112 Divination by Oracle Bones

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The climb was arduous, and this was only the beginning. If they continued, the path ahead would become even steeper and more slippery, making it all the more difficult.

Seeing He Dongwu publicly incapacitated by Fang Quan, Fang Yi’s eyelids twitched slightly before he spoke in a deep voice, issuing a warning.

“After following me for so long, you still don’t know what I hate most? The young clan leader? Hmph!” he sneered coldly.

The urgency of the Japanese was understandable; they would not let this matter drop easily.

To inherit the sacred scripture, one must undergo its trials. Even after completion, the awakening of abilities would not be immediate—there was still a process involved. But if anyone thought awakening a new ability on their own would be simpler, they were gravely mistaken.

This sudden, inexplicable wind took everyone by surprise, leaving many bewildered. Such a sudden anomaly surely meant something extraordinary was occurring.

Wei Renwu laughed heartily for quite some time before finally controlling himself. He held his stomach, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and straightened up, suppressing the pain.

Yet no one could have imagined that at this moment, Ye Xuan would appear before them in such a terrifying and eerie form.

“Last time we saw her, she looked haggard, but today she radiates vitality—two completely different impressions,” Jiang Zhiyu said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

The goatee swept casually over Elder Xu’s face—he was simply not worthy of attention in his eyes.

Most of those who stormed into Prince Fu’s mansion were killed on the spot. Many were criminals wanted by local authorities; several were even wanted nationwide. Aside from a few escapees, dozens were captured, but none provided information on Liu Xuan. Instead, one revealed the name ‘Starfall Tower.’

Seeing the expression on Jiujiu Shuo Ye’s face, Lin Xiu understood his thoughts and provocatively challenged him to a wager.

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As for Elder Hongshan and Jiang Wangyi’s abilities—Jiang Chen was confident that after emerging from Purgatory Purple Mountain, he should have already reached the Soul Spring realm. Those people would no longer be his match.

Moreover, although Fang Pingying took away the “three turns and one sound,” the family had another set previously—when Fang Xiu married Luo Zhiming, there was also a set. Fang Xiu had hardly used it; it was basically no different from the new one.

All this clearly indicated that the bloodstained man on the throne had decisively won.

Miyu blinked, nodded in agreement with her servant’s words, and resumed searching the church. They had never considered what it meant to openly attack the church in the neutral zone of the Holy Grail War.

“Then make your move. I will provide cover for you!” the Star Demon Emperor said generously.

Unfortunately, their enemies in the sky were too far away. Most of their feathered arrows flew only about thirty feet before falling short. A few sharpshooters could shoot a bit farther, but no more than sixty feet.

Now, the underworld system had long been stabilized. The ghosts and spirits of hell were little different, yet they felt completely out of place.

Before long, several more tempting offers arrived—calls directly to her, proposing partnerships in publishing ventures. Their enthusiasm was palpable.

By then, the sun had set, and the dim sunlight filtered through the windows, casting long shadows of the benches inside.

Hu Yaoling and Huan knelt on the ground in terror and despair, their faces ashen. They had lost their master’s sister, and given how much their master valued that poppy flower, they were doomed.

This copy of the Bodhisattva Art secret scroll seemed genuine enough and somewhat useful, though its true effects after cultivation remained unknown.

At that moment, an elderly man slowly emerged from the grand ceremony. His hair and beard were white, exuding an air of immortal wisdom and Daoist transcendence.

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He deliberately chose broad daylight to meet Tan Miaoyi at a pavilion beside White Dragon Temple.

However, this innate spiritual energy was not particularly strong; even seasoned hunters could combine traps and weapons to capture them.

“There’s not much food, just make do,” Lin Yutong said, setting a ceramic basin on the table.

Lin Qianhe solemnly accepted, unfolded the oiled paper package, reinserted the letter, sealed it, and kept it close to his body before settling down.

“You, Lord Luo, I never said such a thing. Don’t wrongfully accuse me!” Wan Bi grew uneasy under his accusation.

As the sole unique existence in this world, how could he tolerate the emergence of a second being like himself? Even if one did appear, he would destroy them.

With his gaze drifting from the trio of Durban friends, Ling Xiao slowly surveyed the others.

Seeing that the two elders seemed injured, Alisa approached and used life force to repair their damaged tissues. In moments, both elders had recovered most of their injuries.

Because he was now so different from his former self, to the point where he barely cared about the fate of his own children.

After a while, Luo Tianya sneered coldly, clenched his teeth, and violently smashed the bowl in front of him onto the ground.