Volume One, Chapter 29: Returning the Book

Xuanwu hesitated, for Azure Dragon had struck a nerve; he truly was feeling quite uneasy. Even when the Sages of Black and White remained in seclusion, Azure Dragon had consistently maintained a dominant grip over the Council of Elders and the Demon Lands.

What made it most unbearable was that after doing all this, Qi Tian-Shou still asked King Malu and King Unicorn with a beaming smile if they were satisfied with his actions.

Seeing the trial system page for the Immortals, Qi Tian-Shou noted that Red Boy’s trial was not yet complete, having only reached about ninety percent.

"Disciple, get rid of it! You know how much your master detests snakes!" Letting go of Mei Ziyan's sleeve, Mu Cheng flicked his index finger before the green snake, which then obediently crawled along his finger, coiled around his wrist, and vanished into his sleeve.

Thus, they either had no desire to intervene or were tacitly supporting Jiang Hai’s intentions, waiting at this very moment to see his next move and whether he would ultimately succeed.

The loose immortal of Taiyi stumbled, not daring to utter another word, and vanished in a flash into the mountain gate of the Holy Fire Sect. He had not been particularly eager to "announce" Qi Tian-Shou's arrival.

In the eyes of the Ghost Dragon, humans were creatures driven by greed for slaughter, capable of abandoning their friends without a second thought. He despised them, yet seeing this particular human, he felt a flicker of surprise.

The main altar of the Blazing Fire Sect was located in an underground palace within the Helan Mountains. However, the mountains were high and the forests dense, with the entrance so well-hidden that without a massive search effort, one could spend weeks without discovering a thing.

It was precisely for this reason that Rommel regarded Italians as foolish and frivolous simpletons, believing they wasted the better part of their lives on superficialities.

Yet, there was a simpler method to locate the Gen trigram: wherever the aura was weakest, that was where the Gen trigram lay.

Wang Junkai sat in his chair, fingers gently plucking at his guitar, his crisp, cool voice drifting out from the microphone. Occasionally, he would exchange a smile with Qianxi and Wang Yuan. Without realizing when it started, the fans below the stage began to wipe away tears in secret; it had not been easy, but after ten years, they had finally done it.

"My Lord, instead of wasting your time here in a rage, why not turn left and head to the infirmary to have your brain treated?" Jing Yunruo curled her lip in indifference, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Zhao Jing expected Zhao Ning to strike back with veiled hostility, but to her surprise, Zhao Ning remained remarkably calm, even appearing to wear a faint smirk on her lips.

Glancing around, one could occasionally spot powerful figures blatantly monitoring the South Heaven Gate.

Seeing Zhao Yunxue’s actions, the two sisters turned with unspoken coordination, preparing to enter through another gate shortly.

It was not that their treatment was poor; on the contrary, compared to all other factions in the Immortal Realm, their conditions were actually quite decent.

However, Bai Mengmeng never called back, and he had forgotten all about the matter, casting it to the back of his mind.

After a moment of contemplation, Li Mingzhu voiced her thoughts. There was no starlight in the Black Prison, nor was there day; there was only the endless night.

"No need, the company comes first." Ye Nian’an was truly not just offering empty pleasantries. She would occasionally visit Ye Xinghe; when he was busy, his phone rang incessantly and meetings were constant. It was rare for him to have a moment of leisure, and even then, he would grow tense the moment his phone chimed.

You Cai did not care about causing a scene; in fact, his entire purpose for coming today was to stir up trouble. Of course, he also had a slight desire to experience the atmosphere of a nightclub; otherwise, how could he have left Mio home alone?

Perhaps afraid that I would pull his hands away and abandon him, Jiajia held onto me with all his might. Even the hardest heart would have softened.

Li Qing hesitated for a moment, but before he could speak, Xie Yuyan had already brushed past him and entered the room.

"As for my name, my surname is Shuai and my given name is Ge; you can call me 'Handsome' from now on," Tang Yu said with a straight face.

Lu Yucheng sighed involuntarily, his deep, husky voice sounding particularly lingering and enchanting.

With a flick of his hand, Gu Yue yanked the large centipede out and slammed it directly onto the ground.

At nine o'clock, the two took a taxi to the Aurora Entertainment City. Lu Yucheng, dressed in a beige casual outfit, was in the middle of a photo shoot for an outdoor scene; every gesture he made carried an air of natural authority.

Regarding Mu Si-yin’s unreasonable accusations, He Tingyu accepted them with good grace, though the amused, mocking look in his eyes left her feeling stifled.

"It’s the Department of Justice," Jiang Yu corrected, leading him further inside. They passed through rows of eerie, metallic doors before finally coming to a halt.

After finding a slightly cleaner spot, Xiao Tian sat on the ground with Sikong Shaoyang, while the others dispersed. The remaining twelve men on Sikong Shaoyang's side, however, were now watching them with extreme vigilance, looking deeply uneasy.

Another elderly man with a long face, skilled in fire-elemental arts, stepped forward. He rubbed his palms together, and flames began to surge within them, growing increasingly intense until they leaped over three feet high, illuminating his wrinkled face in a crimson glow.

Heart palpitations—in modern terms, heart disease—was a condition with an incredibly high incidence rate and no known cure. In ancient times, one could only wait for death. But as he had said, for the elderly, there might be room for discussion, yet one was a young person in their teens or twenties, and the other was only in their forties.

Listening to Qin Feng’s words, Xiao Tian let out a long, weary sigh, as if trying to exhale all the pent-up frustration in his heart, his expression grave to the extreme.

Su Chen could hear the helplessness in Hua Jianfeng's tone, but his generosity was no less than anyone else's. "To die without regret"—how many could match such spirit? Even on the battlefield, there were soldiers who would wet their pants in fear; Su Chen was well aware of the heavy burden Hua Jianfeng carried.

The area around Xiao Ping’s quarters was guarded by layers of sentries; unless one possessed a decree from the head of the family, no one was permitted to visit.

"Lay him down on the ground first! Let's treat the wounds and let him rest," she said to Ziyi and the others, instructing those who were uninjured to bandage the wounds of the others. She then went to her godfather’s side, personally checking his injuries and applying medicine.