Volume One, Chapter 33: Spending the Night in the County Town

At this moment, their previous understanding of swordsmanship was completely overturned. Having more natural talent for the sword than ordinary people, both of them had forgotten everything around them, wandering thirstily through that infinitely wondrous and pinnacle realm of technique.

Although Xiao Jing was dissatisfied in his heart—having already confessed everything, why did the other party still refuse to let him go?—he had to accept his situation, forced to bow his head under low eaves.

Asuna shook her head, but sat down beside Chen Xiu, looking up at the night sky in the same posture he had held earlier.

It is unknown how much time passed before Yang Yi finally woke up. After waking, he realized he had already returned to the world where he truly belonged.

—Otherwise, one would no longer be able to bear the weight of what had been gained in the past; possessions would collapse like a broken dam, retreating everywhere until everything turned to nothing.

Within a radius of several miles, the power of lightning shimmered, faintly connecting with the thunderclouds in the sky. Yuan Hong stopped immediately, terrified; he was very satisfied with this power, which was no weaker than the precious arts of the major sects.

The white-clad youth, Chengyuan, flashed into existence again abruptly—and shockingly, he was in the exact same position as when he had just disappeared.

Qin Ying had a certain degree of telepathic connection with his spirit beast, and he sensed the precarious situation of the White-Striped Flying Tiger immediately, catching a scent of danger. He used an escape technique to fly beside the sphere of sand and earth, pinched a seal with both hands, and conjured a giant palm measuring five or six zhang in size.

A blood-red shroud rose from the Blood Demon Corpse, accompanied by the sound of thunder. It burst out from the blood mist, and seeing that Du Zipei had flown far away, it hurriedly accelerated to give chase.

This was a complete crushing defeat. Ye Qingcheng did not turn back to fight; how could he not know that Ye Fan had gone easy on him? Given such a vast disparity in strength, it would not have been too difficult to kill him.

One day, he sat on a rock, nearly fainting, when suddenly a cloud of auspicious omen floated over and stopped above his head. A sheet of yellow paper fell from the cloud and landed precisely at his feet. Picking it up, he saw a line of text: Ten miles to the east, you will see an inverted stone pot; atop the pot, you will find the Five-Finger Fruit.

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Upon hearing this, Ada was clearly shaken and looked toward He Ancheng, whose face had already turned as black as the coming night.

If Xia Yunhai remained stubborn and lost such a major project, his position as heir would be unstable, and the Yang family would finally be able to vent their pent-up anger.

"What is there to look at?" Gu Shaoyang hummed. "Isn't it just a marriage certificate?" He walked downstairs wearing slippers, acting nonchalant, yet his hand, tucked inside his pocket, clutched the two certificates tightly for fear of dropping one.

After all, the two were long-renowned figures and did not wish to offend the Xiaoyao Sect over this matter, so they both pretended to be unaware. However, their enigmatic, mocking gazes made Su Qing’s heart flutter with anxiety.

"I understand what you mean, I... sigh! Forget it, let's just let nature take its course," Dr. Xu finally sighed.

At this moment, his scarred left eye suddenly twitched, and his cold, handsome face darkened.

"President Zhao, if the high-ranking leaders from the province come, please don't bring them to our branch. I'm afraid of meeting leaders," Wang Xiaoyan said worriedly.

No sooner had their hands gripped than she felt a heavy black shadow pressing down from above. Hua Lingluo tried to dodge, but Song Yuzhi did not let go of her hand, and the cauldron overhead descended, covering Hua Lingluo with a loud bang.

Chen Cuiling's two eyes were as large as terrifying ox eyes, yet they lacked the gentleness of an ox's, filled instead with coldness and violence.

"The second thing is, Han Tiantian has actually never liked you. I don't know how you offended her, but she just doesn't see you in a good light. To be honest, she has privately urged me to break up with you more than once or twice. She said if I broke up with you, I would definitely be able to find someone better..." Mi Jiu said.

Ye Feng let out a long howl toward the sky. Suddenly, as if emanating from the ground on the flat, empty lot, a wild, roaring storm rose like a tornado, and Ling Xueyan was directly swept up by it.

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Umezu Yoshijirō glanced slightly at Kurohane, who hurriedly lowered his head in shame. As a veteran intelligence officer, he knew that everything one said required evidence; his judgment clearly lacked sufficient support.

The numerous magical beasts were of varying levels, from the lowest level thirty Iron Bulls to level eighty Dragon Eagles, all piled together regardless of species or level, just like cabbages side by side.

"You're lying to me again!" Li Siqing had been deceived by Ma Qian'an many times; this time, he refused to believe him no matter what. He was clearly mocking him, yet refused to admit it.

"Brother Tong, what did they do to you?" Leizi asked, puzzled. It couldn't be that the grudge from that year still remained, and besides, Old Second Wei only remembered a Chen Wei from that year.

Speaking of which, the National Academy of Arts and the Central Academy of Arts in the country are both among the top twenty art universities in the world. Although the Central Academy of Arts is slightly inferior to the National Academy, it should still rank around eighth or ninth.

Having just merged with the long-desired Heart of the Ice God, the Asura—possessing its own consciousness—was furious at being suppressed before it could even reveal its true strength. It continuously used the power of the Ice God's Heart to counterattack the Nine Li Wind.

Xing Fei was horrified, looking in disbelief at Ni Cang, who had closed his eyes once again. Could it be that this shattered starry sky did not exist at all, and the scene before him was merely an illusion?

At this time, the east gate of Jicheng was in total chaos. The sudden emergence of two cavalry units had exceeded everyone's expectations. Those Qiang-Hu warriors brandished their sabers to hack at the soldiers guarding the siege towers and battering rams, sparing no one—neither the Feiyu troops in black armor nor the Han army in orange-red.