Chapter 58: Ye Mengxue’s Sea of Consciousness

Seeing that his elder sister hadn't grasped his intentions, Ye Cheng had no choice but to use a minor sleep-inducing technique, causing her to slump weakly in her chair. It was a measure of necessity; after all, as long as his sister remained conscious, there was no way she would let him explore her sea of consciousness. Only when Ye Mengxue's eyelids finally drooped shut did Ye Cheng feel at ease, carefully carrying her to her room.

"Chen Hua, keep an eye on the outside for me..."

Normally, advancing from the sixth to the seventh stage of Qi Refinement was exceedingly difficult—it could take two or three years, or at least half a year at the shortest.

Du Gujian's subordinate, Black Wuchang, set out to subdue the Feathered Snow Immortal Sect. Black Wuchang, with his unpredictable and mysterious strength, decisively defeated Huangfu Duzun in single combat. Alone, he shattered the Feathered Snow Immortal Sect, capturing the majority, with only a handful escaping.

In terms of noble rank, Liu Yan currently held none, while his nephew had already been granted the title of Duke.

These energy forms emitted an enigmatic aura, yet gave off an inexplicably soothing sensation, stirring the curiosity of all four present.

Right or wrong, once the profit was secured, she promptly withdrew, cleaned her hands of the matter, and, riding her Star Hairpin, sped away at full throttle. Taking advantage of the beast blood's lingering potency, she raced to the edge of the barrier, sliced open the void, and slipped away.

Though her disguise was nearly flawless, anyone who looked closely could spot the flaws—this much Bai Li was well aware.

The Xuanpin Pearl gleamed brilliantly, as if a mighty hand of the five elements reached into the formation and crushed the heart of its light barrier. Thereafter, Ye Haochuan could command the formation at will.

"Not good!" His smile unsettled her, and sure enough, she immediately sensed a powerful force forming a sphere of energy that enveloped her within.

Coco's heart raced uncontrollably; her face flushed bright with embarrassment, feeling as though it were on fire.

Within the spirit beast's divine consciousness space, as its final wisp of awareness perished together with the red variant energy, the space itself began to collapse, its membrane fading into nothingness. From that moment, the spirit beast was no longer a spirit beast, regressing into an ordinary wild animal.

Ming Chenglong, the great general who protected the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, awoke from his own dreams, only then remembering that he was now at home in Heavenly Spirit City.

Gu Qisen agreed readily, but his hand, resting on her chest, remained unmoved, with no intention of withdrawing.

Time slipped by with alarming speed, yet as she waited for his arrival, Shen Qingqing was wracked by unspeakable anxiety and torment.

He lifted her up and set her on the table, then opened the food box and placed the dishes before her.

Though her words were imperious and overbearing, from her lips, even the softest tone seemed like the most melodious tune, instantly softening Dongfang Jue's heart.

"It's nothing serious; I've already checked," Zhou Zimo replied, raising his arm to avoid her touch.

After arranging for the driver to send the mother and her two children home, Ji Xiaohan hurried off to the company to handle official business.

He thought to himself: Mu'er has always kept her word. If she said she’d wait here, she’ll be here. Yet, after searching the entire forest, I still haven’t found her.

"Sister, do you see? This style of clothing is perfectly fine here. You’ll get used to it," Long Pianpian said.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!" I played the opening phrase of a melody.

The scar-faced man didn't dwell on it; his stomach protested once again, so he strode over to the sofa.

Could it be that Yang Liping, having failed with one scheme, was trying another? Was he attempting to lure Qianqian away again? What ten days or half a month? Did he mean to spirit her away elsewhere in that time? Perhaps not to Songjiang this time, but on another trip? Did he plan to take her somewhere else?

Lou Zhiying frowned slightly, well aware that Guan Feng’s martial skill was superb, on par with the heads of the Seven Great Sects, and likely stronger than Awu. With Lu Xuan protected by his side, Lou dared not act rashly for fear of disastrous consequences. With this in mind, he steadied himself and followed Xin Qiji to the banquet.