Volume One, Chapter 31: Shen Yubai, Don’t Make Things Difficult for Others

“Your Highness, I truly refuse to admit my age, but I have never disregarded the new generation,” Wei Wuyia whispered.

Li Chuyi wanted to get up and avoid it, but the Daoist cast a spell that fixed him in place, unable to move, leaving him only able to hug his head and brace himself for the Daoist’s “storm and tempest.”

More importantly, he knew that the micro-space was linked to his mind; Su Su inside could communicate with him at any time. This made it far more convenient than a storage pouch.

Li Jie did not know whom he was competing with, but in the chill of late spring’s dawn, he once again sensed a dangerous presence approaching. This time, the feeling was even clearer and more distinct.

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Meanwhile, Ma Zhichao was also caught in the calamity, struck by Tian Ming’s “One-Finger Immortal Seal,” sealing his cultivation and sending him plummeting.

“Hmph, pretending to be mystical and speaking so arrogantly!” With that, Qiu Ningxue was about to tear the letter in her hand to pieces.

The fire continued to spread. Shen Linfeng’s forehead was already beaded with sweat, his clothes nearly soaked through. He and Qin Zhong faced each other, only three meters apart.

In the minutes after the leader disappeared, many vague souls appeared around them. Upon closer look, they turned out to be Ranran, Ji Xuan Zhen, Old Trickster, and others—apparently kidnapped by the leader and now released.

The cunning Huang Yi was enjoying himself at this moment, basking in the constant surge of vitality brought by his eightfold rejuvenation divine art. It was simply delightful.

In other words, these immortal peaches contained the essence of water, which could perfectly replenish Shanyuan’s five-element source.

Yet at this moment, the battle raged. Whether it was the Pangu primordial spirit formed by the Three Purities, or Hongjun, or the others, none could spare a moment to care about such things.

She looked up; the room was dim. Dawn had not yet broken, but the early cicadas were already screeching from the branches. From the courtyard came the occasional call of cuckoos, and faintly, the sound of distant bells.

Xu Xin’an’s so-called pill refining was simply tossing all required herbs into the cauldron according to the recipe, leaving the rest to luck.

Otherwise, even at his current half-step core formation stage, Ah Ya would have seen through him completely.

Baili Nu Yun felt much relieved. She tossed her whip onto the table, sat down, and picked up her bowl to eat, paying no heed to Zhen Qi’s expression. Zhen Qi grabbed the whip with a face as dark as midnight, ready to storm out, catching sight of Tang Lichuan on the way and giving him a cold snort before leaving.

“Can I say it was fate?” As she spoke, her gaze was sharp as twin blades, and the unmistakable yet irresistible wicked smile at her lips made Zhen Jiu feel he had met his match.

A while later, Yuanshi was the first to awaken, taking a step out of the Hall of Three Purities.

At that very moment, suddenly, over Longevity Mountain, the once brilliant primordial phenomenon halted abruptly. The next instant, the sky grew dark.

The academy’s imperial painter pondered deeply, searching his mind for suspicious faces, when the Magistrate of the Dali Temple spoke leisurely.

It seemed she was not alone in her insomnia tonight. Since none of them were asleep, she would keep them company for a chat. Yan Yeting read the text, didn’t reply, but dialed straight away, waiting patiently for the call to connect, not noticing the thrill of anticipation in his own heart.

“The return of Bloodthirst to the martial world may not be a good thing. A storm of blood is sure to come soon,” Battle Maniac sighed.

Huangfu Mingzhu felt that Mu Jieao seemed different today, truly afraid she would be called to account for drugging him the previous day.

Wei Fengchu, after striking me a few times and seeing I no longer spoke, only endured, my lower lip bitten white and nearly broken by my own teeth.

Just as conflict was about to erupt, a strategist rode up to the Golden Armored General and whispered a few words, causing the confrontation to pause.

“Of course we must stop it! Do you realize that your actions will put Jun Rui in danger, and also put you and the child at risk?” he said gravely.

“Yan’er, what’s wrong? Why are you sweating so much—does your arm still hurt?” Wei Fengze had just arrived at the door.

Before Yan Yeting could savor the delightful feeling, a surge of pain from his fingertip forced him to pull back quickly. A deep bite mark appeared, already bruised and purple, showing how hard Liu Mengmeng had bitten.

Even though the entire Northern Territory clamored to crusade against Tianchen Sect, they would absolutely not take part.

Though four months pregnant, Liu Mengmeng managed to climb three flights of stairs without much trouble, took a brief rest, then strode quickly toward Tang Yin’s classroom.

At last, in humanity’s moment of weakness, a young strong warrior carrying a sword found the lair of the black bats.

Especially as she appeared before Shen Qiang like a swallow darting through a curtain, the brilliance in her beautiful eyes and the shy smile at her lips brought Shen Qiang inexplicable comfort.

In the withered gaze of Plum Blossom, a faint flame of conviction flickered. Qin Lang knew that if this flame vanished, she would lose even the courage to live.

Elemental Realm’s expression suddenly became extremely grim, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Nian Yu did his best to stop the young attendant. Though he was a fat man and the attendant was tall and thin, Nian Yu was almost dragged along.

Wang Yu sighed in relief. He had feared Nu Nu was some hybrid offspring of Nurhaci and humans.

“I don’t know, but he chose to trust you, placing his hope in you, so I can only choose to trust you as well,” Jiang Yue Shen replied honestly. To say she believed would be too hypocritical at this moment.

Yet, in the next moment, they felt the overwhelming killing intent from Di Zhexiu! The entire Samsara Array twisted strangely, like a giant maw determined to devour the three of them.

Frightened by the fire, his arrogance, so bold just moments ago, was now blown away by the wind, leaving him cold and subdued.

This is not mere alarmism, but the truth. The old monster’s health had always been poor, always in recovery. If he was forced to fight, the consequences would be disastrous.

When Cheng Yucai saw Qishan, he quickly lowered his prices in welcome, not daring to put on airs. Qishan, relying on his past as a Grand Academician and once inheriting a marquis title, took no offense and called Cheng Yucai “old brother,” never addressing him as “military governor.” Cheng Yucai dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.