532 Qilin Star

Yun Qing's height actually increased by an inch, and her whole body became even more slender and long.

Her posture was elegant and upright, straight and proud, with long and powerful legs.

It possesses an even more explosive power than before, as if the strength of its legs is more even and powerful.

But his eyes were tightly closed, and his skin was blood red, as if he were suffering immense pain.

With his brows furrowed and a pained expression on his face, He Chen couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache and anxiety.

Her entire body was flushed red, as if she were burning, her skin shimmering with a vibrant red, as intensely hot as if a raging fire were raging. She was enveloped in steam, like a goddess descended to earth.

The intense, chilling aura seemed capable of igniting everything around it; the air around them began to turn red, as if it were about to burst into flames.

Yun Qing's face was covered in sweat from the pain.

Suddenly, his whole body burst into flames, his clothes instantly ignited, but his hair remained completely unharmed.

Pure, noble, ethereal, and inviolable—no words can adequately describe the breathtaking beauty before my eyes.

At this moment, Yun Qing's face became increasingly pained, and her skin turned even redder, like an iron block in a furnace, about to ignite.

Without further hesitation, He Chen came up behind him and pressed himself tightly against him.

It seemed that a wooden window was not closed properly, and the evening wind was too strong, blowing incessantly and making a creaking sound.

The willow branches swayed incessantly, then gradually quieted down after an hour.

The beautiful woman fell into a deep sleep, not wanting to move at all, and her anxiety had completely disappeared.

The night was deep and cold. Yun Shuni closed her eyes and snuggled tightly against a warm, broad arm, finally falling asleep again.

Liu Qianqian, Ji Xixi, Lian Xiuxiu, Jingzhai, Wei Lan, Wei Qinghui, Jie Huayu, Yun Yan, Fanghua and others were sleeping in the same room and chatting quietly.

Liu Qianqian said softly, "Thanks to everyone's blessings, the incense offerings have been plentiful these past few days, and I've been able to make quite a few talismans to ward off evil."

He gently took out a box and presented it to the women.

Yun Su said softly, "Thank you, sister. With these, the soldiers and patrols going out will be much safer."

A slight blush crept across Liu Qianqian's face as she whispered, "Sister, you're too kind. I'm the one who's troubled you more. Thank you."

Lian Xiuxiu leaned quietly against Ji Xixi's chest, enjoying the freedom from thought and worry, and said softly with a smile, "If any of you sisters need my help, please let me know."

Following Shen Lang, I've become lazy and don't want to think too much.

Bi Yunyan nodded gently and said softly, "The honey in the spirit land has been harvested. Don't be stingy; the spirit bees say they've been collecting a lot of honey lately, more than they can eat."

Then, turning to Han Linling and Xie Huayu, she said, "If you two sisters need any help, please don't hesitate."

Understanding the meaning of the flowers, Han Linling smiled and nodded.

The other women chuckled softly and continued their casual conversation.

Laughter continued, then gradually subsided, as if drifting into a dream. Everything around became quiet and peaceful, as if time had stood still. Tranquility, serenity, and dreams.

Under the moonlight, an ordinary carriage slowly drove away from the border of Dalong Prefecture and headed towards the royal city.

The simple carriage had nothing special about it except for simple copper bells hanging at the four corners. The carriage was not ornately decorated and had only one half-open window.

The old horse driving the carriage was clearly quite old, but its gait remained steady as ever. Its eyes, however, revealed a profound wisdom, and the cold wind around it flowed gently by without stirring a single hair on its head.

An old man dressed in black and wearing a straw hat sat in the car. The hat covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of deep, worldly eyes.

His clothes were black, without any patterns or decorations, but the cut was perfect, making him look very capable. His hand rested on the car window, as if he was admiring the scenery in the moonlight, or perhaps he was thinking about something.

A thought crossed her mind: "Old Man Yun really has a good daughter. She's made a lot of money from this deal. What a miserable life."

However, the border city is a good place to retire. I need to earn more money for my retirement, and also find someone to inherit my mantle. What a miserable life.

A night breeze blew by, lifting the hem of the man in black's robes and ringing the copper bells on the carriage. The sound of the bells echoed in the night sky, causing the wandering spirits and evil spirits around to unconsciously scatter.

Under the stillness of the night, three long shadows stretched out, silently waiting, as if they had known all along that someone was there.

Nighttime is never safe.

When someone blocked his way, Old Ma stopped automatically, as if he could finally rest for a while. There was no fear in his eyes.

The elderly man at the head of the group wore a gray robe embroidered with the character "米" (rice). He looked somewhat like someone who had been mistaken for a member of the Beggars' Sect.

He gently clasped his hands in a fist and bowed politely, saying, "I am Fang Wanli of the Lingmi Sect. I greet Lord Qilin Star. I have come here simply to see the Dragon Blood Rice. I humbly request your assistance; the Lingmi Sect will never forget your kindness."

The old man chuckled softly, and in a deep voice said slowly, "Would you like to take a look or just start snatching it?"

"If you wanted to see it, why didn't you go to Lord He's place? Why did you come to this old man? I don't have any dragon blood rice. You've come to the wrong person."

Fang Wanli's eyes flashed with anger. The Spirit Rice Sect had been dealing with its own problems in recent years, and its production of spirit rice had decreased significantly. The more this was the case, the more others feared them, and very few would refuse him.

Fang Wanli composed himself and emphasized, "My lord, this is our sect leader's wish. We request your assistance."

Qilin Xing said in a low voice, "No means no. Elder Fang, please step aside. I'm in a hurry, and it wouldn't be good if I were delayed."

The two men behind Fang Wanli whispered to each other, "Elder Fang, let us give it a try. If it really is an old man, we'll finish him off with one strike. If not, we doubt he'll dare to kill him."

Fang Wanli nodded slightly, secretly agreeing in his heart.

The two men behind him suddenly drew their swords, a glint of light flashing as the blue glow on the blades caught the eye, and they instantly appeared before Qilin Xing.

Qilin Star sneered, 'As expected, you're used to being domineering; you won't even choose a path when there's one available.'

A magnificent sword beam suddenly shot into the sky, as if the heavens and earth were being created, shaking the universe. The sword beam was dazzling, vast as a tidal wave, and incomparably sharp.

The chilling sword energy instantly terrified the souls of the three people present. Fang Wanli exclaimed in disbelief, "Aren't you a Martial Saint? You are actually…"

His face was filled with fear and despair, as if he knew his end was near and there was no escape. He couldn't bring himself to say the last word.

In an instant, the sword's edge struck, followed by a deafening roar. A shockwave rippled through the air, sand and gravel flew everywhere, and the very space seemed to tremble.

The three figures shattered instantly, blood and flesh flying everywhere, limbs and severed bodies scattered all over the ground.

However, the sword light did not stop, and the killing intent did not diminish in the slightest. It broke through the air and pierced through everything in mid-air, as if it wanted to sever all the causal ties between heaven and earth.