Jinglun. Yao Jinglun, Commissioner Yao—who would ever dare to lay a hand on him?

On this moonless night swept by howling winds, the streets were deserted and silent. Two dark figures slipped stealthily into courtyard after courtyard, sprinkling packets of white powder into the wells.

After hanging up the phone, Li Feng relayed the news to Feng Nan, inadvertently letting slip Chen Zhiyuan's intention to "retread the path of romance."

That disciple was both anxious and exasperated, yet utterly helpless. He had no choice but to turn back, only to find the two rear disciples engaged in idle chatter. Their attempts to maintain serious, unsmiling expressions looked terribly forced, and their suppressed mirth was glaringly obvious.

Turning his head, Lin Huan caught sight of the figure clad entirely in black, wearing a half-face silver mask and an ambiguous, half-smile—Sikong Jin.

Having broken free from the gravitational trajectory of the twin black holes, the lunar spacecraft entered its next transitional trajectory. This jump was far shorter than the preceding ones, and its velocity was considerably reduced. After executing five such consecutive leaps, they finally reached their ultimate destination.

Shifting his gaze back to Lin Huan, he discovered that the youth seemed shrouded in a hazy mist, rendering his past karma and destiny entirely inscrutable.

Faced with a desperate, last-ditch battle, if everyone's morale collapsed and they simply fled, the only possible outcome would be utter and absolute defeat.

Upon hearing Gongsun Chengyu's words, Qiu Fengshui froze completely. Slowly extending a hand from behind the gauze curtains, she clutched Gongsun Chengyu in a death grip, looking entirely ready to fight him to the death.

Shuiling followed behind Qin Mengdie in quiet perplexity. Qin Mengdie strolled through the courtyard with unhurried steps, pausing to examine every single plant with meticulous care. Such magnificent blossoms and such pristine raindrops would have been polluted beyond recognition in the modern era. At times, she felt immensely grateful for this transmigration; through this life, she had effectively lived out two distinct existences.

Unable to resist, Qin Mengdie took Bao'er into her arms and gave her a gentle hug. "Such a pretty child. Elder sister will hold you properly once we are back inside. These clothes are far too chilly." With that, she hurriedly returned Bao'er to the Second Concubine.

Qin Mengdie harbored a vague inkling. Regarding the marriage proposal Feng Yuye had mentioned yesterday through Shuiling, she actually found herself looking forward to it. Ancient times lacked such rituals, yet this unique experience of her own made her wonder if it might truly seem rather bizarre.

"I am entirely certain. I love You, and I will only ever love You." Under Jiang Ling's intense gaze, Li Shaoyang stated with unwavering conviction.

Li Shaoyang remained silent, his expression blank as he watched Jiang Ling—who had been muttering to herself—extend a hand.

Ever since Lucy had stepped into the Second Uncle's home, her behavior had turned abnormal. Her eyes seemed to peer through the rooms at something unseen, and her face wore an expression of inexpressible agony. How could Li Shaoyang not feel deeply worried seeing Lucy in such a state?

The illusory figures of the Dragon Child and Phoenix Child were ecstatic, realizing that an opportunity for escape had finally presented itself, and instantly tore through the void to depart.

"Hah..." Jun Xueyi opened her eyes and exhaled a long breath. This breakthrough had drained a tremendous amount of her mental energy, exhausting her spiritual sense completely. On one hand, she had to divide her focus to monitor her dantian, while on the other, she had to continuously absorb the ambient primordial energy.

This place ought indeed to be his dwelling, yet at some unknown point, another had arrived. The old man, however, remained entirely at ease, showing not the slightest trace of panic upon laying eyes on the Daoist alchemist.

At this point, Jia Cong was certain that the worldly and cunning Yang Yangzheng had indeed concluded that Emperor Chongkang's days were numbered.