Volume 1, Chapter 129: Prince Kang Demoted!

Cang Songzi had witnessed the momentum of various factions aligning their fortunes with the Imperial Court. Seeing that Deng Jun now possessed the mystical Yellow Qi, he surmised that the young man’s origins were extraordinary and that he must be backed by a high-ranking expert from a major sect. Unwilling to truly make an enemy of him, he held back.

The two disciples were shocked; being well-traveled and knowledgeable, they immediately recognized that the man before them, "Tuo Lei," was no mere mortal, but a formidable expert in the realm of pupillary cultivation—someone they dared not slight.

Deng Jun stared ahead, and suddenly, the sword blade erupted with silver radiance, instantly enshrouding him.

Hui Shu’s entire skeleton began to emit cracking sounds. Blood mist seeped from every pore, and he fell to his knees directly in front of Qin Feng, utterly humiliated.

"Didn't that great mage say he was helping you because he was grateful you led him out of the Heaven-Reaching Forest? That shows he still appreciates your gesture. Go and give it a try! It might actually work!" the first youth urged.

She pressed her hand downward, and the Five Elements Divine Mountain transformed back into a five-colored cloud. Within it, five-colored divine light intertwined, brewing into orbs of thunder that cascaded down upon Deng Jun like a torrential downpour.

Having just awakened from unconsciousness, the man felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him once more, wishing to think of nothing and simply drift back to sleep.

It was an act of compassion; Qing Xuzi knew that if he did not take these disciples with him, no one else would value them, and they would likely find no one willing to instruct them in cultivation techniques. Although there was the vagrant Hun Di, Qing Xuzi knew the man would never bother to train subordinates.

From time to time, Duan Chen would smash through massive trees or shatter mountain peaks. Enduring the bombardment of countless information streams in his mind, he continued to struggle forward, step by step.

Nearly a hundred corpses of alchemical warriors lay scattered across the sand, discarded as carelessly as building blocks abandoned by a bored child.

Suddenly, footsteps rang out. The lock on the dungeon door shifted, and a dim, yellowish candlelight pierced through. Hua Zhao squinted against the glare, only to see Dongfang Yanluo standing before her with a sinister, mocking smile.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to," Ye Yang apologized the moment he entered, his attitude impeccable.

The living room reeked of a foul odor. The ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts, and the area around the coffee table was filthy and foul-smelling. Ye Yu could hardly believe that someone with such extreme mysophobia could let their home fall into such a disgusting state.

Hua Zhao raised an eyebrow at him. She could not deny that the youth looked remarkably handsome when he smiled—at first glance, his smile was as dazzling as sunlight on pure white snow. However, her mind was entirely occupied by Dongfang Ye; she had no spare time to care about how charming he might be.

"You wretched girl!" With a roar filled with malice, a massive serpent tail swept up a wave of scorching heat, appearing suddenly behind Cang Sheng.

"Might I ask, Master, would it be convenient to reveal which distinguished guest Master Miaokong is receiving?" the personal attendant beside Old Madam Song asked curiously.

After Yao Xi and Yun Shuiyang reached an agreement, Yao Xi returned to her room, and Yun Shuiyang immediately called Qin Lang.

The Leng family had originally been a military clan in the Northwest. Due to their illustrious battle achievements, they held the title of Marquis for three generations. Now, in the time of Marquis Leng, the family was prosperous and flourishing.

A tall, imposing man with hands like tiger claws walked slowly toward the lonely grave. With a gentle strike of his palm, the soil flew, revealing the corpses of the Ox Demon and the Snake Ghost.

"..." He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but he could not continue. He only felt a tearing, excruciating pain in his chest, wave after wave, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Liu Quan stared dumbfoundedly at the marriage registration form, where the man’s section was already fully filled out, signed, and stamped. He felt as though his brain were descending into chaos.

After grinding the beans, sleepiness overcame Yuan Liang, and he leaned motionless against a wooden pillar, closing his eyes in a feigned slumber.

Guo Junyang sensed a powerful psychic fluctuation. His expression shifted slightly; he quickly guarded his sea of consciousness while rapidly distancing himself from Mu Fan.

Opposite him, Liu Quan gripped his right wrist with his left hand, gasping heavily as if he had exhausted all his strength, his face flushed red.

The System—or rather, Fujisawa Shoji—snorted again, expressing his disdain for her joke before reverting to a stern tone.

I returned to the dining hall to finish the meal with everyone, which concluded at nine-thirty. Before leaving, I took Lin Jingshen’s coat along with me.

I nodded, constantly comforting myself in my heart. I am a ghost now; it isn't that easy to die.

The two forces stalemated for only three seconds before both vanished, though the trees and flowers surrounding the third elder had all turned to charred remains.

Ichigo-nii, the "gentle prince" of the Honmaru, sat with his back straight in the standard seiza position outside her room, his own blade resting neatly on his knees, looking as though he were ready to commit seppuku to apologize.

Looking at the star-studded sky, I suddenly missed Lin Jingshen. I wondered what he was doing at this moment. I thought, he must be very happy, right? With so many people surrounding him, why would he ever think of me?

"Stop shouting. She cannot see you, nor can she hear you. You had better save your strength," Jun Duyou said indifferently.

She had made up her mind: she would go to the Tiansheng Academy first, and only emerge once she had broken through the Mysterious Spirit realm.

Whenever she thought of their conversation, whenever she recalled those words, the courage to confront Jun Muci vanished from her heart.

In her memory, although Guan Hangyi’s temper had never been particularly good, he had never once lost his temper with her.

"What are you two doing?" Hearing the commotion, Shen Yunshu came out of the room to find the father and son standing together, radiating a fierce, aggressive air.

"Back then, I was only in my forties, and you often called me Uncle Gong. Now, twenty years have passed, and that uncle has become an old man, yet hearing you still call me Uncle Gong makes me truly happy," Gong Yuanfeng said, his expression one of deep emotion and joy.

Zi Ye had hoped that the Prince would at least glance at her or say something, but she had not expected that the Prince would not even look her way.

Xu Zhiheng leaned against the doorway with one hand, the other tucked in his pocket, and smiled faintly. "I have to go home to keep my wife company. Go find him; he’s single and quite lonely." As he spoke, he gestured with his chin toward A-Guai.

"Get out!" By then, Guzhu had finished dressing and slowly stepped out from the water, coldly spitting out the word before turning back.

The next day, when I woke up, both the Purple Bird and the Buddha were there. Together with them, I checked out of the hotel, left the area, and returned to Panyu Temple.