Volume One, Chapter 144: The Matter Grows Increasingly Perplexing

Feng Yizhou brought the car to a steady stop by the roadside. Turning slightly, he fixed his gaze on Li Ruochu, his expression grave. “Chuchu, don’t you think there’s someone rather suspicious?”

At those words, Li Ruochu’s brows drew tightly together. Several figures flashed through her mind, and after a moment she asked tentatively, “You mean Brother Yize?”

In truth, she had already faintly guessed as much when Feng Yizhou began speaking.

But Yize was the brother who had grown up with her from childhood. They shared a deep bond, and from the bottom of her heart, she was unwilling to believe that he could be the sort of person who would do such a thing.

“Recently, the company has had dealings with him...”

Tang Jun’s assault had left them almost completely unprepared. Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined that, while they themselves had intended to attack Tang Jun, Tang Jun would catch them off guard instead.

Elsewhere, after Haotian slipped underground, he dared not move an inch, fearing that Hongjun’s Dao of Natural Law would discover him. Only when Hongjun joined the battle and had no attention to spare did he continue burrowing deeper into the earth.

Qinu deliberately paused there, speaking vaguely as he glanced toward Xiangyu, silently asking whether he should continue with her present.

The Primordial World was far from lacking in strange cultivators. Some had once expounded the method of refining form through lunar yin: after the corpses of living beings had been buried for several centuries, they would, upon reaching the appointed term, transform into evil energy. When the corpse of one newly dead was infused with that energy and then absorbed yang energy as well, yin and yang would fall into disorder. Borrowing living breath, the corpse would undergo a transformation. At the moment of death, the soul dispersed while the corporeal spirit lingered, and thus a peculiar existence was formed.

The players from both sides had returned to the field, and the second half officially began when the referee’s whistle sounded.

That dream jolted me awake. It left me with an ominous feeling, so I kept telling myself again and again that it was only a dream and could not be taken as an omen.

“Good one, Li Zhuang. Take this sword!” Huang Xing shouted. He lunged forward and struck with his sword, while Li Zhuang did not dodge, instead swinging the great hammer in his hand with a thunderous roar.

At the same time, Su Yuan and Zhou Ping nearly wished they could chop Leng Tian into pieces. Damn it, was Aotian someone they could afford to provoke? Behind him stood two colossal powers—the Blackheaven Academy and the Purplegold Merchant Guild. If the Azurecloud Sect wanted to seek death, why drag them into it?

Feng Mangzhi and Hai Guanyu exchanged stunned glances. No one had expected Bao Huasheng’s words to be so fierce.

What Fang Yi did not know was that his actions had nearly plunged him into a fate of utter ruin.

“Is there really something there?” Luo Qi immediately hurried back into the cabin and examined himself in the mirror. The sight startled him badly. At some point, a silvery-white crescent mark had appeared on the upper right side of his forehead, and no matter how he rubbed it, it would not come off.

“Hahahaha, come on. I’m starting to like you.” Shinazugawa Sanemi threw back his head and laughed as he drew the Nichirin Sword from behind him. The entire blade shimmered with an inky green sheen—the change brought about by the Breath of Wind.

After Liu Ruiyong finished speaking, he looked smugly at Xiao Yi, as if to say, This is how business is done. His eyes were full of self-satisfaction, and the surrounding people naturally showered him with flattery, making Liu Ruiyong feel increasingly light-headed.

When others destroyed a realm, they did so by striking it with immense spells and overwhelming force. Yet the Grand Magus Xuandu remained utterly unmoved. With nothing more than a spoken Daoist incantation, he caused the entire realm to explode.

Because supplies were running short, the new army had brought only a single standard allocation of ammunition. Xiao Maoce had assumed that the allied forces assembled by Zhang Luo would collapse at the first clash, but he had not expected their commander, Sun Kewang, to fight with such ferocity, refusing to retreat even in death.

Yan Chixia’s cultivation was still at the ninth level of the Houtian realm, and he was naturally no match for Li Dui, who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Li Dui turned his long sword, sending it snakelike over Yan Chixia’s blade before striking him to the ground. Taking advantage of the opening, Tun Yue fled and made his way to Yan Wushuang’s side.

