Chapter 105: A Reminder

“Have I… become ugly?” Xie Lin asked slowly.

Gu Zhuo shook his head and inquired, “Are you hungry? Shall I warm some porridge for you?” He had just woken up and couldn’t eat much, but porridge was always easy on the stomach.

“Is there… some already made?” Xie Lin’s speech started to flow more smoothly.

Gu Zhuo nodded. “I made some for my father this morning.”

Hearing this, Xie Lin immediately understood the situation. After a moment’s thought, he shook his head and said, “Forget it… let’s just talk.”

Intellect alone, even surpassing that of a lion, could not be decisive. When Master Xiu got angry, it was like he had drunk three jin of strong liquor—there was no time to think.

It is said that this place was the ancient center where Yu the Great controlled the floods, hence the name Yu Men Crossing. Li Bai once lamented: “The Yellow River rushes westward, splitting Kunlun, roaring across ten thousand miles to strike the Dragon Gate.” He was describing this very place.

Lin Yong moved swiftly, leaping down. His over three-meter tall frame immediately cleared a long earthen pit, advancing rapidly toward the source of the sound. The tiger’s roar grew fiercer, as if exploding right beside him despite being hundreds of meters away.

When a cultivator’s neck is twisted backward, their vital qi becomes chaotic. Though not instantly fatal, it leaves a huge vulnerability, enough to be killed many times over. Yet Qi Qi grinned with missing teeth, and his body twisted back as if he were a puppet, turning his torso while his head remained unmoved.

Mu Qingcheng, sitting in the driver’s seat, felt her body swell uncomfortably, as if something was desperate to break free. Beside her, Xia Jing seemed to slip into madness, tearing at her long hair with slender fingers and repeatedly banging her head against the car window.

Qi Lin had to remove his clothes. Fei Lian then told him to turn around. Last night, she had noticed that a man accompanying Big Gan resembled Qi Lin in build. Her axe must have left a wound last night; if it were Qi Lin, there would be an injury. Fei Lian dared not inform King Zhou of this matter.

Wei Yi’s father was gaunt, his face shriveled like a dried peach pit. His skin, possibly from years without sunlight, was an unhealthy pale. Yet glimpses of his features revealed that he had been quite handsome in his youth.

Tu Ying was also seriously injured by that punch. Struggling to support himself, he ultimately collapsed weakly to the ground, looking toward Yi Ming.

Under this sensation, although Lin Liang wished to turn his head to see what had happened, his body refused to obey, charging relentlessly forward. Helpless, he gritted his teeth and rushed straight toward the glowing gate, no longer caring about Yue Xian’er and the others behind him.

“You two stay here. The three of you come with me,” Feng Wuxiu said as Chen Chang’an left. Leaving two behind to guard the mountain path, he then set off toward Xue Shan’s courtyard.

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