Chapter 61: A Date on Riverside Street

Jiang Yuan was half-convinced. Wrapped in a thick coat and wearing fluffy slippers, she stepped outside and opened the gate. Sure enough, in the moonlight, Cheng Yubai was leaning lazily against the black car. She let out an excited shriek and raced toward him.

Cheng Yubai hadn’t expected such an enthusiastic welcome. In an instant, the weeks of restlessness and frustration melted away. He opened his arms and swept her off her feet.

Jiang Yuan was so surprised and delighted that she wrapped her legs around Cheng Yubai’s waist and cupped his handsome face in both hands. Beneath the moonlight, …

Baptis waved a hand and hurried into Roujiamo’s battered shop. He found a spot, lit the opium lamp, and began puffing clouds of smoke. A henchman who looked like a steward pulled a purse from his belt, counted out thirteen gold coins, and tossed them at Roujiamo’s feet.

As the hosts, Zhao Yun and Yu Jin went out of their way to ply Guo Jia and the others with drink until they were dead drunk. The soldiers of all three armies drank without restraint, too. Naturally, someone else was assigned to keep watch.

Dong Zhuo appointed his brothers, nephews, and other relatives to high office and seized control of the court, reducing the emperor to a mere puppet.

My inheritance of the Great Dao is imprinted deep within my soul. But I cannot sense the depths of my own soul at all. It is like an ordinary person’s liver: everyone knows they have one, but they can’t normally feel it or control it.

The Eastern Sword God was struck by my “Soul Hammer.” In an instant, a hammer of spiritual force appeared in his sea of consciousness and pounded his soul. His whole body jolted. Taken completely by surprise by the spiritual sneak attack, he broke out in a cold sweat.

The two riders galloped on, pursuing them for about the time it takes an incense stick to burn. At last, they glimpsed a carriage winding through the snow ahead. Once they could hear the carriage rolling along, they urged their horses on again and sped after it like the wind.

“By the tradition of inheritance from father to son, Emperor Shad is, in fact, the most legitimate successor,” Zhu de Mu added.

Once the man took the stage, he declared loudly, “I am Wang Yihu, Prince of Lujiang. I have come to seek a few pointers from the Ming Cult’s Dharma King Juming.” Dharma King Juming smiled faintly and, in halting Chinese, said, “Please.” Then he stood unarmed, facing Wang Yihu.

“I am Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King!” Bai Bao did not recognize Yang Song, so he treated them rather rudely.

I froze, unsure where she had heard that. But in a sense, she did have a point.

It was already unusual that the two of them had come here at all. Given the auction house’s reputation and standing, they had almost never attended the clan tournament before. This time, however, they had shown up, and none of the Four Great Families could figure out why.

The six were core disciples. Only if they could bring the strength of ten thousand people to bear would they become pillars of the sect when the Immortal Sword Sect’s strongholds faced a beast tide, living up to their status as core disciples.

Lin Ke was broke and couldn’t even make his bank loan payments. So he immediately took out another loan to pay off the previous one.

Giovanni clearly didn’t trust him completely, so he didn’t meet with Lin Ke in person. Instead, he sent his son to speak with him. That way, he wouldn’t leave himself too exposed, while also keeping Lin Ke from feeling slighted.

The Void Realm was vast beyond measure. For billions of martial artists, an achievement like this was beyond reach even after a lifetime of effort. To attain such heights would make death itself worthwhile.

As good friends, they could neither interfere too much nor try to make the others conform to their own point of view. All they could do was offer a few suggestions as bystanders.

She formed another hand seal. The leaves gathered into the “Ten Thousand Leaf Doppelgänger,” which she again bound with shackles as a disguise.

Murong Wudi’s face was frighteningly dark, too. Ruo Qianxue hurriedly led Murong Qian to sit beside her and comforted her. Only then did Murong Qian calm down a little and stop making a scene.

“This is exactly what worries me, Dragon Lord. A Soul-Summoning Formation doesn’t require much to set up, but the instant it takes shape, every wandering spirit within a hundred li will be drawn to it. We’ll immediately become a target for all of them—and the person performing the summoning will be in the greatest danger.” The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon furrowed his brow.