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Chapter 542: Whatever Evil Can Resist, Whatever Love Can Reach

Their eyes were fixed on the feathers in their hands, as if they were examining an object that had been severely criticized, or as if they were staring at the enemy's fatal weakness.

The tribesmen gathered around, their eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

They looked at the dozen or so snow-white feathers, as if they were not feathers but sharp blades stained with poison.

"Hmph, these things from the Green Sparrow Tribe are disgusting just to look at them." A young member of the Lan clan cursed in a low voice, and the people around him nodded in agreement.

Soon, the leading elder waved his hand, and the tribesmen around him immediately understood.

They carefully placed the feather in a special container made of black mysterious stone. The surface of the container was engraved with Lan's spells, which flickered faintly in the moonlight, as if telling an ancient and evil thought.

As soon as the container touched the feather, a strange light appeared, and in the light, countless tiny light spots jumped and danced like fireflies. These light spots circled around the feather, peeling off the remaining breath on the feather bit by bit. With each peeling, the feather became dimmer, as if the breath of life was being taken away bit by bit.

Then, the Lan clan member chanted something, quickly formed seals with his hands, and a strange lavender light appeared in his palms. The light was intertwined like silk threads, interweaving into an invisible net, slowly lifting the container and flying towards a mysterious place.

This mysterious place is a pool of greed and desire that exudes a strange atmosphere. Thick black liquid rolls on the surface of the pool, bubbles constantly emerge, and when they burst, they make a low sound, as if it is a roar coming from the abyss of hell.

The pool was filled with a sickening smell, a mixture of rot and greed that made people want to vomit.

As soon as the feather touched the pool water, it was instantly swallowed up.

In the blink of an eye, a strong wave surged at the bottom of the pool, and the inky black water rolled as if boiling.

Accompanied by dull roars, monsters broke out of the water.

These monsters were huge, twice as tall as ordinary people, and emitted a cold lavender light all over their bodies, which was as freezing cold as frost.

They looked exactly like the owners of the green sparrow feathers, except that there was a bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes and the corners of their mouths were slightly raised, revealing a hideous smile.

There were still ink stains from the pool water on their bodies, like the mark of hell.

A monster roared towards the sky, the sound was deafening, and the sound waves spread out in all directions like a substance, shaking the surrounding trees.

Other monsters also responded. For a moment, the entire Eye Gold Mountain was echoing with their roars, as if playing a melody of death.

The evening was thick and a thin mist was lingering over Mount Qixia, casting a hazy veil over everything around.

Ajing stood on the top of the mountain. The mountain breeze brushed her clothes and blew up a few strands of hair, but she had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery at the moment. A strong ominous premonition gripped her heart.

She hurried and went straight to find Xiang Zhu.

After seeing Xiang Zhu, A Jing frowned and said anxiously: "Xiang Zhu, I have been feeling very nervous recently, and I always feel that something big is going to happen. Shouldn't we go see them and lend a hand?"

Ajing's eyes were full of worry as he looked into the distance, as if he could see his companions in the distance facing difficulties.

Xiang Zhu listened quietly and shook his head slowly, his expression calm but with a certainty: "I have arranged everything. Everyone has their own difficulties to go through. If we interfere too much, it may ruin things."

After saying that, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile, "Just rest here and don't worry about anything." Ajing hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

Xiang Zhu raised his hand and pointed to a place not far away, saying with a smile: "Instead of worrying about your fellow tribe members far away, you might as well go and talk to the one in front of you. He has been very worried recently."

Ah Jing looked in the direction Xiang Zhu pointed and gave a helpless smile: "How can he not be worried? His wife ran away. No one would be able to laugh. Shou Sheng is too pitiful."

At this time, Ah Jing, who had been standing quietly by the side, blinked his eyes, looked at Xiang Zhu with some curiosity and some teasing, and asked: "What if one day, I also left without saying a word, will you still be able to smile heartlessly like you do now, do your own things, and ignore me completely?"

There was a hint of anticipation in Ajing's eyes, but also a hint of uneasiness.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhu immediately held A Jing's hand tightly, with a serious and firm expression: "How is it possible? I will definitely go in and out with you, and I will never let you out of my sight. I will never leave you."

Xiang Zhu's voice was low but powerful, as if he was making an eternal promise.

After hearing this, Ajing felt warm but also a little upset. He couldn't help but think of Shousheng who was full of worry at the moment, and asked softly, "When will Luanluan come back?"

Xiang Zhu's expression instantly became serious. He frowned slightly and said slowly, "This incident is very serious. I can't predict what choice Ling Luan Luan will make in the end."

A trace of worry flashed in Xiang Zhu's eyes. Looking into the distance, he seemed to see unknown variables brewing quietly.

Ah Jing sighed softly, his eyes full of expectation: "I just hope that all the people of the Greedy Clan can make the right choice in the end."

The two fell into a brief silence, only the mountain breeze continued, blowing through the forest, rustling, as if telling an endless story.

In the late summer afternoon, the sunlight penetrates the gaps between the branches and leaves, spreading fine light and shadows in the yard, as if covering this small world with a layer of dreamy golden gauze.

Shousheng's figure looked somewhat lonely in the mottled light and shadow.

He stood there, chopping the bamboo hard with the axe in his hand again and again, making a dull sound.

However, his eyes were empty and confused, his gaze wandering into the distance, and his thoughts seemed to be pulled by an invisible sorrow, drifting to a place far away and out of reach.

At first, the split bamboos were scattered all over the ground in a disorderly manner, and the rough cuts were bared and exposed, just like Shousheng's confused heart at the moment.

His movements were mechanical and repetitive, each one carrying an indescribable stubbornness.

Slowly, the bamboo became regular, with smooth cuts and neatly arranged.

At the same time, his heart, which had drifted far away, was gradually brought back in this monotonous work.

"Luanluan ah..." Shousheng suddenly stopped what he was doing, and whispered in a hoarse voice, which was full of endless attachment and longing, "Come back soon, come back soon."

The breeze blew gently, and the bamboo leaves rustled, as if responding to his call, but making the lonely atmosphere even stronger.

Shousheng was like a puppet controlled by obsession. He picked up the split bamboos carefully one by one and placed them gently in front of him.