Chapter 112: Aunt, the Miracle Healer!

“Xu Ze, are you at school?” Yang Yin’s sultry voice drifted through the phone.

“No, I’m at home. Is there something you need?” he replied.

“Mm, there’s something that could be very beneficial for you. I’d like to discuss it together,” Yang Yin continued. “Is it convenient at your place? If so, I can bring the documents over for you to look at.”

Xu Ze was stunned.

This conversation felt eerily familiar, as if he’d just heard it moments ago.

Earlier, when Long Jin Yuelan was besieged by six Supreme Geniuses, he hadn’t stepped in to help. Instead, he chose to aid three princes in attacking a single Supreme Genius. Was this some kind of mistake?

Although the Sacred Alliance had not fractured completely, this incident caused Long Qingchen and Shi Chen to tear off all pretenses of civility. The members of the alliance became divided, no longer united as before. They split into two main factions—half followed Shi Chen, while the other half looked to Long Qingchen as their leader.

He had originally intended to strike at them while they were weakened, but when he caught sight of Xiao Fan’s mocking smile, a subtle sense of danger made him reveal himself. He wanted to see if this was truly calm composure or merely a brittle façade—a silver spear with a wax tip, impressive in appearance but hollow within.

Xiao Yu dashed out of the conference room, only to be seized by a large hand and shoved back inside. The door slammed shut behind her.

The Lord of the Barbarian Temple, bloodstained, fled in terror, casting a bewildered glance at the massive golden dragon’s head looming above. For a moment, it was as if he was lost in a dense fog.

The old ape clearly understood this, which was why he had captured a demon beast with just the right amount of power—third-grade, lower tier—forcing Lu Xuan to exert every ounce of his strength to win.

“There’s no need to stand on ceremony, Patriarch Mu. I came because I received a message from my senior sister. Mu, because of the Blood Demon Vine, has fallen into madness. I’m here to resolve this matter.” Qi Xuanyi had the ability to restrain the Blood Demon Vine; now, to completely purge its baleful energy would not be difficult.

“Take care!” Han Feixue spoke softly, her lips parting as if to say more, but she swallowed her words at the last moment.

No one spoke. On the round stone platform, it seemed no one wished to waste even a moment—they all focused on regaining their lost strength as quickly as possible.

Su Mengyao, her face full of worry, quickly wriggled out of Tian Xue’s arms. With tear-filled eyes, she glanced at Long Linfei. But when she saw his icy, frostbitten expression, her courage crumbled. She lowered her head and began to cry timidly.

Feng Yu suppressed his raging fury and signaled the servants in the hall to withdraw. Under his gaze, even Feng Yijun’s personal maid, though reluctant, dared not remain.

None could harm the Sky Hawk in the slightest. Though these words sounded boastful, Liu Bo did not think so.

Even if she truly died, she would never leave. Now, gazing into Nameless’s eyes, there seemed to be a flicker of murderous intent.

“Ha ha~” Not yet a year old, An Muya laughed softly, clearly fond of the beautiful young lady before her.

It was as if, from some unknown moment, everything had changed. The Celestial Race no longer sought to assist a wise ruler, but instead pursued another world entirely.

Fortunately, these were people who had seen great storms. It didn’t take long for them to regain their composure, and the usual cheeky grins returned to their faces.

But really, Wu Shixun, Wu Naibao, could you please not act so ambiguously or say such suggestive things in such public places!?

“Seven Kills is right. Even though there’s treasure ahead, we should stick to our usual plan. Ouyang, you go scout ahead.” This Optimus Prime, at the mention of treasure, always wanted to dash off. If he ran straight into a pack of monsters, that’d be a disaster. Better let Ouyang Jue do the reconnaissance work.

The child was somewhat astonished by what he heard. Han Xue even handed her waterskin to Xiao Yan, who, unable to eat at the moment, could only sip a little water to stave off his hunger.

“Of course I’ll bring my wife along. How about I have Master go scout out the Ouyang family first?” Families like the Ouyangs, hidden martial clans, generally disliked visits from outsiders. But the Elder of Secrets was a reclusive sage—someone even the Ouyangs would gladly welcome.