Volume 1, Chapter 31: Countdown to Sweetness

Lin Qingwan took Chu Linyuan’s hand and pressed a kiss to his palm.

"Fine." Ning Hao did not want to argue further with Lily; after all, they were on campus, and it would not look good if someone saw them.

The three of us turned simultaneously to look at the person. It was an old man dressed in a white robe, sporting a long beard and the ethereal appearance of a sage.

She did not know how else to help her. Besides, she knew clearly that she and Lou Yun were simply not a match, as Lou Yun was somewhat dull, and his temperament did not align with hers.

Wu Lei still wanted to sow discord, but Yang Tian had already closed in. Channeling spiritual energy into his palm, he struck out, landing a blow squarely on Wu Lei.

Behind them, seeing that Lan Zhan had recovered, Chen Tianhao’s eyes flashed with a hint of fear, and he quickly fled.

[Backlight Palm]: A melee attack used against a single target, dealing physical damage. When the target is in a slowed state, Backlight Palm is guaranteed to land a critical hit.

Every time I asked him why he drew so many talismans, his reply was always the same: to be prepared for a rainy day.

This left everyone puzzled, but none of them could have guessed that Shen Lang had only risen to prominence within the past year. Had they known, they would not have been confused—they would have been stunned.

This was the Sacred Land of the Morning Sun, not his own Death God Sect; even if Bo Xun were to go on a killing spree here, he would not feel a shred of remorse.

"That was my intention all along. The people in the Profound Realm have enjoyed peace for far too long; we must stir up some trouble for them. If one does not contemplate danger while living in peace, disaster will surely follow," the person sitting on the right replied with a faint smile.

The man had the ears and eyes of a rat, and beneath a long, equine face, he revealed a set of yellowed teeth—likely the result of drinking water with too much fluoride.

Even when faced with such intense, obsessive hatred, the man’s expression remained entirely unmoved, for he had encountered such glares countless times before, and all those who bore them had since become frozen statues.

In less than six breaths, the hand Hao Lingzi used to grip the whip began to tremble, blood flowing incessantly. Yet, regardless of the pain, Hao Lingzi showed no intention of letting go.

Ma Xiaoquan exhaled, having finally managed to hoodwink Sun Quan. He couldn't just bring this thing out so easily again; if someone else saw it, wouldn't they all start asking questions?

Cai Fang watched Zhang Liuliang from afar, a smile on her face, devoid of any cold, distant expression.

"Fourth Prince, although you claim to have vast supernatural powers, you are not a true god. What makes you think you know everything? Besides, even gods are not necessarily omniscient," Fang Xiaowu said.

At that moment, Lin Wuque’s face turned incredibly solemn. The suppressive power of the Buddhist sect flooded into his body, making him feel as though his body and soul were trapped, unable to move.

When the middle-aged man came into view, a gasp rose from the onlookers, followed by a wave of murmurs throughout the crowd.

He then lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, and slowly brought the glowing red ember toward the exposed fuse.

These words could only be heard by Meng Tian, who was closest to her. It was said that the fourth level required the Dao-Jiequan to unlock, and he could sense a hint of tension radiating from his cousin.

"Those people have already gone up ahead. What should we do?" Hu Mengya asked, pointing toward those climbing the mountain.

A massive palm descended abruptly from the sky, piercing the void and tearing through obstacles, unleashing infinite power with frantic intensity.