Chapter 87: Finding the Clue

“You heard what the doctor said just now. His long-term state is the greatest hidden danger,” Cheng Fei looked seriously at Fang Wenxuan as he spoke.

Fang Wenxuan nodded, then stepped into Qi Zhihai’s hospital room. At the moment, Qi Zhihai lay on the bed with his head wrapped in white gauze, deep in a slumber.

Pulling up a chair, Fang Wenxuan sat beside the bed and began to speak slowly, “Qi Zhihai, I know you. You can hear what’s being said to you from outside, you just don’t want to think about it or respond. But can you really keep avoiding this? Don’t you truly want to know who was behind the death of your wife and child?”

After saying this, Fang Wenxuan fell silent, watching Qi Zhihai’s expression closely as he lay on the bed.

Zhao Qing’s face remained tense and unpleasant, his eyes fixed intently on Xu Chu, hoping to catch a change of heart in Xu Chu’s expression. But Zhao Qing was destined for disappointment; from beginning to end, Xu Chu showed no sign of wavering, his resolve clearly unshakable.

At the entrance of a mountain valley, the four who had once led the charge to assault the Ghost Nation’s city stood waiting on the rocks for Xingye Bing and the others.

After a few more days of cultivation, he left the Great Mountain Range and began to travel and inspect the lands across the Primitive Continent.

The General Yan that Zhang Yi spoke of was, of course, the famed Yan Yan from the Yizhou army! In the previous battle at Fushui, Yan Yan first fought Chen Diao, then Le Jin, and was ultimately injured by Le Jin, nearly losing his life to the latter’s spear. Later, when Le Jin was captured, Yan Yan managed to save his own life, but his wounds were grave, and he had been recovering within the city ever since.

He felt a bit embarrassed himself—truly an oddity in the world of cultivation, claiming his Nascent Soul was throwing a tantrum. Thankfully, he was speaking only to three immortal cranes. If other humans learned of this, the shame would be unimaginable.

Su Wang seemed unsurprised that Xuemou could evade his punches, as if he had anticipated it all along. Without any trace of shock on his face, Su Wang’s Ren Water Azure Shadow Sword suddenly flared with dazzling light. In the instant Xuemou’s figure appeared, Su Wang raised his hand and swung the sword, its tip aimed straight at Xuemou.

Chen Hong stared at Su Ling in utter astonishment. It had been many years since anyone had dared to speak to him like this; he hadn’t expected to encounter it today.

Such cold-hearted methods inspired even greater awe in the onlookers, who instinctively stepped back.

“Good! We stick to the plan! Tomorrow, once you’re ready, the moment our cannons fire, you charge into the city!” Xu Chengming ordered.

He did this for two reasons: first, to win a slim chance for the Primitive Continent’s survival; second, to lay the foundation for the Sacred Sect’s next five centuries of development.

The Red Mansion truly lived up to its reputation as the top entertainment venue. Upon entering, a vibrant red carpet led guests toward the grand lobby’s service counter. On both sides, luxurious furnishings offered a place for visitors to relax. Inside, tea and beverages were plentiful and completely free of charge.

Wolf Ghost asked in confusion—after all, their Green Wolf Gang boasted more than a dozen bronze-ranked experts, notorious throughout Huang City’s underworld. Who would dare cross them?

She stuck out her tongue mischievously in secret. Master Zeng’s gaze was as sharp as ever. It wasn’t her fault—she’d been busy lately, hardly showing up at all.

Outsiders only knew of their powerful bloodline, never realizing that every rebirth was a deadly trial for them.

The giant bear, standing over two meters tall, charged like a tank. Two demon wolves leaping at it let out a shrill cry, sent flying at once. They tumbled across the ground before struggling up, limping.

Hou Liang immediately recorded the conversation and told Liu Wei to go ahead. He was only leaving evidence in case he needed to find Tie Yingnan later; it had little to do with Liu Wei.

It was only now, with Xu Rulong’s sudden rise in strength, that Liu Chuxia began to sense something was off. Yet years of friendship had become their greatest obstacle in fighting each other, leaving Liu Chuxia unable to fully enjoy the contest. Now, with Wu Shan suddenly appearing, Liu Chuxia’s blood was already boiling with excitement—there was no way she would refuse.

Vermilion Bird was one of the world’s most popular totem warriors. With her status and discernment, no one would ever question her.