Chapter 184: Tempest at the Divine Temple

Crack, crack——!

A brilliant, buzzing roar shattered the stillness of the Divine Temple!

Blazing flames burst from the Jin Guang Wheel, its rapid spin distorting the air and sending waves of heat rippling along its surface!

The Heavenly King’s Tower trembled as countless brilliant sparks cascaded like unchained links, shattering apart!

Everyone even heard the sound of shattering glass!

Bzzzz——

A terrifying divine might erupted mightily from the Jin Guang Wheel!

It swept in like a landslide, causing the entire temple’s temperature to soar!

The Jin Guang Wheel howled as it sped along, its flames trailing behind like a comet’s tail!

And at that moment,

an uncanny stillness fell both inside and outside the temple.

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu, Nan Lihuo, and Wang Kuyu tensed as they watched the four Divine Soldiers’ Wind-Fire Jin Guang Wheel shoot out from the temple!

That overwhelming pressure rolled in like a tidal wave!

Li Che’s eyes flickered with surprise, yet he made no move.

Because he felt no malice from the Wind-Fire Jin Guang Wheel.

It seemed…

as though the divine weapon was merely drawn by the allure of XiXi’s Purple-Flame Serpent Spear Fire-Tipped Spear in her grasp.

It was the attraction between kindred weapons!

That’s why Li Che remained still.

But others were unaware—Nan Lihuo’s expression changed subtly!

His fingers twitched, and suddenly both his eyes and body flared with fire.

Golden Furnace Fire Glazed Body!

Five streaks of fiery light shot towards the Wind-Fire Jin Guang Wheel like thunderbolts!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle——

Yet as the Wheel twirled, the divine flame he released burst like a shower of sparks!

Boom——!

The Wind-Fire Jin Guang Wheel moved at an astonishing speed!

Countless air currents were shoved aside, leaving many children with looks of sheer terror.

XiXi, however, showed no fear; her large eyes sparkled as she teased that the Wheel was trying to ‘hook’ her.

In fact, she was playfully beckoning the Wheel with her finger.

A butterfly on her shoulder spread its wings, as if a kitten so nervous it could barely hold still.

Nearby,

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu of the Divine Sect squinted his murky eyes.

He did not intervene as Nan Lihuo did; instead, he watched XiXi with a mix of astonishment and delight.

It was as if he was admiring a cherished treasure!

Unbelievable…

could it really be that she could command the Wind-Fire Jin Guang Wheel?

It appeared as if the Wheel was eager to submit to her!

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu rarely saw the Jin Guang Wheel react this way!

Whew——

Sure enough.

The Wind-Fire Jin Guang Wheel roared with ferocity and swirling flames, yet as it neared little XiXi’s diminutive frame, it suddenly halted.

It spun quietly, suspended right before her.

The fire blazed and scorched, but XiXi felt none of its heat.

The Jin Guang Wheel whirled, a gentle breeze fluttering the stray locks at the front of her hair.

Meanwhile…

Even Li Che, standing just a short distance away, could sense the rolling intense heat of the Wheel—a terrifying force as if it held the power to scorch mountains and boil seas…

as if it sought to repel all but favor XiXi alone.

Li Che could only shake his head in disbelief.

This weapon… seems to play favorites.

Bzzzz——

Inside the temple,

the Golden Heavenly King’s Tower seemed almost embarrassed as divine energies intertwined; thousands of golden sparks wove into chain-like links that clanged as they re-secured the Wind-Fire Jin Guang Wheel.

It pulled it back into the temple like an excited husky drawing it in piece by piece.

Rumble, rumble!

The tumult gradually subsided as the Wheel’s fury dimmed and it quieted.

Outside, silence reigned.

XiXi pouted at the Golden Heavenly King’s Tower, as though a beloved toy had been snatched away.

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu’s eyes shone with an odd, purple glow as he regarded XiXi like a prized gem.

Nan Lihuo’s fiery aura gradually faded as he exhaled, finally feeling at ease.

In that moment, he sensed something.

“XiXi… perhaps her resonance is just too high?”

Nan Lihuo’s heart stirred at the thought.

This Wind-Fire Jin Guang Wheel had erupted from the Four-Yu Bizarre Temple of the Eight-Armed Yulian Furious Third Prince.

