Volume One, Chapter 28: Scaling the Wall for Training

The scene shifts.

Lin Hu returned to the village, cradling a large grass carp in his arms. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to catch more fish, but earlier, he’d played too wildly in the water, startling both the big and small fish away. Now, not even a shadow of a living creature was to be seen. So, he decided to call it a day and head home to rest and recover.

Yet, as he approached his house, he suddenly sensed something amiss. Though his spiritual perception extended only ten meters and couldn’t reach inside the house, he couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was unsafe.

Yek Ke strode forward, his steps seemingly unhurried and effortless, but with each step he covered over thirty feet, and before anyone realized it, he had drifted far into the distance.

As for the instigator, Lin Dong would later, by chance, hear his uncle and others mention him with resentment and helplessness in their voices.

But Gu Qingyu, for her part, couldn’t feel the festivity in the midst of all this bustle. It was a contradictory, peculiar sensation, and she couldn’t resist calling everyone over to see for themselves.

Sadly, only the Four Seasons Hotel’s spa failed to claim five stars in any individual category. It didn’t even earn four; as mentioned before, the hotel’s pool was a mere eighteen meters long.

Wu Yong said, “He probably hasn’t given up trying to persuade me yet.” After all, there was still plenty of time, and now he had the energy and patience to wait it out. Besides, he had already brought back a spy out in the open.

This man and the elder had once been fellow disciples. After the previous elder passed away and the position did not go to him, perhaps out of dissatisfaction, he moved out of the cult’s village and chose to live alone in the Supreme Forest.

Hearing the gentle and familiar voice from across, Xu Chengjun’s heart fluttered, but soon settled into calm.

Huo Feng had never spoken to her about Jiang Yifan, so she knew nothing of Jiang Yifan’s temperament.

The Jin family’s Golden Core cultivators reacted swiftly. Jun Qi leapt to Jun Xuan’s side with a single bound, his life-bound sword raised, ready for battle. The other six Golden Core cultivators of the Jun family each summoned their own life-bound magical artifacts, poised in their hands.

She also learned from Cai Zhiyao of Fu Moran’s true purpose in joining the army; it was never to return as a commander and marry her, but rather to search for her father’s whereabouts.

Li Qingfeng was momentarily puzzled. It never occurred to him that anyone would be tracking him, so he paid no mind to anyone who might have approached.

“Even so, how should we proceed with the investigation?” Pan An asked. “First, we must confirm the authenticity of this incident before we can take the next step, right?”

“Remember to come home earlier from now on. Look, it’s already dark,” Zhou Ping scolded in the tone of an older brother.

Many were overcome with grief and anger after Zhang Yuji’s death. But Zhang Xue could not afford such luxury; she had to be strong, for more important matters awaited her.

“He probably won’t return for now. If you find anything, just call me directly at this number,” Ye Qingcheng said, unwilling to dwell on the other implication in his words.

They rushed onward for a full two hours before reaching the place the old “Hun” had described—a desolate wasteland surrounded by ruined walls and toppled embankments. From these remnants, it was evident that this had once been a city, now buried beneath the sands of time.

But at that moment, his advancement abruptly halted. The person who had been waiting anxiously finally spoke, watching Lu Ye as if regarding a primordial beast, readying his best defensive stance. Yet Lu Ye remained still, eyes closed, attuned to the currents of fate.

Only then did Murong Jue reveal a satisfied expression. He raised a finger, and Qifeng, catching the signal, shifted the cold sword away from the jailer’s throat.

Even if this ancient sword held no hidden power, it was still a relic passed down for a thousand years—a priceless antique.

The lights in the courtyard burned bright; the car sat silently in the drive, its interior aglow. Nan Qing’s gaze, once icy, now brimmed with fervent desire.

And then, it was her own mother and younger brother. A month later, her last relative in this world—her grandfather.