Volume One, Chapter 22: Scaling the Wall

Wang Zheng had no choice but to lower his voice and reveal everything in detail, leaving Zhuang Qingqing speechless.

Lin Jiuniang helped Han Caiwei into a half-reclining position on the bed. Just as she turned to leave, Han Caiwei grabbed her wrist.

So, we began to bid him farewell one by one. I spoke earnestly to "Shanshan," telling her to cherish each other and never let her sincerity be hurt. "Shanshan" agreed. At the same time, she asked where I was going next. I replied that I would wander around Xuancheng for a bit and might head home today or perhaps tomorrow.

Hearing this, Qin Sheng’s expression darkened instantly. He turned his head toward the assassin, a flash of murderous intent flickering in his eyes.

Huo Yibei was a man who held himself to strict standards; he never allowed himself to make mistakes in either his work or his personal life.

The white-haired man spoke with a doting, teasing tone, though it was clear he was in high spirits.

This golden character was larger than all the names above it, gleaming with a brilliant golden light.

"Mother, wait a moment. You haven't eaten yet; please have something." Liu Silang hurried out with a bowl of white rice, topped with the rare sight of an egg and some greens.

Liu Dingtian bowed politely to the middle-aged man and prepared to leave. He had more important things to attend to and did not intend to waste any more time here.

The youth in white robes carrying a sword who had suddenly appeared was none other than Duyuan. Since disappearing from Yueyang Tower alongside Situ Feng, he had now reappeared in the heart of Yueyang City, within the tall, luxurious, and magnificent circular arena of the Shen family fortress.

Liu Dingtian stopped insisting. Since it had come to this, everyone knew the situation, and there was no other way.

"Heh, I never expected them to go head-to-head with the Heavenly Team. I only wanted them to delay things for a while," Ali said without looking back.

They had never paid much attention to their past experiences, but after hearing Qi Hao’s words, they felt like crying. So, this is what it felt like to be pampered and cherished.

Chu Hong naturally noticed the expressions of others. Her face turned red then pale. She wanted to explain but could not bring herself to speak; after all, she had witnessed the beginning of that erotic scene—how could she even describe it?

Xiu Bing found these people very strange. There was a faint sense of familiarity, as if he had seen them before, but he just couldn't recall where.

Looking at his three disciples, Yun Chen secretly wiped away cold sweat, but he wasted no time and recounted the affair regarding Sun Dahai.

"But that is the will of the Second Young Master of the Shen family. If we do not follow him, it may be to our disadvantage," another elder advised.

"Boom... boom..." At that very moment, harmonious sounds echoed from afar, as if from a celestial realm. Bell-like chimes resonated from the distance, where a grand, golden building bathed in ten thousand rays of light emerged above the white, misty mountain peaks.

She touched the Azure Dragon, then the White Tiger... she went around touching the four divine beast statues as if to ensure each received equal attention. She circled back to touch them again, finally stopping before the Azure Dragon. Suppressing her inner excitement, she asked Yuxi what the purpose of these statues was.

As Li Yundong was pondering, a thought struck him. He remembered Kris mentioning earlier that Su Chan had used an illusion array to trap Xuling and Xukong. Surely they had not escaped yet; why not take this opportunity to prepare well before they broke free?

It was clear that after joining the demonic forces, the entire Long-horned tribe, starting with their leader Moses, had been transformed, shifting from beings of the Abyss to true demonic creatures. If one wished to see a real Long-horned clansman, they would likely have to enter the Abyssal world to find them, though perhaps a few might remain.

However, one thing was certain: Sutu’s transformation was tied to that single horn. Previously, Sutu’s wind-attribute attacks had no color, but now, whatever he did emitted a faint green glow, undoubtedly due to that horn.

Li Yundong was like a man who had swallowed a bitter herb—he had to suffer in silence. He had been goaded by the Celestial Master into a duel under such unfavorable conditions. Seeing the opponent’s arrogant opening strike, he was so enraged that he chose to engage in close-quarters combat.

She had not yet met the Vermilion Bird in person. Occasionally, she thought about how this was the man her Senior Sister Bai had once pledged her life to, and the sensation was strangely profound.

Upon hearing Long Aotian’s words, An Ye Zhan nodded solemnly. His hands began to move rapidly, weaving intricate seals that flew into Long Aotian’s body. In an instant, Long Aotian was enveloped in golden light.

Time slipped away bit by bit. Under the leadership of Lang Ya, the three thousand demon soldiers succeeded one by one in cultivating the Universe Roaming Art, entering the Dark Temple of the Taiyi Universe to receive their inheritance.

Gu Xiaomeng turned back. She was alone, dressed in mourning white, hanging white spirit banners one by one throughout the room.

Sun Xiao opened her eyes. As she turned over, she caught a familiar scent. It wasn't the scent of that girl Qiao Xia; this scent was filled with the presence of a man.

"Is there a potion in the pugilistic world that can make someone disappear without a trace? Have you heard of such a thing, Brother Nalan?" Bi Haitian asked.

Wang Chen looked down at his clothes, which had been torn by a mere gust of wind, and a flicker of vigilance appeared in his eyes.

She looked up abruptly, pointing a trembling, white-knuckled finger at Yun Xi across from her, her teeth gritted in resentment.

Li Xiyin stared up at Mu Bei, his gaze vacant and unresponsive, as if he were lost in deep thought.

Tomorrow would be the first of June, and he needed to prepare for his departure. Wang Chen already knew the location of the Ancient Martial Arts Supreme Championship. Although Jingkong Mountain was secluded, it was a place Wang Chen had heard of.

Previously, when Xue Tian died, his body was about to return to the earth, but it was he who had used time-stasis to preserve the corpse.

Liu Miao felt a bit nervous. She didn't know what kind of information it would be, but she hoped it would be helpful for her work.

With a "clatter," the originally pitch-black stone pillar began to vibrate, and the stones upon it began to flake off bit by bit.

Presumably, the sect hoped that by contributing some effort this time, they might be able to claim a share when the Spirit Realm opened later on.

Qing Rang’s cheeks flushed red, and she struggled to break free from his embrace. "You rogue, go back to your flower house!" With that, she gathered her long skirt and returned to her room.