Chapter 62: Purple Qi Arrives from the East, Lords Look West
se miners were curious why he would go into the mine himself, but they didn't dare to ask.>After years of mining, the mine shafts have become a complex network, having almost hollowed out the mountain...What caught Zhu Wei's eye was the fifth style of the Zique Donglai Sword Technique, Zique Donglai!
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Purple Qi surged, the sword slashed like a rainbow.
Jiang Wang, along with his sword, strode westward from east to west. In a most resolute posture, he crashed into Xiong Wen's chest from behind.
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Then, abandoning his sword, he flipped backward and leaped aside to avoid Xiong Wen's potential final counter-attack.
But the bear, exhausted from using up all its oil and running out of fuel, had no strength left.
His terrible, hideous body fell helplessly and abruptly.
...fell to the ground, dissolving into the shadows.
>Just his wide-open eyes, still interpreting his disbelief.
He couldn't believe it, he was dead just like that!
He also couldn't understand at all how that despicable, weak little thief hadn't seized the opportunity to run far away.
...but has always been hiding here, such silence, such forbearance, such quietness.
And at this moment, he struck a fatal blow.
This was so sudden, so unexpected, yet so brilliant, so perfectly timed a strike!
To everyone's astonishment, Jiang Wang slowly stood up.
Jiang Wang had been gambling all night. He bet that Zhu Wei could track down Xiong Wen, who was running around like a headless chicken, because if she could find him, she would be able to catch them eventually, no matter how well they covered their tracks. It was just a matter of time.
He was even more reckless, he hadn't been able to go back in time, Ling He and Zhao Rucheng would definitely find a way to find him. As the champion of the Three Cities Discourse for first-year students, the Daoist Academy would never ignore his disappearance. This would give Zhu Wei an excellent clue, without him having to do anything.
So he actually took the initiative to help Xiong cover his tracks, in order to earn a short-lived trust.
In fact, all he had to do was stall Xiong Wen.
That's why I specially took Xiongwen on a detour, that's why I stealthily snuck into the Fang family, and that's why I climbed into the Fang family ancestral hall, thus provoking the power of the Fang family's shrine keepers.
But that's not all there is to it.
This bear is ferocious, powerful, and reckless. It wouldn't hesitate to launch a counterattack.
I hope Wei can hold on, but he can't.
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He could either hide himself far away, never showing his face again until the bear died. But how could Jiang An'an hide
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So he has to die tonight.
He absolutely cannot let Xiong Wen escape.
He had spent the whole day hanging by a thread. Now, he was ending the life of the person who had brought him to this desperate state with his own hands.
This extreme and intense psychological feeling caused his Dao Yuan within the Heavenly Palace to churn incessantly.
That little vein of earth spirit, as thin as a worm, writhed and pulsed incessantly.
But Jiang Wang only turned and walked outside.
"Wait a moment." That was my voice, Zhu Wei.
Jiang Wang turned his head and saw Zhu Wei staring in the direction of the bear's corpse, raising his chin: "Your spoils."
A powerful warrior like that wouldn't lack valuable treasures. What I mean, Wei, is let him take whatever he wants.
But Jiang Wang didn't dare to be greedy, surviving was already a blessing. He knew very well who the protagonist of tonight was. It could be said that without Zhu Wei, Xiong Wen could have calmly killed him and retreated.
Even if he hadn't struck that sword, Xiong Wen might not have been able to escape anyway.
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He simply severed that miniscule possibility, never believing that killing Xiong Wen was his own doing.
So he just smiled wearily: "All the credit goes to my senior brother, I dare not take any."
Saying that, he turned back no more and walked into the night.
"I'll have you send the body to the Taoist temple in one piece," said Zhu Wei, smiling only at the silent Fang family watching from the side.
Having said that, he reversed the spear, carried it on his shoulder, and just walked away.
There was no concern whatsoever that the Fang family would pilfer anything from Xiong's person.
He saw very clearly. If the Fang family had that courage, they wouldn't have only killed one elderly person who guarded the ancestral hall just now.
It wasn't until he walked a long distance away that Jiang Wang heard the sudden cries from his family's land behind him.
The old man guarding the ancestral hall was the only eighth-rank Zhoutian realm cultivator in the Fang family. He was both one of the few remaining elders from the previous generation of the Fang family and a pillar of support for the entire family.
Although there had been long-standing animosity between him and the Fang family, Jiang Wangxin felt guilty towards this old man, to be honest.
But he couldn't help it either. The world was so cruel, he could only struggle to survive.
There's one more thing he didn't just reveal.
As he killed Xiong Wen from behind, something flew out of Xiong Wen's body and hit him.
At first, he thought it was a dying counterattack from the bear, but later he realized it wasn't.
Because he, on the contrary, had a kind of transparent and comfortable feeling. A white phantom flashed in his eyes, as if something was untied.
At that time, the thing appeared in the Palace of Heavenly Ascension.
It was a short, black candle. Unlit.
The earth spirit was circling it.
Jiang Wang didn't have time to experience more. Because he saw Zhao Ru-cheng carrying a lantern, guarding at the intersection ahead, waiting for him.
Zhao Rucheng did not ask Jiang Wang what happened to him tonight, and Jiang Wang did not ask Zhao Rucheng about his efforts tonight.
They were talking about, more important things.
Where is AnAn
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"The boss is taking care of things! Children are easy to coax. I told her you went to Fenxi Town to buy her candied fruit, and she believed it."
Jiang Wang's face turned bitter: "Where can I find a sugar person right now"
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"Hahaha." Zhao Rucheng laughed proudly, pulling out five lifelike candied figures and waving them in front of Jiang Wang. "I really had someone go to Fengxi Town to buy them!"
Three aromas in the incense building.
Miaoyu was just talking with the man wearing a white skull mask, when suddenly her face changed.
"What's wrong"
Miaoyu murmured, "The white bone seeds I planted have disappeared."
The Skeleton-Masked man bore his hands behind him: "The white bone seeds you planted When To whom"
Miaoyu regained her composure and glanced at him, a half-smile playing on her lips: "Mind your own business. I don't need your interference."
The White Bone Mask Man did not argue, and thus merged into the ground.
After the man had left, Miaoyu regained her thoughtful expression: "Could it be..."
She suddenly stood up and then sat down again.
“No, I can't be sure yet. I have to be careful, more careful...”
Fei Ma Xiang Jiang Family.
From the bright morning light, until the sun sets in the west, and then to the cool evening air.
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Jiang An'an's expression grew increasingly listless.
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Ling He was by her side, trying his best to comfort her, but he had no talent for comforting people, and besides, his mind was elsewhere, so his efforts were completely useless.
Jiang An'an wasn't exactly dislike Ling He, this older brother. But to be honest, Brother Ling wasn't as interesting as Brother Ru Cheng.
As for Brother Du Yexi... he's too fierce-looking!
Of course, all those older brothers are good, but all of them together aren't as good as one's own younger brother.
She isn't very happy.
In the words of Mr., it is roughly, "Anxiety comes from within and cannot be severed."
Jiang An'an drooped her head dejectedly.
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> When sorrow strikes, only sugar can soothe it.
A lively candy man appeared before her eyes, then another, and another, and another, and another.
Five candied figures lined up.
Behind the sugar person's back, was Jiang Wang's face filled with smiles.
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"Ginger An An! Happy birthday! From today on, you are five years old!"ed ahead!It was dusk. One hour remained before the third night of the life-and-death chess match between the Qing Huo department.>As if snowflakes were falling, a crystal-clear arrow shot through the...