Volume One, Chapter 95: Perilous Situation

So many Foundation Establishment cultivators mobilized, all just for me—a mere Qi Condensation practitioner! Ha! Ji Die wasn’t sure whether to feel honored or harbor other emotions. The combined force of the two was formidable, not to be underestimated. Hastily he formed seals, channeling his spiritual energy into a flaming skull to fend off the nearest sword light.

This was the technique once used by Qin Yan, whom he had slain earlier—a spell that only Foundation Establishment cultivators could practice, far superior in grade and power to anything Ji Die had previously studied.

Yet after a bout of collision, Ji Die failed to gain the upper hand. The flaming skull was shattered on the spot, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his hair in disarray—yet he remained unshaken. He had endured so much…

Mu Liqi broke through down the flank and crossed the ball. Li Qingshan leapt, aiming a header, but the ball missed the goal by a whisker, drawing a massive sigh from the crowd.

Yu Yangzi cried out as the black and white yin-yang divine light transformed into two dragons—one black, one white—intertwining head to tail, charging straight toward Taixuan.

Although Pang Feng hadn’t slain many high-level demon beasts, he had killed countless creatures of the Bone-Washing and Profound-Understanding realms.

“What did he see?” Mo Qiang spread out his divine sense in confusion. His expression changed, and he unfurled his angelic wings to pursue Nan Sheng.

As time passed, the heavenly tribulation grew stronger and stronger. The energy it contained made even the Divine Emperor of the Pure Land and the Dean of the Cultivation Academy uneasy.

Returning to the police station, I played the surveillance footage from the day before the victim’s death while speaking to the captain: “It’s clear from the footage that the man wearing the baseball cap and mask was deliberately following the victim.” I paused the video, pointing it out to the captain.

Cristiano Ronaldo placed the ball carefully, stepping back as if preparing to take a direct free kick from outside the penalty area.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” She accepted the pill and, under Bei Chen Hao Xuan’s supervision, took it without any suspicion that he might wish her harm.

Manchester United did not field their main squad for this match, instead sending out a team of substitutes. Li Qingshan and other key players weren’t even listed in the squad.

Guang Tong was in high spirits, his face radiating joy all the way, likely because he had reconciled with Su Li.

He had expected the mutant cat to give chase, but after running some distance, Li Yi noticed, strangely, that it wasn’t pursuing him.

When Leng Meiying’s gaze swept over him, Ouyang Rufen lifted his cloak slightly, and a pair of blood-red eyes behind it suddenly stared back at her.

Qin Dagongzi harbored hatred toward both the court and the emperor; he might easily accomplish such deeds without alerting anyone.

Hundreds of cultivators near the old practitioner didn’t act, but retreated further and further. Not because they lacked the ability, but because they didn’t want to attract his attention.

Xia Xin dismissed him, releasing his grip on the other’s foot and attempting to help Zeng Jun up first.

Wu Yue, smiling, said, “Since you trust me, the internal energy this master has transferred to you far exceeds what the lady could have given.”

There was a raised stone path along the coastal road, stretching far—a barrier to prevent cars from veering into the sea.

Those with some experience could remain unperturbed in such situations. But this did not include Yan Qin and Miss Gu Qi.

The three continued onward. Elder Huaxin had reached the peak of Immortal King cultivation; with him, Wu Yue was much safer.

“There are mutant dogs inside—we can’t handle them.” Guo Dagang didn’t hide his concern and spoke directly.

“Let’s return to Embroidery Pavilion—ha!” She could only go back now, so the sisters guarding the door could keep him out, or else she’d be done for.

Only upon truly stepping into Yue Yi’s Fairy Tale Kingdom did everyone finally experience firsthand why it was called such.

She pulled a hair-thin silver needle from her sleeve, went to the box, and unlocked the golden lock.

Qin Yu listened to the sounds outside the door, her head aching. All this fuss just because someone couldn’t get used to the food?

“Lan Qing, stop pacing.” Mei Qiao watched Lan Qing circling the room; already injured, she felt dizzy.

When things finally quieted outside, Chen Cheng noticed the ‘Red-Feathered Lion Kite’ in the corner of the room remained motionless.

Otherwise, activating five layers of dark energy simultaneously would be as powerful as any sword technique aimed at the surface.

At the hour of the dragon, the prince said she could let the princess out. He’d mentioned that the princess was magnanimous enough to handle two hours of confinement without issue.

He was about to explain, but saw she had already packed up and left without even turning her head. He wanted to call after her, to explain he meant no offense. But when the words reached his lips, he fell silent, watching her walk farther and farther away.

The chatter of others made Miao Kedi’s head buzz—unable to bear it, she covered her head and knelt heavily.

Li Mu spoke for him, much better than if Li Shimin had done so himself; Li Shimin didn’t want to bear a bad reputation. Li Mu didn’t care—reputation meant nothing to him.

This was the ugliest body proportion: no matter what clothes she wore, nothing flattered her figure. Her height was decent, at 165 centimeters, but with a 3:2 ratio between upper and lower body, she looked shorter than she was.

Logically, having said so much, a concession should be made. Based on their detailed descriptions, there was indeed some resemblance to Qi Lin. But under these circumstances, what was Yue Yong to do?

She clicked her tongue in surprise—so many clothes, surely bought over several trips. After reading all the tags, she was both shocked and gratified.

Yan Su was both chief physician and second aunt, so she cared deeply for Chuqi. Some things, she even taught Jian Yiyang how to handle.

She plopped down on another chair, glaring at Shen Jinzhong with a look full of threat.

Everyone’s gaze turned to the doorway, where a beautiful, elegant figure appeared, lips curved in a gentle smile, regal and dignified.

Because of this established educational system, Li Shimin didn’t understand why Lady Yin wanted her son sent to the Heavenly Works Institute.

Everything would be decided once Jing’er returned. With a wave of her sleeve, she immediately sent a message to Xiling Jing, telling her that Xue Yue had run into trouble in the demon dog’s lair.

Cui Yiyan would send a detailed plan to Chang’an, and after approval, he could begin implementing it.

Seeing the situation, the allied commander—Chao Haisheng, Grand Marshal of the Sheng Dynasty Empire—and Jin Shan Nu, Grand Marshal of the Jin Hai Empire, took action.

Long Xuan nodded slightly; this was the perfect opportunity to wrestle with the Dao of later generations and test its weaknesses.

Mi Zhao gripped the reins tightly, straining to discern the sounds around him, urging his war horse forward.

The Duke of Zhenyuan gazed at the direction indicated by the guard. On the ground, there was only a patch of congealed blood and drag marks.

After a brief delay, the army resumed its march, advancing toward their destination. The road was long, but every step brought them closer.

“Holy hell!” Sun Qi was terrified by the scene. At the same time, the laboratory lights began to flicker, alarms blared, and the place looked like the end of the world.