Its ties to the Bizarre Temple ran deep.

That it could be activated…

perhaps XiXi’s resonance with the Third Prince’s Temple Spirit surpassed all expectations.

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu, however, shook his head, “It’s hard to say… Temple Spirit Resonance isn’t solely about the weapon, but the Temple Spirit itself.”

“But this little girl… at least on the level of the Temple Spirit and its arms, she has a unique advantage.”

“Good girl, good girl…”

A bright smile broke through Elder Jiao Shaoqiu’s withered, ancient face.

Nan Lihuo could feel Elder Jiao Shaoqiu’s admiration.

His heart stirred as he wondered, “Elder Jiao, might this girl have a chance to become the final personally-taught disciple of the Sect Master?”

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu instantly understood Nan Lihuo’s meaning.

He stroked his beard thoughtfully.

“The Sect Master only takes one final disciple—news of it has spread far and wide. Being the top expert on Lingnan Path, his choice has attracted many factions’ attention.”

“This little girl… has a very strong chance.”

“Pre-Heavenly Grandmasters with formidable physiques are rare on Lingnan Path,” Elder Jiao Shaoqiu laughed.

Nan Lihuo exhaled deeply, his heart filled with joy as if a long-held worry had been lifted.

Li Che, meanwhile, watched with twinkling eyes.

“Sect Master?”

Only those at the Divine Fetal Realm can be called masters!

Was Nan Lihuo planning to have XiXi join the Divine Fetal Sect?

Sensing Li Che’s shifting mood, Nan Lihuo grinned and said, “The main disciple slot of the Qianyuan Divine Sect’s master is open. Once filled, the master won’t accept any more apprentices.”

“The Sect Master has set a test in Daocheng. If XiXi goes there, she can give it a try. Who knows if she might succeed?”

“XiXi’s talent is extraordinary in both divine nature and martial aptitude…”

“Only by joining the master’s sect can she truly develop, and she’ll also be better protected.”

Nan Lihuo spoke earnestly.

Li Che, being XiXi’s father, naturally needed to hear this.

A father always wishes for his daughter to have a bright future.

Li Che’s thoughts stirred; he already had plans forming.

Nan Lihuo’s eyes flickered as he continued, “XiXi once thumped Ji Mo Li’s youngest son…”

“Even if we ignore Ji Mo Li, with the explosive temper of the Dragon Daughter from the Ji Haihui clan… trouble is sure to follow.”

“The Dragon Clan’s temperament is notorious—short-tempered and domineering. If XiXi ruffles the Dragon Daughter’s son, there’s no doubt she’ll incur her wrath.”

“If the Dragon Daughter herself comes after XiXi, it would be a formidable threat.”

“Thus, if XiXi can join the master’s sect, her safety would be much better assured.”

“Even if Ji Mo Li personally shows up, it’s a matter of giving the Sect Master some face.”

Nan Lihuo said gravely.

Li Che fell silent at his words.

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu paused his beard-stroking motion.

“That little girl also thumped Ji Haihui, Ji Mo Li’s youngest?” Elder Jiao Shaoqiu looked at little XiXi in astonishment and could only shake his head.

Clearly, she was quite the mischief-maker.

XiXi, bubbling with excitement, clenched her chubby fists and declared, “That little maid bet with me—if he loses, he won’t own up! He’ll be a cringing turtle!”

“Hmph, just like what chubby Zhou Peng said—bets made and not owned up mean nothing!”

Li Che’s face darkened as he glared at Zhou Peng, who was busily stuffing a meat bun into his mouth.

“Did the chubby kid teach you that?”

XiXi nodded earnestly.

Li Che shot a sidelong glance at Zhou Peng, then muttered,

“What a mess they dare to teach you!”

Startled, Zhou Peng looked up, shuddering all over as his meat bun lost its appeal.

Yun’e, noticing Li Che’s gaze, pursed her lips and stepped away from Zhou Peng.

“After all, Ji Haihui is just a five-year-old. He loves a good bet and throwing a childish tantrum—what’s the harm?”

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu chuckled as he stroked his beard.

Recalling how Little Prince Ji Haihui once forcefully bowed to a Grandmaster only to be left battered by XiXi, his mood brightened.

