Volume One, Chapter 77: Shen Yubai Is Stabbed!

After Wu Zijian muttered once at the beginning, “In life, where do we not meet again?” and then recited a crooked poem about not looking down on the poor youth, he did not speak another word.

Yet, the eldest son of the Ye family, who now walked without guards or attendants at his side, no longer held any resentment or dissatisfaction toward Wu Zijian; all those feelings had long since faded away.

However, as Wu Zijian walked past Shi Erlei, whose face was full of hesitation and unreconciled emotions, a different kind of tension flickered in the air.

“This won’t do; I must go seek guidance from the Celestial Sage!” The Grand Elder of the Guardian Clan was growing increasingly anxious within.

“What do you plan to do with me?” The failure of her mission made her wary of her own situation. She was not like Julian; she had not been discovered by the government forces, so there was still hope for her survival.

“Not bad, they’re all promising talents.” The middle-aged man whom Yang Zong had addressed as Brother Yan smiled at the three of them. With his keen eye, he could tell that all three were young, yet their cultivation was remarkably advanced—especially Mo Yuan, who had already reached the fifth level of Martial Master. Such individuals were rare.

This only deepened the unease in every examinee’s heart. Unless one possessed special investigative abilities like the Byakugan of the Hyuga clan, they would remain isolated in an informational void. Forced to rely on speculation, their anxiety would grow unchecked, making self-preservation and betrayal of companions all the more likely.

After a dozen exchanges, Lin Yu suddenly let out a powerful shout. Instantly, the seven whip shadows swirling in the air—like divine dragons—merged into one.

Seeing Yan Song’s astonished expression, Xu Yuanfeng and Mo Yuan couldn’t help but laugh. But at the thought that the man before them was a Martial God, they quickly stifled their laughter.

Qingwu suddenly realized something as she gazed into his eyes, where the rawest, truest longing was laid bare. Yes, he longed to possess everything, to claim the world as his own.

Lirad panted, letting out a low growl as he mercilessly claimed territory within my body that belonged to him alone.

Under the feet of Prince Longyang, a stretch of sea was roiling and exploding from the force of his aura. Influenced by the spiraling energy he emitted, a massive vortex formed.

“What’s there to discuss? Do you want to talk about your intentions toward our Lady Pei?” Chen Qiang asked, his tone full of distaste.

But now he truly regretted it. Had he known earlier about Gongsun Jing’s feelings for Lin Hanxi, none of this would have been necessary, nor would Lin Hanxi’s life have ever been at risk.

“Really? Brother Emperor, do you want some?” Dong Mulin swallowed several times, looking as if she hadn’t eaten a decent meal in days, her bright eyes fixed intently on Dong Muxiao.

Clutching his sword, Burton let out a roar and led his team in a final charge to meet their fate’s last judgment.

Meanwhile, in the northern plains of Hejian Commandery, large armies were advancing from the north.

Business at the Yifan Restaurant was more booming than ever, with lines stretching out the door, as if some celebrity were making a public appearance.

Suspended within the Blood Refinement Formation, his body assumed a strange posture, hands gesturing as the cry of a celestial crane echoed through the air.

Mu Bingxin and Zhou Yueqi were meeting Liu Qingying for the first time. Unfamiliar with her temperament, they could only shake their heads in helplessness at her unreasonable words.

“Ambushing mutt, next time I see you I’ll take you down myself, remember that…” Halfway through his threat, the man in the jacket realized he was the only one left; Zhen Shifeng and Bu Lingjue had already bolted, vanishing who knows where.

“Guo Yuan, nephew of Zhong Yao, is known for his virtue and mastery of strategy. Rather than a frontal assault, we should feign an attack on Hedong, then set an ambush along the route where Guo Yuan’s reinforcements would march to Hedong.” Xu Shu thought for a moment and spoke.

Two figures stood tall atop the ruined peak of Feiyun, staring at each other as their hands, clutching magical treasures, trembled slightly. One was dressed in a purple-and-blue Taoist robe, sashed with nine emerald spirit beads, holding an ancient black iron-gold sword. The other wore a yellow-gold robe with a golden python belt and wielded a dragon-headed mace.

Restless true power? If he had just broken through, it was only natural for his true power to be unsettled. With Lin Chen’s current cultivation, he could tell that Gu Qingyan was also at a crucial juncture.

Next came several ordinary items, which were taken by a few mediocre beginner Source Energy users.

This was a battle beyond personal desire—a clash for survival space between two peoples, a struggle of ideals. No one retreated: the bloodthirsty Xiongnu and the valiant Han soldiers fought desperately in the gorge, neither side yielding.

Halfway there, feeling something odd, he glanced back at Xu Jiangnan, then pointed to the room and back at Xu Jiangnan again.

Bluebell had received the flowing gold staff from the King of Posa, while Sun Hai and Li Shentu both wielded powerful spiritual treasures. The spiritless relics scattered on the ground, therefore, could not attract their attention.

It must be remembered that in this world, those with the face of a man and the heart of a beast are everywhere. All have selfish desires; for the sake of those desires, they will sell anything—family and friends included.

The words that Taibai Jinxing intended to hurl out were abruptly interrupted, leaving him choked and coughing violently for a long while before he could catch his breath.

A chill crept up my spine as I watched the dazzling, colorful Spirit-Waking Bugs through the crack in the door, shivering uncontrollably.

“Enough! Lushuihua, you’re disrupting the order of this duel! Are you such a sore loser?” From the sidelines, Lvmeng could not suppress his fury at Lushuihua’s interference.

Seeing that both competitors were one-star Holy Spirits with victories under their belts, the gamblers in the betting house were at a loss, unsure how to place their bets.

A layer of frost settled in my gaze. This time, it was my turn to apply pressure. Since you all want me to play the part of the giant who holds up the sky, I shall look down on you all without reservation.

The fat man grumbled about Princess Emily as he put both his phones on silent.

Damn it, this bronze coffin has no bottom! It's hollow, and below lies a bottomless abyss. If only that was all; but no, a strange heat was rising from somewhere below—fiery, winding magma. There really is an active volcano underneath.

In the fat man’s hands were items Yi had seen before in movies: a piece of cotton cloth, wet wipes, and a needle box.

“If the pain flares up, just wake us, and we’ll call your big brother right away. Just sleep easy.” I bent over to comfort her.