Volume 1, Chapter 22: A Dazzling Array of Techniques

“How dare you show disrespect to the elder! You…”

The registering disciple was about to reprimand him, but Elder Zhao raised his hand to stop him. His cloudy eyes blinked as he took the token in both hands, examining it carefully.

After a moment, he looked at Jiang Mu with a puzzled expression and asked, “Who gave you this token?”

“Hmph! Where is your master? Why hasn’t he come to receive me?” Qu Ling glanced behind Ye Feng with a hint of dissatisfaction. “That wretch didn’t even come personally—how outrageous,” he cursed silently.

Yet at this moment, he no longer hesitated. With Yue Shan and Mu Wushen present, and considering that this Southern Wilds region was mostly inhabited by savages and spirit beasts, with few strong humans or spirit clans from the North venturing here, he felt secure enough.

This was no exaggeration. This place had nearly been subjected to a government quarantine policy, but due to the vast scope involved, it never came to pass. As a result, this district remains the most chaotic in the entire Dongling City.

“Do you truly understand him?” Liu Ye almost spoke but swallowed his words. People only believe what they want to believe; saying more was futile.

“Father, are you off duty now?” Xing’er waited a while, and when Long Xiang arrived, they walked side by side.

Upon hearing this, Xue Zhihong’s expression shifted slightly, hesitating. At the same time, Madam Xue looked on with reluctance as Xue Junjie parted from her son. Any parent would find such separation difficult.

Masters of the dark arts were not like warriors from righteous sects; they had truly emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. These people were ruthless and decisive, showing no mercy to their enemies.

The Heavenly Light Jade Crystal was continuously refined, purging all impurities until only a cluster of shimmering, crystalline light remained, sparkling like stars in the sky, dazzling and beautiful.

In the police station’s interrogation room, Lin Feng and He Ting were conducting a routine interrogation. Lin Feng could only feel helpless but had to keep answering in this way. Though he was a hero for beating up thugs, he was treated the same as a hooligan. It was impossible for Lin Feng not to feel frustrated.

Now Qin Yang realized that the golden light was the transformation of the Geng Dragon, which had been tempered in the True Fire of Taiyin. For some unknown reason, it suddenly flew out from the Heavenly Fiend Palace, traversed time, and saved Qin Yang’s life.

Wang Yi straightforwardly revealed the plan he and Song Rao had agreed on in advance. After all, once they reached the imperial capital, his parents would find out sooner or later.

“What?! The Qiu Mountain team? You’re taking that mission?!” The clerk at the service window was startled. Of course, they knew the Qiu Mountain team was only established yesterday and had just fifty mercenaries.

Seeing the surrounding murmurs, he wanted to explain that it was just a momentary lapse, even intended to plead for just one chance.

Immediately, he took out dozens of spell manuals and cultivation guides from his collection, then casually grabbed one spell manual to exchange for points.

Both of them nodded in agreement, but then suddenly realized the way An Zhe was addressing them.

Though she was the Demon-Slaying General of the Heavenly Realm and had pointed her sword at the Demon World multiple times, compared to the Demon Lord Yun Li, she had little direct contact with Yun Hui.

He hid on Qing Ge’s collar and simply crossed the barrier like that, leaving the Heavenly Realm.

Beside them, Bai Chen joked that he didn’t understand why Li Yun chose such a carefree posture when leaving his own Daoist temple—what kind of mindset was that?

After speaking, he raised his index and middle fingers before his face and rapidly chanted an incantation. Red light instantly flickered on those two fingers.

Just as his figure vanished outside the door, a slightly plump figure entered the harbor gate, glanced around, then fixed his gaze on Mr. Du, striding toward that reserved booth.