After all, the Jin Guang Branch represented the Divine Sect’s honor.

XiXi’s act had restored its face, much to Elder Jiao Shaoqiu’s delight.

“Good girl. Rest assured… your elder-grandpa will protect you.”

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu smiled warmly as he ruffled XiXi’s hair.

“Once the Temple Spirit Resonance Conference concludes, I’ll take you to Daocheng—to the orthodox Divine Sect.”

“Then nobody will dare mess with you.”

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu said gently.

XiXi hesitated for a moment.

“But all my little friends are here. Will they get to come along? And what about Daddy, Mommy, and Old Chen…?”

XiXi lifted her hand and began counting on her fingers.

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu burst into laughter.

That little girl…

He ruffled her head before calling over other prodigious young disciples to assess their talents and examine their bones, offering advice for their cultivation.

“In three days, the Temple Spirit Resonance Conference will begin…”

When Li Che descended Golden Light Peak, his eyes shimmered with a mix of worry, apprehension, and anticipation.

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Outside Jingguang City,

huge raindrops poured from the sky.

A small dark spot slowly expanded and, churning out dense black qi, gathered into a massive vortex of deathly aura, swirling relentlessly.

A figure emerged from within.

Two in total—a large one and a small one.

The larger one, clad in a black robe with lush black hair falling to his waist and a white mask emblazoned with a blood-red “7” on it, was none other than Yuan Jingang, the hidden Corpse God Envoy of the Corpse God Sect in Jingguang City—never discovered by Ogre.

Yuan Jingang held the hand of a child.

The child’s skin glowed white, his eyes vacant and heavy-lidded, with dark circles under them, slumped shoulders, dressed in a red bellyband and loose trousers, his thick hair tied into two buns.

“The one sent by the orthodox Divine Sect is that decrepit Outer Sect Elder Jiao Shaoqiu, who has fallen from his Golden Body to his Primordial Spirit…”

Yuan Jingang remarked coolly.

“This old fellow is no pushover—he pretends to be on the brink of death, but when he goes all out, he’s terrifying.”

“Our mission is primarily to secure the Third Prince’s Temple Spirit… if it works, good; if not, we must still give it a try.”

Yuan Jingang glanced at the small child clutched by his side.

“Got it?”

The boy with dark circles shrugged, “Got it.”

“Catching even a thread of the Third Prince’s divine nature? That’s a piece of cake for me.”

The confident words made the mask-wearer smile beneath his mask.

“Temple Spirit Resonance…”

“If the Temple Guardian Division, the Imperial Watch, even King Ping Luan and Ji Mo Li can send children, there’s no reason the Corpse God Sect can’t too.”

Yuan Jingang laughed lowly, though his laughter soon turned grim.

The Corpse God Sect’s layout in Jingguang had been completely wiped out.

So many chess pieces, erased without a trace.

It was as if a master strategist had laid the final move, annihilating everything in one stroke.

How could such a loss be borne in peace?

Yuan Jingang’s eyes twisted in pain; years of scheming in the Corpse God Sect had crumbled in an instant.

How could he ever accept this fate?

“The Underworld…”

“Ogre, Ma Mian! And the Divine Monkey!”

“We have no enmity with you, Underworld…”

“But I, Yuan Jingang, will never forget this feud!”

“My disciples, how many can the Underworld really slay?”

Under his mask, a fierce murderous aura churned.

And behind him, one black vortex after another began to emerge.

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Then, the rain resumed.

Li Che, wearing a Bamboo Hat, walked down Long Street. Glancing at the dark sky, he knew it was due to the unsettled Temple Spirit.

Otherwise, at this hour, snowflakes should have been drifting.

After leaving Golden Light Peak, Li Che headed straight into the Capital.

His first stop was at the Imperial Watch.

There he saw Tang Ren, whose face twisted in reluctance as he wore a red bellyband, tied his hair in buns, and glared obstinately at Lu Yao.

Lu Yao was forcing red silk onto Tang Ren.

Tang Ren insisted that red silk was for girls, refusing to let it be wrapped around him no matter what.

