Chapter 47: Good and Evil

Shen Wan curved her lips into a smile and continued, "Lord Lu, how many good nights of sleep have you had these past years? When you look at Lu Susu, do you ever think of her mother, whom she never had the chance to meet? In fact, you have known all along. So, how are you any different from the murderer?"

"This is my family affair."

A gloomy expression crossed Lu Chenzhou's face. He recalled the last words Wen Yingwan spoke as she died in his arms all those years ago. For the past five years, not a single day had passed without him living in self-reproach, which was why he was unwilling to linger in the Lu residence. Sometimes, after finishing his duties—

Rosen was unimpressed, believing that such simple tactics must be known to some, even if Hager was unaware of them.

Nangong Wan'er also expressed her gratitude. Through the series of reactions just displayed by the Supreme Elder of the Azure Dragon Clan, she completely confirmed the suspicion in her heart.

After the four imperial princes departed, Long Qingchen's expression returned to its usual calm, only to find Long Jinyi, Long Kongkong, and Xiao Yiyi all gazing at him with peculiar expressions.

Looking back, he saw the old man who tended to the Spirit-Washing Pond standing behind him at some unknown time.

"Courting death." Qi Xuanyi directly shattered his shoulder. A fierce glint flashed in the black-clad man's eyes, though the light within them grew increasingly dim as dark blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, having taken poison to end his own life.

Qin An'an had originally expected that the man would simply turn and walk away upon hearing that she had served time in prison, but unexpectedly, not only did the man not leave, a bizarre and unfathomable smile crept across his handsome face.

"Fifth Elder, save me!!" The elder whom Chu Han had injured—none other than the Seventh Elder—cried out frantically toward the speaker.

Long Jinxuan'er abruptly let go of her hand and stepped back. Though her delicate hand trembled slightly, a smile still graced her face.

Qin An'an blurted out the words almost instinctively. Despite forcing herself to remain calm, her voice still sounded faintly unsteady.

Tang Feng moved like an agile eel, circling around Che Chao and occasionally lunging forward with his sword to strike him. In just this short span of time, not only had Che Chao failed to lay a hand on Tang Feng even once, but several new wounds had also appeared on his own body.

The massive stone club carried immense force, directly sending the griffin flying with a heavy blow. Landing squarely on the griffin's back, the power of the club shattered the bones in both of its wings.

"Big sister, the moon has come out." Walking along, Qiancao raised her head to gaze up at the moon. The moon never changed its shape, yet the light it emitted was so similar to that of the real world; sometimes, she truly wished she could just sit here and watch it forever.

"Brother, think about where you were ambushed last night. If we keep walking, we'll have crossed our boundaries!" Dachang Tong, who was walking in the lead, suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned back to ask me.

"Let's go, let's go, there's nothing to see here." The police officer shoved Zongshilang forward, but was pushed away in return by Nikaido.

Once or twice could be explained away as a lucky coincidence, but if it remained true generation after generation for thousands of years, there could only be one explanation: in the vast expanse of the West Sea, at least in the waters surrounding Cloud Island and along the route toward the Southern Heavenly Realm, there was not a single demonic beast to be found.

Yang Jian rejoiced that he had made a breakthrough. Reaching the Heaven-Peeping Realm meant he had finally squeezed into the ranks of experts. However, Yang Jian was currently suffering from severe depletion across the board—a dual exhaustion of mental and physical strength, compounded by fractured bones—leaving him utterly unable to feel any of the power a true expert should possess.

For those disciples who had entered the Inner Sect less than twenty years ago, today was an unprecedented grand event. For the other disciples, it was likewise a joyous occasion.

These monsters were mutated from spiritual beasts that had perished in this place, corroded by the lingering aura of death here to become walking corpses, utterly devoid of fear of death. Once targeted by them, it would be quite troublesome.

Before Chen Feng, a law enforcer looked at him in shock, only to discover that his body was completely beyond his control. Coils of divine dragon true qi were winding around him, twisting and manipulating the enforcer's physical form.

The three Golden Core cultivators did not chime in, but their steadfastly planted stances without the slightest movement clearly conveyed their attitude.