The Healer Demands Payment

Yun Qingyan’s absence from the Phoenix elder’s birthday banquet finally changed the tone of the whispers in the Demon Realm. As the Demon Monarch and the true ruler of all demons, Yun Qingyan had the prerogative to skip any banquet he didn’t wish to attend. However, the elder was the oldest being in the Demon […]

“I’m going to the next challenge,” Meng Qi said, stepping towards the edge of the grassland. “Are you going later?” She paused, looking back at the others. “Ah, yes…” Sikong Xing stared absentmindedly at Meng Qi. “Alright,” Meng Qi nodded. She stepped forward, and her blue-robed figure instantly vanished from the spot.

“Okay.” Meng Qi immediately divided the spirit stones into five parts, one share each for Li Che, Xue Chengxuan, the two disciples from the Canglang Academy, and herself. “No, no need!” Li Che waved his hands, insisting he couldn’t accept them. His sect, the Canglang Academy, was not as wealthy as the other major medical

The natal weapons and swords floating in the air disappeared one by one. The cultivators, who had been fighting fiercely just moments ago, now stood on the grassland, panting heavily and looking around in confusion. Most of them who came from the same sects maintained a harmonious and respectful relationship prior to entering the Ten

Meng Qi looked back at the chaotic fighting, and as soon as Pei Mufeng stood up, she immediately said, “Pavilion Master Pei, my two friends are still in there. Could you please…” “Let’s go.” Pei Mufeng flicked his finger, and his natal sword paved the way in front of them. Already strong, his swordsmanship had

“This… what is this?” Yan Xuan leaned in to observe the few blades of grass in Meng Qi’s hand. The leaves were deep green, darker than ordinary grass, but still blending well with their surroundings. But now that he was aware of them, they stood out distinctly. “This is Drunken Dragon Grass,” Meng Qi said

“You don’t need to say much to them,” Yan Xuan said indifferently. “Then leave, Junior Brother Yan Xuan,” Senior Brother Shi looked at him coldly, “Don’t force us to take action.” As he spoke, he intentionally emphasized the word “us,” as if to warn Meng Qi and Sikong Xing, and also to remind others they

“My fellow Daoists,” Senior Brother Shi wasn’t finished, “In the past two years, Yan Xuan simply stopped returning to the sect, spending his days drifting in the markets, drunk and intoxicated. As for cultivation… heh, I think he’s long forgotten he’s a cultivator. Yet, such a person was still given a chance to enter Ten

Meng Qi nearly jumped up, “Your injury!” She reached out and grabbed Yan Xuan’s arm, “There might be a way now.” “Eh?” Only Sikong Xing looked bewildered, “Lotus? What lotus?”

Meng Qi slowly stood up, a few strands of hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, her blue robe soaked on the back: “Thank… thank you, senior.” Her voice trembled, and her mind was blank. She remembered talking to the voice about Yun Qingyan, but her mind was hazy, and she couldn’t recall what they