“You don’t know a thing! After extensive research, I discovered that the image of the Eight-Armed Yulian Furious Third Prince hinges on this exact detail—holding a spear, standing on a golden wheel, wearing a red bellyband, and draped in red silk… That’s the true Third Prince!”

“If you want to boost your Temple Spirit Resonance, you have to dress like that!”

Lu Yao wasted no time and covered Tang Ren with the red silk.

The red silk was a divine weapon crafted by a master swordsmith. Although its quality was modest, when imbued with divine essence, it would flutter elegantly.

Li Che couldn’t help but think that maybe XiXi should have one too. A lone Fire-Tipped Spear just wasn’t enough.

“Lu, do you have another red silk?”

“I’d like one for my daughter to boost her resonance.”

Li Che asked with a gentle smile.

Tang Ren, as if struck by a lifeline, immediately tore the red silk from himself and eagerly handed it over like a treasured offering.

“Uncle Li Che, no need to seek out my master—I’ll give you this red silk for little XiXi!”

Tang Ren was visibly excited.

Lu Yao’s face turned ashen with anger.

He felt utterly drained.

He had brought Tang Ren here on a whim, never expecting him to produce any miracle.

“Do as you please. I’ve done my part. Whether you gain even a sliver of opportunity in the Temple Spirit Resonance Conference depends solely on you.”

Lu Yao waved his hand dismissively.

Li Che accepted the red silk without hesitation, and Lu Yao felt that his daughter’s chance to shine at the Temple Spirit Resonance Conference was quite high.

With a smile, Li Che bid the two farewell.

He then dashed into the Workshop to continue crafting a pink Immortal Fire Cannon for XiXi.

After finishing work, he returned to Luohua Alley to resume his busy routine.

Later that night,

Li Che would take a sleeping XiXi to the Fire-Eyed Astonished Spirit Ape Bizarre Temple for special training.

There, he would give the purple-flame Zhen Jiao Snake a good beating with a Fire-Tipped Spear.

This would force the Purple-Flame Serpent Spear Fire-Tipped Spear to unleash its power and accelerate the fusion of their energies with XiXi.

Li Che was almost hopeful.

Could XiXi’s martial physique, under the integration with the Purple-Flame Serpent Spear, transform into a pre-Heavenly Martial Saint body?

A physique at the Divine Saint level!

But the challenge was enormous.

For three consecutive days,

each morning XiXi woke with her arms sore and puffed up, and she could faintly hear little Gun’s plaintive whimpers.

Every day she gently patted her chubby lotus-like arms to comfort little Gun, saying, “XiXi will grow up fast, then we can play together!”

XiXi said this earnestly, and even the Purple-Flame Serpent Spear Fire-Tipped Spear seemed to soften its stance towards her.

It seemed to adore its little master.

Cudgels and sweet dates…

Nothing could stand in their way.

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Fire-Eyed Astonished Spirit Ape Bizarre Temple!

Rumble, rumble!

Scorching qi surged and churned; torrents of heat spawned fierce winds that tore through the air in relentless bursts!

Li Che stepped forward with his hands behind his back. In an instant, his figure blurred as if merging with the void.

The very air beneath his step twisted, forming a deep hollow under his feet!

With a resounding explosion—

the rupturing air rippled outward in concentric circles.

Li Che leapt between ghostly afterimages that gathered and finally landed on the ground.

His chest pounded as air surged around him, causing the temple’s candles to flicker wildly.

Martial Saint Technique, Lingxu Baqi Steps… he had entered the basics!

Li Che twisted his spine, his muscles snapping like thunder!

“This Martial Saint Technique is far from ordinary—it isn’t just about elegant footwork, but conceals lethal force within.”

“Each step in Baqi kills, each move shakes the heavens!”

Li Che’s light steps cracked the air, making it seem as if the atmosphere itself was exploding, his whimpers of exertion blending with surging qi!

Leaping lightly, Li Che felt himself become nimble and agile.

His movement speed and evasive leaps far surpassed his previous limits.

Compared to Cloud Yao’s Nimbus Leap, this was vastly superior.

After stretching lazily, Li Che suddenly teleported to stand before the Spirit Ape Temple Spirit.

A daily ritual.

The Spirit Ape Temple Spirit now bore an expression of utter resignation, as if life had lost all meaning.

