Chapter 57: Narrow Roads for Foes

Shen Songzhi suddenly looked up at Li Yi, saw his faint smile, and without warning grabbed the magazine at hand and hurled it at his face.

Even Wu Dashen, who usually minded his own business, could not help but feel a surge of emotion at this moment—after all, someone with ill intentions was targeting his foolish girl, the very girl he had searched for so long and vowed to protect with all his strength.

At that moment, a ruthless adversary sat across from them, someone who would not hesitate to kill. Armed with a firearm, he made any act of defiance a deadly gamble, no matter how much courage one might muster.

Outside each tent, the Taoist priests wore different accessories and attire. According to Senior Sister Xuanji’s explanation, this was likely due to differences in sects.

This scene struck Qin Xiao deeply. We always say the common people of feudal dynasties were backward and ignorant, yet their hearts were pure and kind—something we ourselves have long since discarded.

Without the strength of a grandmaster, formidable mental acuity, and the highest level of spiritual awareness, this game was nearly impossible to play.

The rain of arrows prevented me from blocking my past self and the Daoists—they had already made their way into the house in the midst of the forest.

Wei Zhongxian rose and bowed deeply to Zhu Youjian, hands clasped. Yang Yinglong, the Prince of Chu, and the rest followed suit one after another.

An hour later, someone came climbing up the mountain. The kidnappers, their faces painted and tusks protruding, hid with utmost caution, terrified that Li Tan would catch them and bring untold disaster upon their heads.

March Snow pried the object from her arms and dumped it onto the table. It was a piece of wood, but upon closer inspection, it bore intricate, finely carved patterns—and the carving was shaped like a sword, exactly like the one from her painting.

Some demons, sensing things were going badly, stopped in time. Others, having gorged themselves to capacity, found their wings weighed down and simply couldn’t swallow any more, leaving some prey to escape.

It seemed Rong Mu sensed the burning gaze and cast a glance toward Yun Yang. The moment their eyes met, a spark of surprise flickered in Rong Mu’s eyes, but it quickly faded to indifference as he looked away.

He was flustered as well, spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth, rinsed hastily, and grabbed her hand, pulling her up.

What if Heng Yanlin didn’t like this place? If they’d chosen this spot and he ended up dissatisfied, wouldn’t that be uncomfortable for everyone?

Qi Ruizhe pressed pause, folded his hands across his stomach, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Coach Wu, seeing Ke Ji still motionless, couldn’t help but offer a reminder. Ke Ji, thoroughly frustrated, finally drew his bow and forced himself to focus on the bullseye.

Whenever prey appeared, each group would slowly form an encircling net under the command of the sharpshooter, Zack. The archers would shoot first; if any prey managed to escape, the tribesmen armed with spears would pursue them.

“Brother Tong, I can help you out a bit. Can’t afford diamonds, but gold is manageable. Silver, though... can’t really show my face with just that,” Yu Zhongcai chimed in.

But losing meant you had to strip, and Hongmao did not want to give up at the last moment. Gritting his teeth, he jumped—perhaps a miracle would happen. Unfortunately, his leap was so clumsy that even his own teammates felt embarrassed for him.

Xia Qi shook her aching wrists. Repeating the mechanical movement for so long, it was no wonder they were sore. Worst of all, after doing it once, the guy wanted it a second time, and even a third after that.

“The deal is, if he gets into the National Academy of Arts, he has to treat us to a month of meals!” Su Xiyi brushed it off as she dashed into the bathroom.

Behind them, Bing Sheng, Princess Bingyue, Zongzheng Weizhi, and the Second Princess of the Flying Dragon Dynasty also approached.

Lu Yuexie muttered a while longer, but seeing it was late, stood up to head home. At the door, she found Meng Yuying anxiously searching all around.

“No wonder she disappeared earlier—she must be transforming into the ultimate Dao,” the old man muttered to himself.

Even Consort Hui was shocked to hear this, and U Su tightened her grip, a flash of ambition lighting up her innocent features.

If the resources for cultivation in the Meteor Sea’s immortal realm were divided into ten portions, more than nine would be monopolized by the powerful sects and aristocratic clans. Like giant whales, they consumed massive resources, leaving only scraps—less than a single portion—for the wandering cultivators, barely enough to be worth mentioning.

Qi Shuchun suddenly interjected, halting the flying volley of spittle between father and son; both turned to look at him.

A beast with the bloodline of the Heavenly Demon, once fully grown, could reach the rank of a fourth-tier Demon Lord, a power equivalent to a Nascent Soul True Lord among human cultivators.

This was a border city, blessed with perpetual spring and the most beautiful landscapes in the country, its primary industry tourism.

Everyone in the vicinity had already been cleared out in advance, and Cheng Jushu was ready—just waiting for Fan Xian, the protagonist, to arrive.

“Teacher Wang, it’s alright, you needn’t blame yourself. Whether I become a core disciple or not means little to me,” Xiao Yan said with a calm, easy smile.

Nowadays, the Ming dynasty put great stock in the imperial examinations—generally, it took only a day to judge the merits of an exam paper.

When their palms struck, the former remained unscathed, while Liao Zhen was sent flying several meters, vomiting a mouthful of blood midair—clearly, he had suffered a serious injury.

Suddenly, with a crisp and abrupt sound, a brief note rang out, accompanied by the haunting fade of a zither.

HR took a deep breath to calm his amazement, then fixed his gaze on Lin Qingyu. At that moment, a gentle breeze swept through, tousling both their hair like the spring wind rippling over a green wave.