Chapter Sixty-Eight: Is There Anyone Who Wants to Stay With Me?

Ever since she entered through the grand gates, Yuan Xiangdie had been tense every moment, rarely leaving Jin Yuan’s side. Wherever Jin Yuan went, Yuan Xiangdie followed closely. This sight filled their parents with joy, and even Jin Yuan himself was especially fond of the little shadow trailing behind him.

But Xiao Wei was not so pleased. The moment he saw Yuan Xiangdie appear at his doorstep, excitement bubbled up in his young heart—he hurried forward, eager to speak to her warmly. Yet, before he could say a word, Yuan Xiangdie remained steadfast by that annoying father’s side.

Xiao Wei had never felt any particular fondness for his father—children were like that, after all… His real home had always been in that world brimming with the warmth and bustle of everyday life, not in this desolate, wounded expanse of ancient wilderness.

If Elder Bitter Sword had possessed the ability, he would never have ended up trapped in a dead end, much less sacrificed himself in the depths of the Wild Domain.

Once it enters your body, you’ll experience unbearable itching, as though tens of thousands of ants were biting you from within; your body will instinctively try everything to relieve the sensation.

Indeed, the consumption required for the Supreme True Word Technique was terrifying—after all, it drew on power from the Upper Realm. Even Li Sandou, who had not yet reached the level of the ancient immortal envoys, could only manage to cast the True Word Technique twice; after that, his spiritual energy and mental strength would be nearly exhausted.

Xiao Chen was not one to invite trouble, busily tending to his own affairs, traversing the cultivation world in search of opportunities wherever he could find them.

Upon this thought, she was filled with conflict. If Su Mu truly entered the Beast Garden, only one between him and the old monster could survive.

At this point, the spirit of the artifact felt there was no need to explain further. After all, everyone here was an adult—some things, a person only had to imagine to understand.

Others played at romance; their love was unique, impossible for anyone else to imitate.

“Drag it out!” Xiao Chen muttered to himself. Yet, charging in headlong was not wise either; if the assassin caught wind, wouldn’t he simply vanish before they could act?

Sure enough, with the help of the Yin-Yang Eyes, he spotted something amiss. In the deepest part of the snowy ravine, faint lights seemed to shimmer. But upon closer inspection, even the Yin-Yang Eyes could not penetrate further. Helpless, he withdrew his sight and returned to the center of the snowy peak.

Yin Xin was especially lively today, making Yu Feng a little envious. He himself was of a more steady temperament—perhaps he ought to learn from Yin Xin’s example.

Gu Yikang took her down to the café. Tong Guai Guai ordered herself a milk tea and a scoop of ice cream—a reward for her hard-working brain.

“What are you doing?” Tu Baobao stopped and looked at Nan Gong Yuhan, whose hand was tightly clasped in hers. She rolled her eyes in exasperation.

But lifting the petrification spell required a tremendous amount of magic power. As a result, Duanmu Minghuo could only dispel the curse from half the people that day; the other half would have to wait until tomorrow. Fortunately, there was still time—tomorrow would be the last day.

“No will to live? Impossible!” Zhongli Chen was shocked by Imperial Physician Wang’s words. How could there be no will to live? Su Jin, do you really want to die?

“Young master, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Xia Xing apologized to Xiao Yichen again and again.

“You’ve done very well, but it’s not enough,” Zhang Jiaming motioned for the others to gather around the map on the table.

Tu Baobao shot Nan Gong Yuhan a fierce glare. Aside from her dagger eyes, she was out of ideas for now.

The banquet lasted late into the night. Once everything was tidied up, everyone returned home. Yu Feng’s family and Bai Ya went back to their house and sat in the courtyard, continuing their idle chatter.

Mo Qianxia’s movement snapped Xiao Yichen out of his reverie. He turned to look at her, and Mo Qianxia smiled at him gently.

“Are you really so concerned with my private affairs?” Shangguan Honglie asked with a sideways glance, his tone carrying more than a hint of impatience.

Thus, Tangtang’s clear, melodious singing rang out from the kitchen, and Lin Qirong busied himself while humming along.

It had been a long time since Chenfeng had met someone like this—innocent, completely without guile. She wasn’t even sure how to describe it.