Volume One, Chapter 78: Battle Against the Ninth Level of Qi Refinement

(1/3)

“We should be almost out of here.” After several days, deep within the endless mountains, Ji Die rode his gourd, gazing into the distance. He could already see the horizon, where the terrain leveled out. In just a few more days, he would reach the heart of Cangzhou.

These past days, aside from the time he spent recovering his spiritual energy, he had been rushing along the road, finally nearing his destination.

“At last!” But just then, a cold, mocking voice rang out. Accompanied by a dazzling, cold gleam, a flying sword shot up from the mountains below.

The attacker was a man in azure robes, standing atop a treetop below. Waves of energy at the ninth level of Qi Refinement radiated from him. With a face full of ridicule, he fixed his gaze on Ji Die—it was one of the three cultivators from the Golden Cold Sect.

Then...

“I only came to buy some medicine. I didn’t expect to run into such a spectacle. What’s going on?” Lin Luo asked.

The key point was, usually the attacker’s name came first, but as soon as the couple’s name was coined, it won everyone’s favor.

“Damned dog! When you took that child and hid in the temporal rift, if I hadn’t risked my life to hold back those people outside, do you think you would have escaped in the end?” Yuan Zong—no, it should be the Blazing Fire Divine Ape—retorted.

However, in this barren land of the Xuantian Continent, it seemed impossible for such high-level bloodlines to emerge.

After everyone finished reading the brief encrypted message, First Mate Zhang Heng, still somewhat incredulous, spoke in the Lucky Cat’s command channel: “Did I see that right? The 55th Star War Legion, under the Zebra Empire, is rapidly approaching this battlefield?”

Deputy Captain Wang Kang gasped, then said, “This... this is outrageous! The nobles of the Golden Lion Empire are really something else. This is far beyond what any normal person could imagine.”

Ever since his bloodline awakened, Ling Yun’s memory had become exceptionally sharp. Every step Zhang Daoyi took was clear in his mind. Carrying Long Xuan, he pulled Chen Li forward; Chen Li, in turn, pulled Chen Guang, and together they followed Ling Yun, traversing that bizarre stretch of distance.

Shi Quan couldn’t be bothered with the old man. It wasn’t that he was fond of that glass; he was just afraid Shi Quan would find him dirty.

He stopped kissing her, removed her arm, and sat down on the footrest beneath the divan, leaning against it, breathing heavily.

(2/3)

Given these circumstances, it was clearly impossible to have the hundred thousand residents of the new city evacuate.

Fame brings trouble, just as fattened pigs attract the butcher. The crux of the matter was that this was no good news. As a farmer-entrepreneur, to be involved in such a scandal, with rumors swirling, his image would be tarnished.

It wasn’t that Ye Xunhuan didn’t want to kill Yuan Ming before he could execute his seventh move—it was that he simply couldn’t.

Although Zhao Ming didn’t spell it out, Zhao Lü was already furious. He had no idea that his wife had, more than once, plotted to kill the princess.

Bai Daping had spent most of his life in the tailoring business and instantly understood Ah Jiu’s words were an excellent idea. He immediately asked Ah Jiu to wait, dashed upstairs, and soon rushed back down, this time bringing with him a young man dressed in pale lotus-colored robes.

Mu Yingting had spent his life maneuvering against others, treating countless people as chess pieces while he played the master. Yet in old age, he had become a piece in someone else’s game.

What a foolish child—since that day at Qingliang Temple when he saved him, he had latched on like a shadow, rarely making requests of his own. Now that he wanted to help Zi Liu at Caixiang Zhai, how could Ah Jiu refuse?

But Qiu Ruoxi, contrary to all expectations, went straight to Su Guyan, who even agreed to meet her.

From now on, we could engage the Sakura Legion in battle at any moment. For every leader we lose, the Poison Sect’s chances of destruction increase.

Everything was unfolding according to each participant’s intentions. On the surface, the imperial court and Qingxi’s forces had yet to clash, but beneath, intrigue and infiltration never ceased—these dramas had played out on this land countless times.

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I suddenly heard a knock at the door. Puzzled, I got up to open it, only to find Ai Tangtang smiling brightly: “Ah Xiu, want to grab a late-night snack?” No mistakes, no skipped words.

Author’s note: My head hurts today, so there’s not much written. I’ll make up for it in a few days. Good night, everyone.

Yan Rusong sat stiffly, brows tightly furrowed, as if oblivious to the world around him.

Chu Yunxi approached the wall and tapped the mural. The wall behind was solid—there was no hidden compartment.

(3/3)

Perhaps this gentleman was worried he might bear a grudge and meddle with the wound he received in the Qin Mountains? In any case, while there were still those in the Great Xuan Realm who wanted his life, the greatest threat—Mo Liancheng—had promised not to act. For Yu Jinbei, that was good news.

After tearing a strip from his clothing to quickly bandage his wound, Yan Yuzhi handed Nuo’er to the Shadow Guard for protection and drew his sword to rejoin the battle.

Once the news spread, and with some deliberate stirring from interested parties, it instantly caused an uproar.

Faced with such a situation, for a moment, no one knew what to do. In their hearts, they each sensed uncertainty—perhaps this was the very issue that worried them. Regardless of what would come next, this was the moment to reflect.

Master Qiu and Ouyang Heng left with her, directly bound for the capital. Yet the Qiu estate still housed a pair of Qiu family elders, whose ancestral roots stretched three generations back in the region, as if they were the true masters there and Master Qiu and Ouyang Heng had never existed.

On the chaotic battlefield, Meng Xingyuan was momentarily stunned. Sweeping his spiritual sense over the field, he immediately grasped what had happened.

Everyone stared fixedly at the main door, yet none dared enter. They all assumed there were traps within.

In the quiet depths of night, she had sent him messages and made calls, but her brief words of concern vanished without a trace, leaving no ripple.

Cao Teng reached out and lifted the red cloth from the tray, revealing a set of dazzling jewelry that instantly caught everyone’s eye.

Bai Xue ignored him and continued. With a sudden tug and push of her left hand, there was a “clunk”—Lu Xueqing’s dislocated right wrist joint snapped back into place. He broke out in a sweat from the pain, staring at Bai Xue in confusion.