Volume One, Chapter 65: The Southern Heaven Continent

“You must be joking, young master… Your surname is one that countless people would flock to…” The old woman dared not speak out of turn about her mistress’s affairs.

Even if this mistress was not favored within the clan—otherwise, she would not have left home as a child, coming alone to the Seven Mysteries Sect in Cangzhou in search of the legendary ‘Scripture of Supreme Purity’—still, the scripture had vanished for centuries, only appearing several hundred years ago. How could anyone expect to find it now?

But she was, in the end, of the Jiang family—daughter of the patriarch himself. Even if the first lady disliked her and suppressed her, these were matters for their own master to handle.

“You once said you would only be away for eight years. If you do not return, I fear someone will soon raze the Seven Mysteries Sect to the ground,” the elderly woman advised gently…

At this rate, treating every patient in the village no longer seemed an impossible task.

Ji Ruomin was utterly focused, lying prone above the city on the sixth floor, one leg hooked over the window railing for stability, eyes fixed through the scope, unwaveringly trained forward down the barrel.

She was convinced that Yu Leilei was indifferent to the competition, and changing her mind would be no easy feat.

The two team members spun around together, rifles spitting fire in anger, riddling the killer with bullets. Zhuang Tong, their teammate, cried out and hugged Qiao Yueyue; another member rushed to assist, and together they withdrew the gravely wounded Qiao Yueyue from the battlefield.

Gu Ye decided to keep a close eye on Lin Qianqian. This woman was prone to causing trouble—who knew what mischief she might stir up if given the chance? She might even turn the tables one day, fabricating rumors against Ted. Gu Ye wanted to be prepared.

What does it mean to be vigorous in old age? To grow stronger with the years? Or to never die—no, that last phrase is used incorrectly.

“Where am I?” Ye Hongli saw Chi Qingyao and, with some confusion and wariness, asked her.

This time, with Tang Aoxue’s support, Bai Su deftly dodged Jonathan Yingtai’s attacks while shooting sixteen silver needles into his body.

The swirling wind tossed Xiao Wanruo’s long hair high, making it dance like black flames leaping in the night.

Glancing at Zhuo Nianqi, who continued to pester Xu Yueqing, Zhuo Xiangyu refused to be outdone and opened his mouth, signaling to Xu Yueqing.

Qiang Shun saw it too. When he heard me shout “after them,” he immediately took off in pursuit, but I quickly grabbed him. The sound of footsteps faded, suggesting the person had fled in panic.

If the problem was resolved, why pursue responsibility? Surely, in the give-and-take between Han Minggong and Li Xiuman, the matter would soon be quietly swept away.

Wan Zigui’s sigh made Zhuo Xiangyu nod in agreement, but his brows furrowed tightly—he felt no relief even after narrowing the scope of their search.

Nagato Yuki would not go, and Kyon thought Ryoko Asakura would abstain as well, but to his surprise, she signed up.

Roubi’s idea met no objection from Yin Huan. In this era, it was indeed so, but the ache in her heart never quite faded, always tugging at her with pain.

Yet my shouts seemed useless; the two suspects charged at me, kicking me hard in the stomach and sending me flying.

Zhuo Xiangyu knew clearly what D City meant to Xu Yueqing. Since she truly wanted to return, he would accompany her.

By this time, Li Chunsheng had already resigned several months before. His family was from Huixian, quite far away, and since then, we had lost touch.

The black stone was sealed away by Qin Mei, making direct contact impossible; they could only run tests with instruments. Though called a stone, it was not truly stone—analysis revealed it to be an unknown substance: no radiation, no smell, and no electromagnetic waves. But once someone was exposed, it would begin to consume them.

“Chief, they hired professionals, not immortals—how can anyone guarantee some of those plants won’t die?” Wang Bin said dismissively, pulling a juicy, succulent chunk of lamb off a skewer as he spoke.

The three took their seats. Liu Leyou launched into an endless recollection of campus life, while Xiang Ranran grew considerably quieter; after all, his school years were spent entirely on study and part-time jobs.

Xue Tiantian left Xu Hongguo’s side, sat next to Le Jiayang, and picked up a glass of juice to drink.

Ye Sangsang was never arrogant. She always trusted Ye Yugui, but regardless, some explanation was due.

Just as Wang Tian raised his knife to strike down Yun Chen, who had just approached him.

Guo Yan was testing a sewing machine, making a pair of sleeves—handy for cooking or housework, keeping clothes clean and protected.

“If I could own one in my lifetime, my life would be complete!” Wang Bin said, reluctantly returning the trophy to Song Qiao.

Beasts, after all, loved flesh and blood—especially those that had developed intelligence. Seeing the three people bleeding from being struck by stones, the creatures snorted and howled, their greedy cries echoing through the valley.

He placed the calming elixir he had refined into the pill furnace and began to concoct the Meridian-Opening Pill. An hour later, it was finally complete.

Wu Yue knew everything Wu Ziqiang said was true, so she relented, took the keys from him, and went with Zhang Haitao back to Wu Ziqiang’s rented room to rest.

What if she not only helped Bai Shu kill her rival but also aided Bai Yan in killing both her rival and the rival’s son? What should she do then?

Perhaps because they’d known each other the longest, Zhao Fan and Lei Hongkai were closest. The office walls were plastered with strange photos of the undead carrying heads, making every adjutant shiver involuntarily upon entering. Was the commander warding off evil spirits?

“Aunt, it’s my fault, please don’t blame me,” Zhuo Zhaojie said, unable to defend himself under her words, blushing as he stood to apologize.

Mo Yichen closed his eyes, took a deep breath. She was getting bold, but the kind of communication he wanted now was not through words. Chaotic beauty.

As Gu Shaochen passed by her, he slipped his arm around her waist, his voice low and husky.

Just as I reached the back door of the base, the situation changed. Several combatants suddenly began firing energy blasts recklessly, and one even leapt at me, grabbing me tightly.

So that’s how it was. The state he described must have been the terror I felt upon seeing that massive black-winged bat, followed by the self-enforced calm, convincing myself I’d be fine upon waking—that whole period.

“I’ve made the decision for you.” Jiang Muchen’s handsome face remained cold as ever, as if shrouded in frost, with a domineering air that brooked no refusal.

As I drank water, my phone rang on the desk. I picked it up absentmindedly—the number was unfamiliar. I assumed it was another call from Lu Xiangling.

Nie Kuang and Shi Potian stared blankly at Xiao Yuanshan and the others charging toward them, unable to understand why their domain no longer affected these newcomers.