Chapter 84: Loving You, Deeply

Walking through the courtyard with its artificial hills and flowing water, one comes to the Peony Hall. Pushing open the door reveals a room steeped in ancient elegance, surrounded by intricately carved windows through which one can see bamboo swaying outside, imparting a profound sense of serenity.

Antique-style artworks are arranged around the room, and in the right front stands a guzheng. On the desk by the window, a censer releases wisps of blue smoke into the air. At the round dining table in the center, a beauty dressed in a pink qipao embroidered with peonies sits gracefully, her thighs elegantly crossed beneath the slitted skirt.

The next morning, Lei arrived early at the indoor comprehensive training center. The previous night, Wang Peng had informed him that all team members assigned to the mission would be gathering here at seven, so Lei made sure to come ahead of time.

“You dare draw your gun in front of me? Beat him! Make sure he can’t even take care of himself afterwards,” Lei said, blowing away the smoke from his pistol’s barrel.

The Twisted Taoist, a remnant of the Heavenly Way, remained expressionless, as though his defeat by Bai Qi meant nothing to him.

Completely unaware, Qu Sen and Shen Jin ran along the riverbank, gradually turning their backs to the other side. Shen Jin, slightly ahead, stepped on a loose rock and stumbled forward.

“You can try being even fiercer!” Yun Weiyang swiftly drew a gleaming dagger and gestured threateningly at Li Ye.

She swung her sword numbly, fully aware she would not live much longer. After such a long journey, her spiritual power was nearly depleted.

The immortals were thrown into panic—first, the golden light shattered the sky and drained their essence, then the spiritual energy of the entire Immortal Realm vanished. Now, as the heavens and earth crumbled and the ground shook, a boundless terror swept over the Immortal Realm, as if its destruction was imminent.

Ji Hen fell silent. He truly could not understand why, despite the prince being far stronger than him, he was even more deeply trapped in the nightmare.

Xiao Lan flushed with embarrassment at these words, wishing she could strangle the man who had uttered them. How could anyone say such things?

Jun Buqi narrowed his eyes slightly, glancing out the window at the sky. By now, they should have succeeded, shouldn’t they?

As the voice of the Knight King fell, a violent gale erupted in layers, swirling around the Sword of the Oath of Victory as if it were tangible. Then the Knight King thrust toward the oncoming Water Dragon.

“…It’s that young master…” Liu Dao Lingxia immediately thought. Other than him, who else could it be?

“Then I’ll split it with you,” the fat woman on the right suggested, proposing a notion called the Transformed Soul’s Wild Adventure.

The gap in strength was simply overwhelming. One look was enough to utterly crush any remaining fighting spirit.

“Alright, I’ll be off then.” Wang Baoqiang didn’t hesitate, grabbing Tang Yixi and leaving. Barely three minutes after they left, Chen Chichi ran into Wu Li in the west wing.

Once inside, Thor and White Lily began tidying up and preparing a sumptuous dinner. Lin Mo lounged on the couch like a salted fish, watching cartoons on TV, while Kanna sat by his side, utterly absorbed.

However, Wu Li’s method for making black-bone chicken rice was different from ordinary chefs—he steamed it.

“I’ve already apologized, and my name is not ‘that guy’,” Mei Yuanhua frowned slightly. She was certain she was incompatible with this show-off—the other party was simply too spoiled and arrogant.

Though not yet at the Celestial Immortal level, as a unique being born of heaven and earth, possessing a trace of phoenix blood, she could fight across realms—a formidable force.

“Chief, everyone else has gone to chop wood, so what are we doing?” At this moment, Zhao Liying blinked her beautiful eyes. Having seen that knife before, she was no longer so shocked by it.

The night passed without incident. At dawn, Grandfather rose early and, without even washing his face, rushed over to Whip’s house. Whip was not home; his godmother was sitting on the kang, making a paper figure. She said Whip had left after midnight. Seeing Grandfather arrive, she invited him to sit and wait, promising she would finish soon.