Jinren was about to die laughing.
He had already overestimated Dao Qiongchang by far.
Yet now he realized that even if they used star anise, Sichuan pepper, cinnamon bark, fennel, ginger chunks, and the like as the main ingredients, used Elder Sang's Lost Rune Stele divine artifact, Dragon-Phoenix Auspiciousness, as the pot, stuffed Dao Qiongchang inside, and refined him for eighty-one days, that old Daoist's reek of sleaze probably still would not disperse!
If this "Excuse Compendium" jade slip were published as a book and circulated among the common folk, its words alone could ruin one of the Three Emperors! Some people were dead, yet they still lived.
Some people were alive, yet they were already dead.
"Article Forty-Seven: Dao Hall Master, I was wrong, but Xu Xiaoshou becoming a Sword Saint in the midst of battle truly had nothing to do with me. He used Rao Yaoyao's Half-Saint Godhood. If anyone is to blame, it can only be Rao Yaoyao—how can you blame me? But no matter what, as a Saber Saint, I failed to restrain him, a newly ascended Sword Saint. I am guilty. I beg punishment."
"Article Forty-Eight..."
At the entrance to the Ran Ming Ruins passageway, an impassioned, loudly recited voice drifted down from every direction. It was tremendously penetrating and carried far, yet there was no fixed location from which it could be traced.
Even the identity of the reciter was forgotten after every pause between phrases.
Beneath the dark cyan Yama's Feast, Wei Feng's knees smashed into the ground, his head hanging limply, as though he had already been killed by the power of words.
He had gone limp into a puddle of mush. Other than the veins bulging on the arm clutching his broadsword and its faint trembling, there was no sign that