Volume 1, Chapter 30: Calling for the Guardians

Ye Yanran’s expression stiffened, then her face flushed a deep crimson. She lowered her head abruptly, not daring to meet Fang Qingwei’s gaze.

"It is actually quite simple. Once the formation at your training grounds is broken, you can enter," Fang Qingwei said slowly, as if shattering such a formation were a trivial task for him.

However, Bian Bi’an, who possessed the ancient supernatural ability known as the Art of Perception, could state with absolute certainty that these four individuals were also members of the Gan-Zhi Society.

Ling Jing felt a sense of bewilderment. He could not explain why he had picked her up, nor did he know what he was supposed to do next.

Dao Tianxing, however, showed no trace of surprise. She had long known of Chu Nian’s sudden visit, and having seen Zhou Yong arrive shortly before, she understood Chu Nian’s intentions.

Nan Wei trembled upon hearing this. She wanted to ask Chu Nian how he knew, but when she met his eyes, she could not bring herself to speak.

Chi Yuankui felt a figure flash past him; turning his head, he saw the City Lord, Wu Zhong, already standing beside him in his blue robes.

Perhaps Hu Youdao was merely infatuated with Zhao Ning'er’s beauty, though not yet to the point of losing his senses.

Suddenly, a chill swept through his entire body, causing Ye Feng to open his eyes in the real world.

"It is nothing, thank you." Upon hearing her words, Ye Feng frowned slightly. After thanking Murong Su, he returned to his room, his brow furrowing deeper as he stared at the oiled paper in his hand.

Liu Ziyue nodded, stepped down from the couch, and began to pace the room with her hands behind her back, head slightly bowed in deep thought. *Jin Xin, Jin Xing.* There was no doubt that Jin Xing was the one who had the items sent to the Prince Xian’s manor. But why would Jin Xing send the Eight-Treasure Cake, and what was the meaning behind the phrase, "Eight-Eight-Eight-Treasure Cake"?

"The eldest son of the Xu family is not a fool. On the contrary, he is steady and methodical, even a bit like his father. He is a rare catch," Xun Gufeng said patiently.

Even if it were some remarkable anniversary, was there any need to rush into her room and startle her like that?

"Mother—" Xu Zhihu stopped his mother and led her back into the room. Seeing her anxious state, he felt a pang of heartache. He did not fear that his proud mother would dislike the child he had fathered outside, but he dreaded this current situation. Like his sister, he was an unfilial son.

"Hello, Second Uncle." Huang Ying felt awkward, as this man before her was, for all intents and purposes, a stranger.

Over this period, Yun Xin had come to understand his temperament somewhat, so she did not take his anger to heart.

Perhaps because she had been hungry for so long that her sense of taste had dulled, Jiu Ge did not find the concoction bitter and drank it all in one breath.

The victim’s father was away on business, so the mother brought a man into the house. The victim suddenly returned home, caught them in the act, and screamed at her mother, threatening to tell her father.

The Northern Frontier was a city with a vast divide between wealth and poverty. The families of herdsmen and government merchants generally had high incomes, rivaling those of families in the capital, while the common folk were far more impoverished.

Because this object had nearly cost her brother and her their lives, she wished it had never appeared at all. She did not value it, and made a gesture as if to throw it away.

"Ring, ring..." Just as Lin Fei finished his meal, his phone rang. He pulled it out to find the number of Situ Dongmei displayed on the screen.

"Eh, what is wrong? Why is your face so pale? Did I say something wrong?" Jiang Kailan looked innocent, tilting his head with a smirk. The effeminate man’s face had already turned the color of a pig's liver.

Outside the crystal teleportation array, several guardian war robots immediately snapped into a standard military salute when they saw Du Yuan walking toward them from afar.

However, although that may be true, throughout history, countless people have fallen on the path between the Source-Transforming Realm and the Source-Returning Realm. Therefore, even after successfully stepping into the Source-Transforming Realm, one must work even harder on the path of cultivation, moving forward steadily, step by step, to have any hope of breaking through.

Chen Feng shook his head helplessly, knowing that his earlier display had indeed frightened the other party, but there was no helping it.

Perhaps because the business had only recently opened, there were not many customers daily. Now that one had finally arrived, Lin Fei naturally would not let them leave.

Li Ling arranged everything in the manor and set off with Wu Sheng and the two Hu brothers who had come from Jiankun.

"Rest assured, I will work hard," Xiang Dongliang said solemnly, his face alight with excitement. It was the first time the usually stoic and prudent Wang Zexi had explicitly stated his support.

Just a moment ago, Long Er had challenged Kameda Kazuya to take three of his strikes. He had even boasted with supreme arrogance that if Kameda could not withstand them, all the martial artists of the Japanese ninja world must get out of China! He acted as if he could crush anyone, leading everyone to believe he was incredibly powerful.

His gaze suddenly froze as he saw the clouds above the park silently change color, emitting a dazzling radiance.

The Dark Veil was related to Dark-type energy, and Gangye’s psychic powers were severely suppressed, making them difficult to use.

Dorasena glanced toward the helicopter, but not seeing her other subordinate, she asked with a look of confusion.

"Don't touch me! Did I tell you to come down?" A pair of hands suddenly grabbed her by the neck, dragging her backward repeatedly.

She felt a bit dizzy and flushed all over, so she went into the courtyard to catch some air, but suddenly, everything went black, and she fainted.

The man with long, flowing hair and slightly narrowed eyes flashed a hint of curiosity upon seeing Kuchiki Souya.

Shiba Kaien, the man who should have been dead in history, also gazed at the back of Shihouin Sougo.

Following the entry of Aizen’s followers and the traitors of the Soul Society, the first to arrive and occupy the third seat to the right of Aizen was a youth dressed in white, wearing a crown.

Thus, while speaking, he had already grabbed his clothes from the side and begun to put them on. Just as he was about to give a few more instructions, he heard voices coming from the other end of the phone, as if someone were calling out Wu Qi’s name.