Chapter 513: Chapter 507: Mom, He Slls So Good
The Night Luo Book quietly lay in her palm, turning pages on its own until it finally stopped on a certain page.
That chapter suddenly emitted a bright light, resembling a great sun rising from the sea, illuminating the ocean depths.
She finally saw clearly what the dragon corpse in front of her looked like.
It was a breathless Black Dragon, only its Dragon Horn shimred with pure silver-white.
The girl, with her large, naive eyes, watched with ethereal innocence that retained a trace of fading childishness.
She tilted her head quietly, watching the Dragon Slayer Girl who stood above the Dragon Head with a sword, then her lips curled into a slight smile.
She showed no fear of the dragon’s aura emanating from the corpse; like climbing a large rock, she clumsily climbed onto it.
She raised a finger, pointing towards Fang Geyu’s brow.
The lifeless crystalline girl’s brow suddenly ignited with light, a presence not of human origin slowly awakened.
It was the terrifying will of the Evil God.
Unafraid, the girl’s palm hastened to flip through the book pages again, finally stopping on the blank chapter at the end.
As the light at her fingertip intensified, the blank pages began to sketch the shadow of the True Ancestor Evil God.
At the sa ti, her body beca increasingly pale and transparent, as if she might disappear at any mont.
A great wind suddenly rose from the seabed.
The calm and silent seafloor added an aura so pure and clear that it seed as if the Holy Mountain had descended, purifying the mundane world.
Under that aura, the vast ocean was silenced with no trace of water left!
The vast area beca a waterless void, not a trace of moisture remained.
Even the heaviness of the girl’s clothing had been completely dried out.
A beautiful finger curved behind the girl’s head, and with a tutorial-like smack, chided her: “Foolish.”
The brilliance of the True Ancestor Evil God quickly retreated from Fang Geyu’s body, sinking into stillness, and the shadow of the Evil God sketched in the Night Luo Book was only half-ford.
The girl’s transparent, pale body instantly returned to solid form. She turned around and crashed into the arms of Cang Nanyi, her voice muffled and coquettish: “Mother~”
Cang Nanyi lightly raised her brow, picked up the little girl by the back of her neck like picking up a puppy, and looked at her with a half-smiling, half-serious gaze: “Little Jun Jun still rembers she has this mother.”
Little Mountain Lord sighed and said, “Mother, I’ve t soone recently.”
“And then?”
“His blood slled so good.”
“It does sll good,” Cang Nanyi touched her chin.
“He is very handso.”
“Is that so? I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing him yet.”
“When I’m by his side, I just want to sleep.”
At this, Cang Nanyi’s playful expression finally shifted slightly, her seductive eyes narrowing as she smiled: “So?”
Little Mountain Lord lifted her eyebrows, smiling, “So, I want to see him again.”
Cang Nanyi thought how pursuing love and romance to this extent is truly pitiful.
Escaping from ho, even the two maids could not catch this little fox; it looked like she even had wounds on her back—having eagerly followed, they couldn’t even retain a shadow of her, which was truly embarrassing.
She put down Little Mountain Lord, took her small hand, and acquiesced: “Then you should co ho early and wait, alright?”
Little Mountain Lord was impeccably behaved in front of her mother, as she hadn’t expected her departure from ho this ti to alarm her mother enough for her to personally co to retrieve her from the Bronze Gate, inevitably feeling sowhat guilty.
Cang Nanyi’s gaze shifted slightly, looking at Fang Geyu who was devoid of any signs of life, and she sighed lightly, showing a look of headache: “They’re all a bunch of naughty children.”
She lightly unfurled her robes, taking the sword-bearing girl from atop the Dragon Head into her sleeve.
The three of them returned to the Mortal World together.
The Xianling Inn within the Inner City was, at that mont, bustling with guests coming and going almost breaking the door of the inn due to the lively business.
The inn’s owner, a middle-aged man with a scholarly-styled mustache, leaned behind the counter, his slender fingers swiftly knocking on the abacus beads, his eyes narrowed in enjoynt.
The Xianling Inn was the largest and most prestigious inn in Xianling City, importantly located and fabricated high, and selected right outside the Kunlun Temple in the Great Yang Palace.
Here, from the private rooms on the second floor, one could clearly observe the Divine Path outside the Great Yang Palace.
Of course, the interest of those who went up to the second floor of the Xianling Inn wasn’t the Divine Path, but rather intensely in the Holy Stele that had killed Mr. ng by bumping into it.
For this morning, a heavenly phenonon had occurred; the Sky Cloud had fallen sharply, and the White Tiger Divine Beast had rode the clouds, its spittle entering the stele, indicating the appointnt of a new leader for Xianling City.
When the pearl transford the Holy Stele, once the auspicious clouds around the tall stele dissipated, a na would appear on the surface of the stele.
With the fresh phenonon, everyone beca extrely excited, gathering within the inn in the Inner City, drinking tea while awaiting to observe.
Their excitent was coupled with great confusion.
Not to speak of the three-month period for Xianling City having not yet arrived, even the grand examination decreed by the Empress had not officially started; there had been neither the literary nor the martial exams.
ùHow then could this position of City Lord be so unclearly decided.
Luo Qingjian, the young master from Green Blood Manor in Daze of the Western River, was a fair-skinned young man.
He lay back leisurely in a Taishi Chair, tapping his fingers on the table, upon which imdiately a beautiful maid served him full tea.
He glanced at the heavily clouded Changling Sacred Stele, and lowered his head to blow away the tea foam: “Strange things happen every year, but this year especially so. You tell how the position of City Lord can be decided when the invitations for the trial of those esteed scholars haven’t even been delivered to the Great Yang Palace yet.”
The maid serving tea smiled and said, “Young master, who do you think it will be?”
Luo Qingjian counted on his fingers, calculating: “Sky Cloud’s fad long-bright marquis, Beiqing Tingjun Tai Sui, Central Netherworld Crown Prince Ying Xiu, Wandao Immortal Alliance’s Daoist, plus myself, all are outstanding figures. Taixuan Su Jing and Cangwu Yin Baishuang are disinterested in the City Lord’s position, so naturally, it would be one of us five.”
His tone was modest yet proud.
For he placed the Central Netherworld Crown Prince, who was on par with Su Jing and Yin Baishuang, on the sa level as himself. Though his tone didn’t show it, his slight disdain for the supre Central Netherworld Dynasty was evident.
The maid’s lips curled into a smile, “In this world, aside from those two ladies, I’m afraid, young master, only you dare compare yourself with the Crown Prince.”
Luo Qingjian drained his tea in one gulp; he chuckled and looked towards the carved railing opposite him, where the forces of Central Netherworld were resting: “A gentleman does not stand under a collapsing wall. With the grand opening of Ghost Mountain, the rightful ruler will naturally sit and watch from the sidelines. Although I, the young master, do not know what happened inside the Bronze Gate, just watching the Crown Prince losing his bearing tells he got a face full of dust there, why bother at all~”
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