Yun Tianji and the others could not hold out for long. They lasted only about fifteen minutes before collapsing once more, suffering further losses. Of the roughly twenty disciples from the Fluorescent Isle of the Taihao Sect, only eleven remained.

After sorting out the general sequence of events, Wei Xian glanced at the time and decided to make a trip to the Billion Hotel. He had not known before that ghosts were so rare. Now that he understood how demanding the conditions for their formation were, he suspected that the restroom in the Billion Hotel must conceal some unusual secret—otherwise, how could it have given rise to a ghost?

Yet in the very next moment, those sword techniques became like phantoms and bubbles beneath the hands and fingers of Zhong Shengchuan. One after another, they shattered and vanished into smoke.

To say he was not angry would have been a lie. Wei Xian often claimed that he did not know where his limits lay, but in truth, his limits were higher than those of many cultivators. Of course, his limits also rose and fell unpredictably, depending on his mood, his thoughts, and other circumstances. At that moment, Wei Xian’s thought was simply to keep Cong Liangxin around to warm his bed.

“Of course I will. We’re family. Besides, isn’t the mission of the Spiritkin to exterminate demons?” Zhang Yue said with a smile.

On that Battle Arena, the purple-clad young man Chi Wuyan had once seemed destined to create a legend never before seen in history—a thousand consecutive victories. Yet from that moment onward, he too disappeared, as though he had never existed.

After a long while, he finally stepped forward and tried to lift the crystal. Seeing this, Zhang Qin hurried over to stop him, but he was too late. The instant his fingertip touched the crystal and exerted the slightest pressure, a dreadful sound rang out. Zhang Yue watched as cracks blossomed across the crystal’s surface and rapidly spread until the entire mass shattered into dust, which the wind carried away.

Shen Mingchao’s eyes shifted slightly. At that same moment, the Commanding Envoy Zhao Yu behind him sensed some piece of news. His face suddenly turned livid, and he widened his eyes as he stared at Wei Guoyin.

Zhang Yue did not dare approach either. Qiongqi feared his long sickle, but he was equally afraid of Qiongqi’s dark demonic power. If he were dragged into that domain once more, he might never be able to escape.

Yun Xiao broke free of the vine formation. He cast Yun Tiancheng a grateful look, and Yun Tiancheng smiled faintly before turning away. His gaze grew solemn as he watched the Flame Spirit. He too could sense how powerful it was.

Samilun wanted the Prophecy Stone not to bring it back to the Wheel of Fate, but to learn the future in advance. Whether or not the power of mortals could alter what was to come, “foreknowledge of the future” was always irresistible to those who possessed the power to rule the world.

Naturally, before returning, Long Tianyi still had to teach himself a little. After all, knowledge gained through personal exploration was not easily forgotten.

Lü Shi and Zhao Dahai exchanged a glance. In their hearts, they cried out together, Something’s wrong. Something has happened. Without saying a word, they hurried toward Old Zhang Shishi’s courtyard.

Luo Haochen extended the arm that Yun Mengxue had pressed numb, rolled up his sleeve, and showed it to her. When Yun Mengxue saw the lines of red marks left on his arm, still not fully faded, she could not help laughing. At the same time, she noticed the intravenous fluid bag that had not yet been taken away.

Mother Wu Yingzi and Sai Jinhua had both seen grand occasions. They had even performed in princes’ residences and entertained countless high-ranking officials and ministers. The moment they saw the solemn expression on Li Guolou’s face, they knew that today’s reward would be generous.

Ye Feng’s expression darkened. He raised the Dragonscale Saber once more, and violent, terrifying battle aura surged together around him. The Dragonscale Saber in his right hand blazed with a brilliant, magnificent golden radiance, far denser and more dazzling than the golden light of the Illusory Shattering Wilderness Mountain. He tightened his grip and brought the blade crashing down.

The second technique, Illusory Sundering of the Vast Wilderness, burst forth.