Volume 1, Chapter 22: Aurora (Part II)

Suddenly, his hands were no longer cold.

Wei Yuan stood there motionless, those enchanting peach blossom eyes flickering with a trace of hurt, yet his face still held a gentle, warm smile.

Tonight, the moonlight was so beautiful—so why couldn’t he see clearly ahead?

His body had already healed, and with today’s weather, it was the perfect opportunity to cultivate the Thunder Flash technique. Waiting for the next rainfall was uncertain at best.

The Nanjing Universiade Stadium could hold sixty thousand spectators. Although it was just an ordinary youth tournament, with the development of football in China, the weekend timing, free tickets, and live television broadcast, the match attracted twenty thousand fans, many of whom came as cheering squads from various schools.

Yet, one had to admit, in this world, there are things far more terrifying than death.

Following Feng Lin, the seven of them arrived at the rear mountains of the True Martial Sect. Like the Heavenly Sect, the True Martial Sect was built against the mountains, surrounded by rolling green peaks that seemed to merge with the clouds, creating a majestic terrain. This not only added grandeur to the sect but also allowed disciples to practice martial arts anytime in the mountains behind the sect.

To make Gongsun Zan overlook some strange occurrences along the way, he had deliberately arranged certain things tailored to Gongsun Zan’s personality.

After all, running first while carrying a horse could be explained by brute strength, but archery—a sport that demands skill, experience, and control—was hardly suitable for the role he was playing now.

Switzerland, being a neutral country, held certain advantages in chemical industry, pharmaceuticals, and precision manufacturing, but due to scarce resources, it was impossible for them to play a major role in this plan.

Qiuli Ju, who charged ahead, clearly saw that even from two or three hundred meters away, many soldiers on the opposing side trembled as they pressed the triggers of their strange weapons.

Clearly, weapons capable of posing a lethal threat even from several dozen meters away were no ordinary arms.

“I met his two senior brothers there. They didn’t say a word and just sent me to play outside the palace with the White Crane Boy.”

Wen Yuxia lay face down against the wall, clutching a towel haphazardly to her chest. Her already short nightgown was bunched up at her waist, exposing her pale hips and thighs. Her left leg stretched straight out while the right bent forward, and on the inner side of her left leg were three red dots the size of soybeans, evenly spaced in a neat line.

At that moment, their room’s door was slammed loudly. Chi Yuanxia was shocked, fearing enemies had come, so she dared not open the door rashly.

Pairs of fiery eyes fixed intently on Lin Le, so silent that even breaths seemed halted. The entire battlefield’s atmosphere plummeted to a freezing point.

Only a few dozen were accepted as personal disciples by the elders; the rest were apprentices taken in by previous generations of disciples. Though they entered on the same day, the difference in rank was already apparent.

“Isn’t it just a snake demon immortal? Besides, it’s already been reverted to its original form; how does it relate to the Divine Star Planet?” Long Yi asked in confusion.

Then he walked across the courtyard to the old, weather-beaten bedroom, worn by years of wind and rain. Pushing the door open, he entered and looked down at the heavily dust-covered bed where someone lay fast asleep.

Of course, the Chi family’s wealth was beyond counting. But Chi Yuanxia never regarded that as her own.

Seeing no living thing around, he dragged the chubby fellow into a cave, bit through his forehead, drank his brain marrow, and swallowed his spirit essence.

“Heh heh, tell me, how many wounds did that girl get from completing mission 148? And how many did she cause others to get?” A lecherous mercenary laughed softly in a lascivious voice.