Volume 1, Chapter 38: The Mystery of Rebirth
Qi Fengling did have a conscience—a very strong one, in fact. However, the offer on the table was simply too generous, leaving his conscience feeling rather troubled.
The sun had climbed high, its rays piercing through the clouds and mist to flood the main hall with sudden, brilliant light.
Xu Chen had heard whispers about the secrets of this cultivation path, but he knew all too well that time was running out.
The trio had severely underestimated the capabilities of the Golden Cloud-Thunder Beast. They had assumed it was merely a pseudo-beast—neither a true ferocious beast nor a spiritual one, but nothing more than a pet. They never imagined that when it unleashed its power, it would be so formidable. Even an Imperial-grade beast lay there, stripped of any will to resist, simply waiting to be devoured. What kind of creature was this?
His focus was currently fixed on the lackeys trailing behind Situ Kong. He was waiting only for the battle to commence before he would descend upon those demonic hounds, ensuring not a single one left Shangzhou alive.
Another day passed in the blink of an eye. In the dead of night, while Xu Chen was in meditation, he caught the harsh, grating cries of the Qin Yuan outside the cave. Yet, his heart remained as steady as a rock, unmoved by the disturbances of the outside world.
Thus, Chu Ming could fully understand why the old man was so furious at the potential destruction of his restaurant.
He could have had a better life; with his strength, he was a shoo-in to pass the assessment and enter the Star Academy in two years’ time.
The Life-Prolonging Sunflower squeaked as its parts fused back together. The plant possessed such tenacious vitality that even the Minghong Blade, a weapon of ultimate slaughter, could not destroy it once it had cultivated itself into a monster. At that same moment, with a thunderous explosion, a dark cloud surged toward Cang Jianli in mid-air with the speed of lightning.
Finally, under the suppression of the Void Dragon Pagoda, the Eight-Step Serpent Dragon Fruit yielded, becoming completely assimilated into the world of Cang Jianli’s Purple Mansion. The eight-step serpent gradually transformed into a jiao dragon, with a protrusion beginning to grow upon its head. Only then did Cang Jianli retract his divine sense.
"Enough, enough, enough! Give me back the watch. I need to tell Brother Feng something before I forget again!" Jun Ci said impatiently.
Their ancestors had been trapped in the Undying Immortal Mountain for generations, unable to leave, knowing of the wonders of the outside world only through the words of outer-sect disciples.
As the young masters and debauched heirs of the South City, their families wielded extraordinary power and influence. With enough money, what could they not accomplish?
Aili was indeed running a fever, likely a result of yesterday. They had assumed that simply taking off her clothes and tucking her into a quilt would be enough, but they hadn't anticipated how heartbroken she had been. She had tossed and turned, kicking off her blankets in her sleep, and naturally, she had caught a cold.
No one expected that at this very moment, Xu Ruoruo would stop her ascent. A ripple of void energy surged from her palm, striking fiercely toward Shi Wan, Yao Chen, and the others.
The fact that they had failed to emerge from the Forbidden Land of Life and Death filled them with immense fury. Yet, the current struggle brought them joy, for they knew the human race would inevitably be drawn into this conflict, and many of its strongest warriors would surely fall.
Only now did they fully realize that Lin Yan had stepped directly into the black mist.
Without the weight of overwhelming misfortune or any shred of hope, how could anyone hold their ground? They would certainly run as far away as they possibly could.
Judging by their intensity, the trail on the right was more prominent and clearly left more recently. In other words, following the path on the right would lead to the Divine Thunder Wood seeds.
Huang Ke, however, cared nothing for this. The military and political power was firmly in his grasp, and he dismissed all concerns with a single phrase: "the needs of the revolution." Everyone understood that the Revolutionary New Army was Huang Ke’s own creation; without him, the state of the revolution would likely never have reached where it stood today.