Volume 1, Chapter 36: Fleeing in Disarray

With a hearty burst of laughter, the voice gradually faded into the distance until it could no longer be heard. Xiao Moyu saw the red dot representing the Thousand-Faced Hero disappear from the map, which meant she must be very close to the blank zone.

The power contained within the crossbow bolts was astonishing. Even the war blades held by the minotaurs were sent flying upon impact, and the repeated strikes rang out with crisp, metallic clangs.

"This situation means that Chi Rong has been captured and imprisoned, so she has no way to reach us," Liu Yuhang’s words made Xi Chen realize the truth as well.

That night, Ye Guang had to make do on the sofa. The cushions were too soft, and when he woke up the next morning, his entire body was aching. Checking the time, he saw it was past eight; it was time to get up, wash, eat breakfast, and head to work.

"Are you certain they intended to commit suicide, and were not performing some sort of sacrificial ritual?" Jennifer asked.

After finishing two egg yolk pies, Ye Guang felt much better. His stomach was settled, his mind was at ease, and in such a good mood, he decided to continue writing his screenplay.

Seeing Pu Xun completely absorbed in studying the strange architecture, the girls began to chat with the villagers about the origins of the monster, eventually bringing up the hanging coffins within the gatehouse.

Every silent cultivator knew of this mountain. It was famous because it was so tall, and like Weiyang City, it stood with the arrogant, high-profile defiance that shamed the cultivation world, for it was the tallest mountain in existence. Throughout the four seasons, clouds and rosy mists drifted from the mountain, never ceasing.

The leader of the Sha Sect was the very elder who had previously stood up for Jade Pure Mountain, only to be provoked by Xu Xuan and the Supreme of the Eastern Marsh. The moment he saw Xu Xuan, his eyes burned with the intense hatred of a man encountering his mortal enemy.

Standing on the rooftop of the Liu family villa, Lin Feng watched the fireworks filling the sky. In the past, he had merely admired the fireworks like a passerby, hurrying back to his own world afterwards. But today, he realized that he could also enjoy life under a different identity—it was truly wonderful.

Seeing her touch her own lips with a look of infatuation, he parted her red lips slightly and took her finger into his mouth. His tongue curled around it, licking it inch by inch with the same persistent devotion he showed when kissing every inch of her body. She blushed deeply, wanting to pull her hand away, but it was already too late.

The mountains were blanketed in lush pine forests, maples with leaves like burning flames, and clear, bottomless springs that wound through the terrain like white ribbons—a place truly full of sound, color, stillness, and motion.

***

Speaking of which, Liu Ruxi felt quite helpless. She had never realized before that Lin Feng could be so thick-skinned, yet she found herself so captivated by him that she had already surrendered everything to him.

Jiang Chengfeng raised his long sword to force back Zhou Yuanzhi, intending to step forward and cripple He Mengjiao’s martial arts.

"Master, a month after you left, a major event occurred in the capital of the Great Qi Empire. The eldest prince, Prince Jin, launched a coup, killing his father and brother to usurp the throne," Yun Shi said, his voice trembling slightly.

"Yucai, there is no need for hesitation in front of your master. Speak freely and tell me your thoughts on this matter." Li Bin valued Qian Yucai’s insights when it came to business affairs.

"No problem, the doors of the Tianyu Group are always open to you," Liu Ruxi said with a gentle nod.

The three of them chatted about their respective experiences on the road while eating and drinking. In particular, when Huifeng recounted the story of encountering the Black and White Fiends in Jiangzhou and the Longjiao Gang in Wuxue, Zhou Yuanzhi listened with rapt, wide-eyed attention.

At that moment, the head of Youtang Village led a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses toward the ancient tomb on the hilltop; he was clearly the so-called provincial archaeological expert.

Li He agreed with a calm expression, but inwardly he grew wary, considering whether he should fight Lin Kai and summon Yu to hold the line.

Lin Hai, of course, knew nothing of this, and even if he did, he would be happy to do it. After all, he held no affection for either family; in some respects, he was their enemy.

It is said that the Fantian Seal was a fragment of Mount Buzhou, possessing immense power and regarded as the weapon with the greatest offensive capability in the era of the Investiture of the Gods.

Leng Yuru was in the Sacred Realm chatting with Xian'er when suddenly, an irresistible force dragged her out of the realm.

The two had never seen Shao Li in such a flustered state before and found it quite strange. Furthermore, judging by his expression, it didn't look like he was lost in thought over a medical case, but rather as if he had been bewitched.

Seeing Wang Erhei hesitate, the servant grew anxious. He naturally knew of Wang Erhei’s prowess, and if Wang Erhei refused to go with him, there was truly nothing he could do.

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Scrambling to his feet, blood still gushing from his mouth, Qin Yu cursed inwardly. Judging by the angry roar, the one who had attacked him was none other than the bald giant.

Lin Kai was not entirely satisfied with the final point. He wanted something simpler, suggesting that regardless of the gifts, the audience on-site should simply vote from 1 to 100, with the platform handling the calculations.

Li He released the alloy plate and flexed his arm, which was still tingling from the recoil. He looked thoughtfully at the foul-smelling mess of meat on the wall. He searched around but found no trace of an energy crystal—could it be that, like some mutant beasts, it had to be coughed up by the creature itself?

He had gone to great lengths to travel to the country where Wei Sixian was vacationing. Although he hadn't found her yet, he now had a lead. At such a critical juncture, how could he possibly give up?

According to their plan, they were going to expose the scoundrel Oriental at the Huashan Sect, right in front of all the righteous practitioners in the world.

Wei Sixian took a taxi to a photography studio that had a long-term partnership with her company and began to select a gown with a serious expression.

Leila looked at Feng calmly and said, "Feng, I believe whatever you say. I just don't want you to hide anything from me. After all, we still have a very, very long time to be together." Having said this, she lowered her head in shyness.

The person before him was the one he cherished, and he dared not hope for more. Yet, knowing that he was equally important to the Red Fox, he could not describe the emotions swirling within him.

She was currently pursing her lips happily. Seeing Yang Tianchen looking at her, she blushed and buried her head in her meal.

She could have stayed out of it, but her argument with Zhang Qian had been witnessed by others, and before she could deal with her clothes, she had been reported.

Watching Fang Zheng’s back, Wang He gritted his teeth. He didn't really want to follow Fang Zheng, but given the current circumstances, he had no choice. After all, if Fang Zheng died in there, he wouldn't be able to escape his own fate either; he could only bite the bullet and bet that their luck would hold out.