Volume 1 Chapter 28 Deliberate Obstruction

The final five eyes were pierced one after another with a series of sharp “thuds,” splattering black blood everywhere.

Normally, such an opportunity would never arise, for the Jiang family could not bear to hear of these matters, fearing they might stir painful memories; and Jiang Xiangsheng never brought them up on his own. Now that the chance had come, how could they not be stirred?

Ke Chen stepped before her, effortlessly catching a pink fist that came flying at him, a mischievous smile playing across his face.

With a humming sound, the yellow talisman burst into flames as if by magic, instantly turning to ash.

The best approach he could think of was to have Jin Ling protect Xiao Niannian closely while simultaneously studying through the phone and computer at any moment.

“This version of me here isn’t the real me either; it’s merely a fragment of my soul,” the ancient ancestor of the Mei family said.

The tribal elder cried out in surprise as an old, worn peachwood sword surprisingly blocked his sacred blade.

In the end, no one dared come near him, so he set aside the stone hammer and struck his own forehead twice.

Looking at Lu Qianxue, who was soaking wet, hair plastered to her face, anxiously gazing at him, Chen Le smiled gently.

To compel the high officials in the stands to kneel and to pardon the entire realm with a single word—except for the ministers at court, few possessed such power.

“Liang Shisun is too good at spinning tales; such reasons would fool no one! Mountain bandits fear the government offices, which is why they hide in Jinyun Mountain. How could they dare to rob people right outside the office?”

The Yeyan tribe was born from the Palace Tent Tribe. To understand the Palace Tent Tribe, one must first mention its counterpart, the Kin Tent Tribe.

Shen Lingqing watched the person on the sickbed fall asleep, her face lit with a radiant smile so striking it almost hurt to look at.

Tanna had long anticipated Song Yi’s reaction. Yet at this moment, facing his seething rage, she still felt a wave of apprehension.

Si Xin’s mother sighed and said, “Child, your cousin hasn’t been home since he entered Dragon and Tiger Mountain all these years. If you won’t go, I’ll arrange for someone else.”

Qi Ran poured water for him and made him drink. She looked at him, troubled by his headache, then after a moment’s thought decided to call his family. Just as she reached for his phone, Song Yi suddenly sat up, opened his eyes, and stared straight at Qi Ran.

Since fate had brought them together, Ning Yue chose to face it squarely, offering a proper greeting with a faint, steady smile upon her lips.

Above the center of the conference hall was a hollow opening, allowing a shaft of blazing sunlight to pour directly onto the round platform below.

Amidst a chorus of astonishment, Lu Yang returned to his seat. Song Sisi, Bai Mingyi, Song Yunyi, and the surrounding guild leaders gazed at him as if he were a superhero.

Unexpectedly, the wine given by the old man Yanjiu had such miraculous effects—far surpassing the efficacy of the elixirs in the cultivation world by hundreds or thousands of times. Xiao Ye, disregarding all else, began refining these true energies right there in the pavilion.

Qiu Tingxuan smiled without a word, ordered the servant to harness the carriage, and sent Wang Ping’an back to Wuli Village.

At the same time, Xiang’er approached and asked, “Old Song, Ziyan, are you all right?” The old wine lover shook his head, wearing a bitter smile, while even the usually lively Ziyan hung her head silently.

Su Lingqing took a deep breath and nodded slowly. In her gaze toward Qin Mubai, a flicker of unease and fear appeared.

“Not dead? Impossible. Last time we couldn’t detect any trace of him at all,” Yu Qingcheng muttered to herself.

The Ice-eyed Demon Serpent complied and donned the garment, feeling a strange sensation—a desire to shed tears. Could this be what humans call being touched? It was truly marvelous.

“Mother, now that my strength has grown, as long as I remain cautious, no one in the Divine Realm can harm me. Rest assured,” Han Fengxue said with a slight smile to Murong Qing.

But Dapeng didn’t understand. He curled his lips and said, “Master, this thing isn’t much use. Who can instantly increase their cultivation by a whole realm? Even if there are such cases, they’re exceedingly rare.” He spoke dismissively.

Yang recited Buddhist scriptures for quite some time before rising. The hosting monk led her to the Wish-fulfillment Pool, which was just a large bronze basin, and invited her to offer incense money. Yang took off a string of pearls from her wrist and tossed them into the basin.

Xiahou Zhaoyang’s face brightened. His mission was accomplished; tonight’s journey was not in vain. He had come specifically for this matter. Lan Ying, sensing the lighter mood, curiously asked, “What kind of cooperation do you have?” Her question drew the attention of everyone present.

With a “swish,” a miniature Killer Queen, barely a dozen centimeters tall, appeared from nowhere. With bare hands, it blocked the incoming blade, surprising Ignier with its strength despite its small size. Even he couldn’t push the kitchen knife any closer.

“I will personally be your target master. Let’s begin!” Hermann raised his boxing mitts and shouted loudly.

A cold glint flickered in Zhao Peng’s eyes. Though well concealed, Qin Yue still caught it.

At that moment, he stood on the high platform holding a loudspeaker, looking painfully heartbroken at the immature students below.

Yet, though Yi Nan was startled, he remained remarkably calm—his nature was to grow steadier amid crisis.