Volume One, Chapter 29: Counter-Snatch!

Ji Die returned to his cave dwelling with the freshly purchased Haichuan Pill and carefully sealed the entrance once more.

“Haichuan Pill! That fellow claimed it would double my cultivation speed after taking it—could it really be so miraculous?” Ji Die eyed a pill with curiosity. It was about as thick as his little finger, quite different from the previous Huangting Pill, its whole body a faint white with a slightly pitted, uneven surface.

Half in doubt, he placed the pill in his mouth and closed his eyes. Only after three hours did he slowly open them again, feeling the spiritual energy coursing within him.

“My cultivation speed has nearly doubled! These three hours were almost equivalent to a whole day of hard training—far quicker than practicing on my own or absorbing spirit stones…”

King-level cultivation methods contained such profound and complex principles of the five elements that only experts of innate rank or higher could even begin to comprehend and inscribe them.

In a direct exchange of blows, he was clearly no match for Ao Long. The technique Ling Feng had passed to Ao Long was of the earth element, renowned for its solidity. Combined with the nearly miraculous method Ling Feng had imparted, Ao Long’s physical strength was in no way inferior to Ling Feng’s.

“Your clones may look exactly like you, but can they replicate your strength? They have no real power,” remarked a member of the Yin clan, glancing at the three Ling Fengs. Only one of them, the true Ling Feng, dragged his greatsword across the arena, showering sparks and leaving marks on the platform. The other two clones appeared weightless, almost insubstantial.

The crowd exchanged glances; though they believed Li Mu was formidable—likely a five-star or six-star card cultivator—they knew little about this true god.

Hu Cheng strode into the campus, satisfied, and entered the classroom. Ouyang Qi, who had arrived early to take attendance, blushed ever so slightly as she saw him walk in.

“You scoundrel, let her go now, or I’ll have to use force!” Chu Yun snapped angrily, for he’d seen the man bite someone only moments before.

The Li family, newly risen among the city’s powerful clans, was located in the very center. Though they owned fewer shops than the other four families, their overall strength surpassed any of them.

Even if she lost, as long as any one of their dozen or so challengers managed to defeat Ling Feng, it would still count as her victory.

Previously, there had been some who opposed Zhou Hongzhuo, but now another, He Jingming—a certified modern poet—had joined in, causing many to waver in their stance.

Following trends had always been a traditional virtue for this people. No one could resist a spectacle; once a commotion arose, the crowd would gather and follow suit, united in their curiosity.

After about ten minutes of driving, they arrived at the garbage processing plant. As soon as they reached the site, the three of them heard a commotion coming from the courtyard within.

Aunt Zhou, not wishing to disturb the family’s conversation, went out to buy dinner, thinking it might be safer to hire another maid to cook at home—this was something she’d have to discuss with the couple.

At that moment, in Jingbian Ichiro’s heart, the ones he hated most were not Su Han, but Oda Nobunaga and his master. If not for them, how would he have ended up in such dire straits? Judging by Su Han’s methods, he might well die here tonight; he wondered if confessing everything might buy him a chance at survival.

“To tell it all would take three days and nights. If I started from after I left you, it would take even longer,” Su Han said with a smile.

Night had fallen. Outside the window, Jiangcheng’s city lights flickered on. In the distance, streams of traffic wound through the city like rivers of light, and farther still, the great river stretched into the horizon like a ribbon of deep blue silk.

The young man radiated a natural air of wicked charm as he slid his hand along the flight attendant’s thigh, then smiled without a word.

Turning back to Xiao Yi, the two of them ventured deeper into the mountains. They paused again as the tracker showed one red dot leaving, while another remained stationary, just as before.

Then, trouble arose: Rafe appeared, while Sam was still disguised as a waiter in the main hall. Rafe hadn’t spotted Sam yet—he was there to film the crucifix. At that moment, the trio’s wireless comms malfunctioned.

Everyone believed that the Abyss was home to immortal treasures, unaware that what was left behind were merely the bloodstains of ancient divine beasts, fallen and gravely wounded.

Blaming the rebellious Dark Emperor was one thing; if even Fairy Qiongyang were implicated, the foreign dragon clan’s secret collusion would be laid bare for all to see.

“She’s your sister. Even if not by blood, you’ve lived together for decades. Why must you be so ruthless?” Yun Duo turned back, glaring at Yu Pengpeng, demanding an answer.

Cliffs hundreds of meters high rose as if carved by a giant axe from the heavens. In the mountain winds, these towering precipices seemed ready to topple at any moment onto the shadowy stone forest below.

The old lady had heard the stories of the Xiao family in years past. She knew the rights and wrongs all too clearly.

With a boom, Ye Qing’s true body summoned the dragon’s aura from the shadow realm, resonating with the Phoenix Fairy, and blocked the blow.

As he finished speaking, the nearby dealer quickly pushed two million in chips toward Liu Dong.

The night was dark. As Wang Yi walked around the stone pixiu, something tripped him. The beef in his hand almost fell to the ground. About to curse, he noticed a familiar figure curled up asleep at the creature’s feet.

Mu Yidai’s gentle voice broke the silence within the carriage; it seemed even the man’s breathing at her side could be heard crystal clear.

At first, Guo Xihao disliked resorting to such methods, but now he realized there was simply no other way.

“Let’s go, finish him off, then you’ll take me to find the expert you mentioned,” Ling Chuxi said, paying no heed to the man called Black Feather.

A mighty power, as if capable of destroying heaven and earth, surged toward Qin Xiao, intent on erasing him on the spot.

Roy had no doubt that if he so much as twitched, this furious lion would pounce and snap his throat without mercy.

It wasn’t just Qin Han; aside from Chu Xiu and the others, even the rest of the disciples were dumbfounded. Why surrender? Did that not mean admitting defeat?

Wang Hao, however, was unharmed. As he was blasted backward, two sages caught him, and the energy explosion was easily intercepted—a testament to the terrifying might of the sages.

Fang Qinghan wore a white shirt that hugged his tall, striking frame. Unusually, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his nose, his handsome features shrouded in the shadow of grapevines. A faint spark glimmered at the corner of his lips, making his face alternately appear and vanish, shrouded in an inexplicable melancholy.

Meng Liyu suddenly stepped forward and, with a flash of inner strength, slapped the man in black hard across the face. The man had no time to react; half his face swelled instantly.

She naturally hated herself bitterly; thus, her purpose in approaching the Second Prince must be to deal with her. Such skillful means—truly remarkable.

Yao Guangyue was so anxious that worry was written plainly on her face, and those around her grew increasingly tense as well.

Yuan Yao was dazzled by her smile and, true to his nature as a homebody, bought everything she suggested.

The wild geese beside Gentleman’s Lake still slumbered in their dreams—one wondered, if they too could dream, what kind of dreams would they have?