Chapter 58: The Man Called Zhanpeng

Chi Zhanpeng was tall and lean, wearing gold-rimmed glasses that gave him a scholarly air.

When Fu Yuan met him, he was playing the guqin.

Not knowing what melody he was playing, she listened to the lingering notes, which inexplicably reminded her of the dream from last night. The two sets of sounds seemed somewhat similar.

The tone was deep and the echoes were distant, well-arranged and reflecting one another, crisp and bright like pearls falling onto a jade plate. At times it felt like a gentle breeze brushing against the face, or white clouds swirling around, making one feel as if they were standing high above the clouds.

Wang Sheng, who had remained silent for quite a while, finally spoke at this moment with an indifferent expression, saying slowly.

With so many monsters right before her eyes, to the Venomous Spider Mother, they were all nothing more than experience points for leveling up, filling her heart with immense joy.

"However, apart from being a Weaver, I am also a Sword Sharpener. Don't you think I can boost your attack damage?" Luo Si laughed, his compound eyes gleaming with a metallic luster.

Han Dong clearly saw the flying sword's attributes, and a look of disappointment instantly appeared on his face. He relaxed his grip, and the flying sword that he had been holding immediately regained its freedom, soaring back up into the air.

Mother Cheng had not yet reacted, assuming that the Tong family felt guilty because of Cheng Li's injury in Tibet last time, and had come specifically to thank Cheng Li.

From now on, the entire Snow Mountain Fog belonged to him and him alone; this entire area was his territory.

Especially the middle-aged man—every time Jiang Jiang kissed Lu Fei, he felt as if he had been stabbed by a knife.

"With weather this cold, remember to boil a bowl of ginger soup and make the child drink it when you get home, otherwise getting sick will cost a lot of money." Master Yang wasn't wealthy either, so Cheng Zhengde gave this advice.

A dark seed was buried inside their heads; with just a single thought from Ian, their brains would be corroded away.

Sure enough, as soon as Li Xiu hatched this scheme, Huoxin's face twisted hideously, fire spewing from his eyes as he wished he could hack Li Xiu into a thousand pieces.

Su Jingheng relaxed his fingertips, and the arrow left the bowstring like a streak of lightning, shooting straight toward the seal. With a crisp snap, the arrow carried the seal directly into a giant boulder behind the high platform. Under the double impact, it shattered into pieces.

"Shut your mouth. If it weren't for young hero Shangguan today, we might all have died here." Ding Wanqing glared at the eldest of the Ding family, saying with a trace of displeasure.

Li Desheng blocked whatever Shopkeeper Hua was about to say with a single sentence. The previous eight dishes had been traded for shares in the inn; if the cold skin noodles were to be served, how much money would that require?

Seeing Xing Yu lower his head in silence and wear a contemplative look, she stopped talking and just watched him like that, assuming that Xing Yu had begun to reflect on himself—after all, whenever Xing Yu made a mistake in the past, he would always find a way to make amends.

In his eyes, the older brothers and sisters of the Ziqing Qingyin guild treated him very well, took good care of him, and made it feel just like a home.

Shortly before Qin Yifeng's appearance, he had already taken off his mask, and that scar fell into Qiao Anxin's sight once again.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I just happened to have my shift swapped today," the man named Qin Mo said with a hearty laugh, his gaze inadvertently falling upon Mr. X and Xingxuan.

As he spoke, he swept a sideways glance at her, only to see Qiao Anxin wearing a calm expression, still asking no more questions, leaving him no choice but to swallow his words back down.

Since Shangguan Feixue was present, Song Yu and the others felt completely at ease. They immediately prepared horses for Shangguan Feixue and her companions, arranging for them to head to the Lan family stronghold. Everything prepared, Shangguan Feixue led the group and galloped off into the distance, leaving dust trailing behind.

Meng Jingheng slowly approached, his tall figure bringing a strong sense of oppression. Those eyes remained as pure and clear as they had in the past, yet carried a hint of profound, pool-like darkness.

Yan Liang also felt that he had digged a bit too far. He sighed, said nothing more, and simply stared blankly into the distance.

However, there were still quite a few immortals mingling among them who failed to meet the requirements, yet compared to those truly awe-inspiring immortals, they paled significantly and simply could not compare.