Amid peals of laughter,

Li Che gripped a Feilei Chess Piece and returned to the mid-slope courtyard of Zheng Lei Peak.

Splash, splash!

The sky still wept under a heavy downpour.

Three days passed in a blink.

Today marked the official start of the Temple Spirit Resonance Conference!

After returning, Li Che went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Then he called XiXi and his wife to wake up.

XiXi, roused from her sleep, sulked on the bed with a pout.

Zhang Ya warmly smiled as she braided XiXi’s hair and changed her into a red bellyband.

“Time for breakfast,” Li Che called out.

Finally, XiXi’s morning mood lifted; she dashed to the table and began eating, her earlier gloom completely vanished.

Indeed, only good food could cure a sour mood.

“Husband, do you think she needs any more dressing up?”

Zhang Ya, however, had no appetite for breakfast.

Today was a major day for Jingguang Mansion.

She was no longer an ordinary person; well-versed in cultivation, she knew the value of both the Temple Guardian Division and the Imperial Watch, and understood the purpose behind the Little Prince Ji Haihui—

all for today!

The Temple Spirit Resonance Conference at the Four-Yu Bizarre Temple!

Zhang Ya was indeed worried. After all, sending her daughter to the dangerous, fearsome Four-Yu Bizarre Temple was no small matter!

A minor slip could endanger even a Grandmaster, so a child’s safety was paramount.

Li Che smiled as he watched XiXi happily devouring egg-topped noodles, his thoughts drifting to memories of his past life.

Then, clutching an Oil-paper Umbrella, Li Che scooped up XiXi and headed for Golden Light Peak.

Outside the courtyard, Li Qingshan, along with Lu Chi and Granny Mu, were already waiting.

Zhang Ya had left the house, arm in arm with Granny Mu, determined to witness the Temple Spirit Resonance Conference.

After all, as a mother, she was deeply concerned.

Today, even Old Chen had taken the day off to join the crowd for the conference.

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The group descended the mountain.

At the archway gate, a carriage awaited.

Shangguan Qinghong ushered in an ornate carriage and, spotting Li Che’s family, waved from afar.

XiXi beamed at Shangguan Qinghong; both big and small, they hopped onto the carriage with excited stomps and shouts.

Shangguan Qinghong regarded XiXi like a beloved sister, reminding her of key precautions regarding temple matters with every bit of his vast knowledge.

Trying his best to offer his sisterly care.

Li Qingshan, with Granny Mu and Lu Chi, climbed into one carriage.

Before boarding his carriage, Lu Chi gave XiXi’s carriage one deep, scrutinizing look.

“Hop in,” Li Qingshan said.

Lu Chi nodded intently and climbed aboard.

In front of the Jin Guang Branch’s mountain gate,

a myriad of carriages and horses had gathered. Families like the Qin, Hai, Gong, and Gongyang clans had arranged carriages to ferry their young prodigies to train at the Jin Guang Branch.

In addition, the Jin Guang Branch had prepared special carriages to assemble the prodigies to travel together.

The children clustered together, chattering away like a bundle of little radishes.

Not even the rain could dampen their excitement.

Their joyful voices made it seem less like a Temple Spirit Resonance Conference and more like a day out on a spring excursion.

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu spotted Li Che’s family from afar and gave a nod of greeting.

He rode alone in his carriage, the Wind-Fire Jin Guang Wheel secured in his grasp.

The sturdy coachman, wearing a Bamboo Hat and a short jacket, held the reins with a grim expression.

Li Che noted the coachman’s extraordinary presence; the man exuded a latent, fearsome qi yet displayed no divine aura—he was clearly a martial fighter of pure qi.

His exact cultivation level, however, remained a mystery to Li Che.

Once all the children were aboard, the journey began.

Dozens of carriages formed a vast caravan, setting off from the foot of the Divine Sect’s mountain.

The wheels churned, splashing mud and breaking through puddles as they entered Jingguang City and then left it.

The Divine Guard Army appeared to disperse the civilians, ensuring the caravan moved securely.

In the Temple Guardian Division,

Zhu Chaoyang and Tie Shancai boarded a carriage to follow the caravan.

At the Imperial Watch,

Lu Yao took Tang Ren in his carriage to trail behind.

