Chapter 115: Battling the Mountain Demon

Roar! Roar!

Above the dense canopy, dozens of mandrills leaped through the trees like flying shadows, letting out low, guttural roars from time to time. They were powerfully built, with exceptionally thick arms, and from their vantage point, they hurled wooden spears down at Fang Xiao with great force and lethal precision. Though these spears were crude, the tips had been sharpened into points—each one capable of piercing flesh and leaving a gaping wound. Fang Xiao parried three consecutive volleys of these spears.

Gu Ke nodded. Zi Dong had come here for the sake of his life, after all; surely he hadn’t come just to gain battlefield experience—a claim even he wouldn't believe. He waited until she was sleeping soundly before quietly stopping his work and walking softly to Yun Su’s side. In the end, Li Changsheng won the beauty’s heart, and it was Li Changsheng’s mother and grandmother who were the most overjoyed.

"Then... how does he compare to the gentleman at that table?" Ye Jiaojiao directed Liu Jie’s gaze toward Zhou Zhi, who was sitting next to Shen Qingle.

Tang Li hurried to look up at the newcomer, only to meet a gaze filled with tenderness and affection. Those eyes, brimming with infinite care, instantly calmed her, and the resentment and anger that had just been building in her heart vanished like smoke.

Not to mention Yun Su; she had published so many things, all of which were now gathering dust in cardboard boxes, and she had no fame to speak of.

He walked up to the door of an inn, knocked, and finding no response, pushed the door open to enter.

Shen Yanzhi was unsure if the man before him could still be saved. His face was deathly pale and his breath was shallow; it was uncertain if he could pull through. Even so, she was a ghost. How could a human and a ghost ever be together when their union was against the natural order?

"It seems to be something to eat." At the mention of food, even Lin Jing felt a flicker of interest, as everything Tang Xiaoxiao made was simply too delicious.

Setting aside whether it was appropriate for Shangguan Jingshi to say such things to a twelve-year-old version of herself, they were two people who had missed each other in a past life. Having been blessed by the heavens to reunite in this one, they should be happy, not acting as if they were facing a life-and-death parting. Thus, she decisively changed the subject to tease Shangguan Jingshi.

It was well known that the Lu family was very fond of Xia Feifei; for his part, he even liked her more than he liked his own son, Lu Yilin.

Jiang Xueqi looked down at the magazine in her hands without even raising her head, her expression indifferent. Song Shikai, however, appeared quite happy; it had been a long time since the house had been this lively.

The ancient temple was built of unknown stone, perhaps grey-black from the passage of time, giving the entire structure a weathered and archaic air. Towering trees had claimed the stone walls, their roots intertwined and coiled together.

The surging Khotan army struck the shield wall of the Trapping Battalion as ruthlessly as a raging flood. Though the flood was mighty and tempestuous, the shield wall stood firm as a dam, immovable and unyielding like a wall of steel and iron against the violent impact.

After Ning Yue left, Lin Jing specifically added a few ingredients to the water and walked over to the mirror to adjust her makeup.

Browsing the information in his mind, Han Yi’s mouth couldn't help but twitch. He had assumed the source substitution would be a guaranteed success; he hadn't expected such an unforeseen complication.

Guo Sihua glanced at Xiao Peng, who gave him a slight smile to signal that he should rest easy. Hardening his resolve, Guo Sihua said, "Very well, I shall take my leave then." With that, he and Fang Jie drove off.

Bai Ye had never expected Ye Hanxiao to ignore the rules of engagement so completely; he was left instantly speechless.

"If I don't drive the car, should I just leave it there to look at? I gave one to my mother; she drives it to the vegetable market every day, even flashier than I am," Xiao Peng replied.

Or perhaps it was because the man before her was too perfect—so perfect he didn't seem real—that Qi Ping'an felt she couldn't see him clearly.