Volume One, Chapter 68: The Turmoil at the Seven Mysteries Sect
“How should we handle this?!” Song Jia stared at the stone tablet ahead, his gaze feverish.
“We’ll take it out first and let the Sect Master decide. I remember there used to be a restriction here—perhaps it shattered with the tremor just now, allowing this stele to appear. So this stone tablet is very likely left by the Ancestor in the past!” Zhou Xu spoke calmly, without selfishness.
“Alright!”
Time was running short for the broken camphor leaf; the two had no chance to hesitate. Zhou Xu stepped forward and stored the stone tablet in his pouch, then swiftly retraced their steps.
Ji Die hadn’t emerged yet, but they couldn’t wait. They stepped onto the altar and appeared inside the hall.
“Why are only the two of you out? Where’s Ji Die?” Liu Tao saw only the two of them...
“Dragon Jade!” Qin Zheng hadn’t even finished his exclamation when a torrent of dragon energy howled out from the jade pendant. Like the heavy palm strike of an inner martial arts master, it struck Qin Zheng full force. Instantly, he dissolved into smoke, swept away by a sudden gust, vanishing into the bath chamber.
Murong Di and Nangong Linyi’s faces betrayed no emotion; they merely surveyed their surroundings with cold indifference.
In the blink of an eye, the fire kite collided in midair with the venomous insect. The fire kite exploded with a thunderous roar, dazzling flames painting the sky, the blast echoing heaven-shakingly. The venomous insect was incinerated, its ashes billowing up to cover the heavens, creating a spectacular sight from afar.
“Well then, let’s wait for Chairwoman Hu to rid us of this menace.” Hearing this, everyone felt relieved that Du Tie would no longer trouble them, and began addressing Hu Yan as Chairwoman.
Perhaps it was precisely this feeling that sparked a fierce urge for vengeance in Haines. Though his veins carried the blood of the Habs family, his will to destroy that family—even the Council of Elders—was harder than Quintilamic steel.
The first Bloodblade Guard was blasted apart by concentrated true energy, bursting into a rain of blood. Then the second, and the third... Those secret guards who couldn’t withstand the impact were blown to pieces, bodies utterly obliterated.
Don’t force me to hate you... Don’t force me to hate you... Ouyang Yingqi’s words spun endlessly in his mind, and he clenched his fists in anguish.
On the west side, the Emei Mountain contingent of the Righteous Dragon Gang had already ascended; the pits were dug, while Zhang Gui was still listening to the incessant chatter of the monk inside. The wind howled outside, and Zhang Gui, drowsy and inattentive, failed to hear the soldiers climbing the mountain.
Murong Di and Shen Shiyi arrived as well... Observing the situation, they said nothing. Shen Shiyi sat beside Ouyang Yingqi, tightly holding her hand.
At first, Lin Huang’s visualization went smoothly—the first ten images took barely ten minutes altogether.
Then came a period of silence. The four beauties on the periphery had reined in their anger, yet still watched the two surrounded figures with colored, judgmental eyes.
“Hey! Get up! Get up! Get up!” Zhuangzi hurried to his feet and helped the three children up. Then, from his pocket, he took out prepared jade pendants and handed them to the children one by one.
After speaking, the senior in black crouched down, clutching his head, and began to sob loudly.
“They’ve been inside for days now. The doctor says their condition is grim, their lives could be in danger at any moment. I...” Kang Huiming’s voice grew choked with emotion.
Thinking of the key person, Liu Hai glanced toward Cai Qingming, who was discussing matters with Liu Hao nearby.
Moreover, Yang Xiao wasn’t wrong. Just moments ago, this person tried to kill them, treating them like ants. Now, what right did he have to demand not to be humiliated?
Had he not possessed Flight Technique and neural reflex abilities, he would have died, either pierced by a crossbow or gravely wounded.
“You’re Liu Hao, aren’t you?” The lead bodyguard took a deep breath. Though stopped and outnumbered, he did not flinch—after all, he was an elite of the Sun family, courage was not lacking.
Wei Changtong knew that the old man in blue robes was warning him not to waste energy pointlessly inside the Demon Suppressing Tower.
Arriving at the mining area, he saw that most of the labor disciples were busy extracting ore.
He appeared extremely flustered, stammering as he spoke—for Homan and Roland, with their daggers drawn, radiated an unconscious murderous aura from the battlefield.
She had just formed her Golden Core, causing a natural phenomenon outside the gates, hundreds of devotees prostrating themselves in utmost sincerity. From within the distant Biyou Manor, her heart sensed it, gaining a faint understanding of divine incense.
Meanwhile, Ever began deploying smoke grenades; Ez deliberately showed himself in the lower jungle, while Braum appeared in the upper jungle. Both then withdrew at the same time, leaving the RNG team uncertain.
Lu Yun was last-hitting minions in the top lane when suddenly the game was paused. Tournament staff approached, instructing players to cease communication and turn off their headset links.
“Yu Ru! You can see through objects, right? Have a look!” Blue Fox’s words reminded me. I focused my mind, calmed my breath, and scanned my surroundings.
Shen Run glanced over, found the sight somewhat glaring, and withdrew his gaze. He discovered Morning Light was watching him; feeling guilty for no reason, he turned his head away.
Han Guanghu struggled to decide, so he proposed a trip to the Daquan Dynasty. Thus, the group visited Peach Blossom Ferry and Mirage City to witness the customs and scenery of Daquan firsthand.
There was no time for hospital cardiovascular and heart rate tests—he simply searched symptoms online, bought fast-acting heart pills to keep at home.
Streich announced the lineup in advance, fielding only substitutes and newcomers, playing a 4-4-2 formation. No new tactics, and Yu Hui had no chance to play.
In deep sleep, one cannot accurately sense the passage of time. He didn’t know how long had passed, only vaguely aware that the anesthesia hadn’t fully worn off yet.