One by one, carriages merged from the side streets, like a river converging into the sea, merging into one grand convoy.

At the City Lord’s Residence,

Little Prince Ji Haihui, dressed in dazzling finery with his Dragon God Purple Gaze flashing, made his first appearance outside the residence in what felt like an eternity.

Xue Dufu’s death had truly terrified him.

Not wanting to risk his life, Ji Haihui stayed hidden in the City Lord’s Residence, awaiting the Temple Spirit Resonance Conference.

Taking a deep breath amid the drenching rain, he felt his blood rouse as if awakening.

“Finally, the Temple Spirit Resonance Conference begins… and once it’s over, I can finally leave this wretched place called Jingguang Mansion,”

Ji Haihui murmured.

He despised Jingguang Mansion.

It had been the scene of his greatest humiliation since birth.

Unable to face that shame, he cowered like a turtle.

So he longed to wash away his disgrace—only to return stronger!

Little Prince Ji Haihui’s purple eyes sparkled as he thought of XiXi’s devilish face, his body trembling before he boarded an opulent carriage.

Meanwhile, City Lord Su Huai Li sat waiting in his carriage. Seeing Ji Haihui, he smiled kindly, “Little Prince, relax. The Lord has already prepared your trump card…”

“This time at the Temple Spirit Resonance Conference, you won’t lose to that little girl.”

City Lord Su Huai Li comforted him.

The carriage was driven by a master coachman.

Six Black Armor Blood Guards rode fearsome flood dragons, wielding cleaver-like swords. Clad in heavy armor, they accompanied the carriage with awe-inspiring presence.

The pounding of hooves sliced through the air like a razor, escorting the carriage as if it were a keen black blade cutting through the crowd.

At the head of the caravan, the Director of the Temple Guardian Division, Xie Jing, dressed in a worn uniform, rode a flood dragon. His aides, mounted on flood dragons with sabers, led the way.

The caravan left Jingguang City under torrential rain and gusting winds!

Yet the caravan did not slow—it only sped up!

The flood dragons’ blood seemed to boil, their hooves striking faster and faster!

Splash, splash, splash——

Raindrops exploded into splatters of water-fine powder!

The carriage shook violently.

As the caravan left the city, all the children fell silent.

Perhaps they finally sensed the oppressive, tense atmosphere, with many young prodigies trembling.

Inside the carriage,

even XiXi was uncharacteristically mute.

She curled up in Zhang Ya’s arms as Zhang Ya gently stroked her head.

Her small fists were clenched tight.

Just like the fearless XiXi Emperor of old, now even she felt nervous.

“Mommy, Daddy… I’m scared!”

XiXi’s big eyes pleaded.

Li Che gently rubbed her head, then pulled out a white Feilei Chess Piece and slipped it into her hand.

“Keep this piece and you’ll feel as if I’m always with you.”

“With me by your side, there’s nothing to fear.”

Li Che smiled warmly.

“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself; just think of it as a spring outing. Even if the Temple Spirit Resonance fails and you gain no inheritance, it doesn’t matter.”

“As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you.”

“After all, Daddy is super powerful…”

Li Che said gently.

XiXi’s eyes sparkled, “Really?”

Li Che hooked his little pinky with hers.

XiXi giggled, suddenly feeling braver.

She raised her chubby lotus-like arm and said, “But Daddy, little Gun is trembling so much—it’s making me nervous too.”

Hearing her, Li Che gently grasped XiXi’s arm.

Then, from mid-forehead, divine light flickered like a Mud Pellet!

Her Primordial Spirit opened its eyes.

The power of her Divine Perception surged and smacked the grinning Purple-Flame Zhen Jiao Snake with a resounding slap, like swatting a mosquito.

The sound echoed throughout the carriage.

Both Zhang Ya and Shangguan Qinghong were startled.

Li Che merely ruffled XiXi’s head and said,

“See? Little Gun isn’t scared now, is he?”

XiXi shook her arm and burst into bright laughter.

She leaned out the carriage window, gazing at the torrential rain and the raging waves towering a hundred meters high on the Jiulong River, completely fearless.

Facing the Temple Spirit head-on?!

XiXi feared nothing!

Because

Daddy would always protect her!

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