Volume One, Chapter 106: The Ordinary Disciple

A Golden Core cultivator must personally take on disciples; if it were someone else, they would have eagerly agreed by now.

Yet Ji Die hesitated considerably.

On one hand, he did not understand why the other party suddenly wanted to accept him as a disciple.

On the other, he knew little about the person and was unwilling to take on a master lightly.

He did not know whether refusing would anger the other, after all, this was a Golden Core powerhouse, capable of killing him with a single slap.

“Junior… may I refuse?” Ji Die asked awkwardly.

“Refuse?” Wu Ren suddenly choked.

“Do you know who I am?”

He, a dignified Golden Core cultivator and the fifth elder of the Heavenly Dao Sect, had taken the initiative to accept a disciple, yet the other party dared to refuse...

After all, he possessed the Demon-Slaying cultivation technique, essentially half a demon cultivator himself, wielding powerful demonic energy, yet still needing to consume demon energy pills to increase his demonic aura.

“Is there anything else?” Tu Ming’s face darkened. Didn’t he see that he was lying on his wife? How could he be so inconsiderate?

Though matters ended like this, the people of the Earth Demon Kingdom were effectively held under house arrest by Dao Qing Shan under the pretense of ensuring safety and preventing conflict, unable to leave the courtyard.

Night Yang increasingly sensed something was amiss but found himself powerless.

The Langya Halberd, hidden in his heart sea, had never shown any sign or movement, unable to be commanded; it only retaliated autonomously when suppressed by overwhelming aura, serving mainly as storage space.

After walking for some time, they came upon a streetlamp emitting a yellow glow, beneath which stood an empty bench.

The two sat down.

At the instant the primordial spirit exploded, Wang Jing’s voice suddenly echoed through the grand hall. The next moment, the bursting cyan-white radiance converged once more, reforming Wang Jing’s spiritual avatar.

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“So impatient, how can one achieve greatness!” Seeing Hou Lei drenched in sweat and panting, his mother scolded him discontentedly.

Unlike earlier in the day when Jiang Han and others saw only two guards at the city gate, now there were eight.

“I... damn it!” Tu Ming truly wanted to strike his face; how shameless he was. Was he not clever enough to realize who he was talking about?

A burst of smoke surged violently, disappearing eerily from the spot, and reappeared by the vast sea.

“Hey, Philid, are you alright? Thanks a lot!” The flamboyant youth had been genuinely startled. Had it not been for Philid’s protection, he might have been shocked into amnesia. He hurriedly expressed his gratitude, then turned with a mixture of shyness and irritation to look at Laxus.

The commotion here had attracted many eyes, but with the big guy watching, no one dared approach.

Occasionally, fresh scratches appeared on the wall at a distance. He no longer marked every junction, which spoke volumes.

Upon reflection, Xia Nuannuan did not resist every physical contact with Fu Siyu; it seemed she was indeed beginning to like him.

If at first Yan Yan depended on the Song family, now it was reversed—they relied on her in every respect, especially after this incident, which could be called a lifesaving favor.

It is said that misfortune arises from the mouth; therefore, always remember: do not speak of worldly matters when meeting people, and worldly troubles will not find you.

Cheng Yaojin looked up at the beams while plugging his ears, completely ignoring the furious Liu Ji, showing only disdain.

Zhi Nianwu sat before the ceremonial altar, smiling gently at Shibuya Minoru, who had set aside his mask and was sipping tea.

Paper figures mirrored Zhi Nianwu’s movements, hands forming seals repeatedly; a bolt of lightning enveloped the form of the disaster spirit entirely.

The disaster spirit’s soul was shattered by this white-gray lightning as if molten lava dissolving snow.

Thinking of Emperor Zhou’s gaze and the suspicious, distrustful Empress, she had no desire to be involved with them in the slightest.

The sound of horses’ hooves echoed from inside the camp, carried clearly on the wind, mixed with shouts—seemingly hundreds racing and charging.

“Those who harm my family, I want them dead!” Li Chao began moving toward Li Shaoyu, his hand trembling fiercely as he gripped Long Chang’s.

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“Remarkable, the White Emperor has found the key to battling the Third Fierce Beast; perhaps this is what they call a battle genius,” the Black Martial God said in astonishment.

“Huaiyu, Huaiyu!” Wang Ping’an called out eagerly upon entering the special forces training base.

“Don’t come any closer! Or I’ll blow your head off!” Wang Chaoyang shouted, his hand trembling slightly as he held the pistol.

“You’re lying!” Arima and Long Hao exchanged a glance, both speaking at once, yet Arima shrugged, motioning for Long Hao to speak first.

Without the nourishment of yin energy, the wandering soul’s vitality diminished; the black mist enveloping it dissipated, revealing twelve viscous, blackish objects between liquid and solid states.

Unlike souls, which are intangible spiritual entities, wandering souls had form and substance.

Chen Yue, hearing this familiar voice, naturally turned back in surprise. This secret chamber rarely saw visitors; seeing Wang Xueyan come to visit moved her to tears.

Bai Shan and another got out of the car and approached Feng Muyang. Bai Shan took a deep final drag and then casually dropped the cigarette butt on the ground.

“What is their purpose?” Shinohara asked first; he was the most suitable to pose the question.

This was a catastrophic calamity; its initiator would surely be recorded in history. Neither he nor the Underworld Emperor dared to interfere lightly in this battle.

Zhao Junjie said to her calmly, while the demon fiend’s expression paled; it seemed forcibly breaking open the space had drained much of her spiritual power.

“Stop!” Lan Ruoxin quickly called out, startled herself. She hadn’t expected her words to hold such power; the life and death of Zhe Di had come to this.

Just as he pulled out his phone to call Vivian, a Harley-Davidson motorcycle suddenly roared up and screeched to a halt in front of him.