Chapter Sixty-Two: Companions Are Family Too

Inside the valley, for reasons unknown—perhaps the inferno above disturbed the air currents here—the atmosphere was turbulent, making flight perilously unstable. Leng Shuyan chose to climb using ropes, prioritizing safety. After all, she knew nothing about Cang Yu; even if she paid special attention, she could not easily distinguish truth from falsehood.

Beside her stood a man, handsome in appearance, with a subtle aloofness between his brows—not coldness toward Zhong Xingyue, but a natural remoteness, as if he were born detached from others.

Ji Zhuochen remained silent. He knew the teacher was right; back in that place, no one dared challenge him, but now, he had no desire to spar with others. How could one expect him to have rich experience in such circumstances?

As soon as Qianye Jue sat down, before Qianye could even speak, he rattled off a string of questions, leaving Qianye utterly speechless.

It looked extravagant, with jewels embedded all over the scabbard—far too gaudy and hardly resembling a magical artifact.

These were all senior brothers and sisters; Zhong Xingyue knew none of them. Everyone cherished each moment spent searching for treasures, so when they met, they merely nodded or ignored one another completely.

So, even if she had hundreds or thousands of questions at this moment, she dared not ask them aloud; such discussions would wait until they were behind closed doors.

She rose and pressed the remote control, silencing the television abruptly. The servant departed quietly.

“Stop watching. Tomorrow you can go to kindergarten with Huanhuan. Sleep, and tomorrow will come soon enough!” Feng Wu gently stroked her son’s head, helplessly.

Jiang Wantong did not relent. She stepped forward and pinned Jiang Ruoyun to the ground, delivering a fierce beating.

“Interesting,” Elder Wang remarked, observing the crescent blade in Liao Fang’s hand and his movements, nodding in approval.

Her selfish and unruly temperament suited only a concubine, unfit to be a principal wife. At the time, she believed that with her supervision, there would be no trouble at the Prince’s residence.

“Let’s see, then—will I lose my resolve first, or will you die before me?” Su Hang’s voice fell.

The old scholar and Stone lived opposite, and since Zhang Xuebing needed care, he stayed with Jiao Mu Jiao, who was familiar with treating external injuries. If Stone came over, it was surely for something important.

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Ning Xiu, struck squarely by a mentally exhausting blow, showed no sign of being affected; his hand wielding the blade remained steady, and the domineering energy howled forth.

The two exchanged a glance, a deep helplessness in their hearts. If Zhi Ruo possessed strong internal cultivation talent, living in the same era as such a person was both a tragedy and a blessing.

The Non-Domain Boxing God charged out; seeing this, Roger refused to be outdone, stepping directly in his path.

However, since they were escorting confiscated silver, they could only travel slowly with Zheng Zixiu.

If it was to be done, it must be genuine; never should a single turtle be used to make soup for half a year, deceiving customers. It must truly be effective against multiple diseases.

For a monarch to be so frugal—how could Qin not be powerful? How could its fierce troops not dominate the world, striking terror into the Six Kingdoms of Shandong?

Fortunately, Zhu Zhu understood that no matter how furious the Grand Elder might be, he would not kill Yin Zizhang and Ji Yougu on the spot. She could only watch and wait for the Grand Elder’s anger to subside.

The others had no objection to Zhu Zhu joining them. Though she lacked cultivation, she was not easy to bully. At crucial moments, she always surprised them. Among them, she was never a burden, but rather an indispensable member, and in battle, she was their secret weapon.

“Generally, there’s not much danger. When disciples spar in the sanctuary, supernatural powers are forbidden, so risky situations are rare.” Xue Ying finished speaking, throwing a flirtatious glance at Xia Lin.

Ji Yougu and Di Chanshang deliberately withdrew far away to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, signaling they did not intend to compete with the Shang Master Sect for those two blue gold swordfish demons.

Having spoken, Bai Cai Gu led the way forward, leaving the mistake of the Azure Dragon behind.

“This... is it really appropriate?” Nie Feng glanced furtively around. Other detectives were busy nearby, not paying attention to them, but he still felt embarrassed.

Before agreeing to let Jade help King Wei’s party with detoxification, he had already addressed Jade’s safety. But now, Lu Yao’s answer made him suspect Li Tai.

She stood still for a moment, suddenly stepped forward, snatched the teacup from his hand and tossed it onto the table, then wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head in his shoulder.

Because even the giant, with his massive body near the platform’s edge, once he lay down, most of his body escaped the influence of the array, while Shi Yinglu and Ji Yougu were instantly cornered by him, with no way out.

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After Housekeeper Huang left, Zhang San watched Lu Manman warily, but she ignored him entirely, leaving Zhang San feeling utterly humiliated.

Madam Zhou repeated Lu Manman’s words with embellishments, though she claimed it came from a servant—mostly true, but with a touch of falsehood.

Ye Luo did not accept, only smiling and responding to Xia Xiaofei with a philosophical refusal, yet without causing her embarrassment.

“This time, I get to play first!” The short man in black lit up, a sudden glint flashing in his somber eyes.

For those without a fear of heights, it was nothing, but for Ye Luo, it was like losing half his life.

Fang Sen, Xiao Hua, and Fang Zheng’s eyes brightened; Fang Tuo’s words indicated he recognized who they were.

Lidi finished eating first, still hungry, and looked pitifully at Xia Xiaofei and Tong Yiya’s food, drooling and hoping they might share a little.

First, he prepared the hotpot base—both spicy and clear broth—just as Shao Hengyuan had taught him, simmering them slowly in the pot. Next, he readied the side dishes; meat was essential, for Guan Shanxue loved it most.

Facing Fang Zheng, the master of the Fang family—the one who had sighed moments ago—was none other than Fang Sen.

“Hou Junji is a renowned general, but compared to this man, he still falls short!” Lei Wanchun shook his head, denying the comparison.

After a day and night of relentless travel, Chen Yan once again seized Chenliu in a flash, and Zhang Liao naturally succeeded in annihilating Xiahou Yuan’s deputy, Wang He.

In no time, dozens of men were subdued by this fellow, made perfectly obedient; his fist struck out toward the yellow-haired man.

Shopkeeper Zhu was an old comrade who had followed Yang Guozhong since his days as a hooligan, relying on Yang’s trust to command the staff with habitual arrogance. Now, suddenly enraged, though none of the clerks or guards understood the reason, they dared not ask and hurriedly scattered.

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