Volume One, Chapter 96: The Phantom Ship Appears

Ji Die lowered his head and stared at the crimson sword plunged into his chest. His lips trembled, and he lifted his gaze toward the middle-aged man not far away, whose robes were drenched in blood. With a thunderous crash, Ji Die toppled to the ground.

All around was silent, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves stirred by the wind drifting from the forest.

“Hah…huff…hahaha…” The middle-aged man bent over, coughing, as though savoring the joy of victory.

The wounds from those wind blades had not been as severe as before. It was only natural—such a dense barrage could not retain the same power. He had been struck many times, yet suffered only minor injuries.

“The Taiqing Sutra is mine!” He laughed loudly, staggering step by step toward Ji Die…

Ye Jinchen studied her carefully, seeing that she truly didn’t appear angry anymore, finally relaxing.

The agent spoke to Lin Jinghao with a deep sense of guilt and sincerity, gazing out from the high-rise apartment at the cityscape of East City. In truth, Ju Can’s arrival in East City could prove troublesome for him.

Mei Qing was older now. Once meticulous about his attire, he now deliberately restrained himself, wearing only dark-colored robes. Even so, he remained conspicuous; standing amid a crowd, he always seemed somewhat different.

In no time, all five shopkeepers rushed out anxiously, wiping the sweat from their brows as they walked.

“Stop staring. I have a scar across my face, so I always wear a mask. If not for my visit to Lingyun this time, I wouldn’t have removed it,” the mysterious figure explained.

Opposite Qin Chuchu sat Tang Yan. Lin Feng had never met her before today, which was why he didn’t recognize her.

Ye Jinchen doted on his wife without measure, not only supporting her every decision but also secretly preparing a studio for her, gifting it on her birthday as a surprise.

“Don’t bother washing it. Just throw it away,” Yan Zhi said disdainfully, pointing at the cloth on the table, smeared with the Third Princess’s tears and snot.

No matter what, people were seeking solace and spreading positive energy. It would feel rude to interrupt.

No one cared about racial or sectarian differences now. Faced with the Demonic race, unity was the only way.

“What?” Seeing their attacks have no effect, the two were no fools; they immediately retreated. The black vortex beside Qing Binghe, which they had always assumed to be an illusion, now confronted them directly, and they realized just how mistaken they’d been.

Lian Chun gazed at Lian Qingqing with deep affection. He had found her abandoned on the roadside and, feeling pity and a sense of shared fate, took her in.

Bai Ze’s vision was clouded by resentment. He could no longer distinguish which of Tan Luo’s words were truthful and which were lies.

Facing Lu Yingquan’s interrogation, Fu Rong grew more fearful. She had indeed earned Lu Yingquan’s trust and used it to accomplish what Du Liangren had asked of her. Yet she never anticipated today’s events.

Management of the city troubled him. He struggled with his own affairs, let alone governing a city, and yet the emperor seemed filled with expectations, talking about a flourishing age.

Jiang “Door” God’s expression froze; the heat in his heart was suddenly doused as if with a bucket of icy water. Then, whatever he thought of next sent a chill straight to his bones, making him shudder.

Zhuo Tian shook his head in denial. Though his strength had advanced since last using the Great Dao Sword Technique, it could not possibly reach such heights.

Chen Fangjin’s lips curved into a gentle smile, like the warm spring sun—the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Ice Soul Glaze!” Qing Binghe’s spiritual power surged, conjuring a massive ice explosion that swept toward Qing Yue Ling. Yet Qing Yue Ling merely scoffed, and the storm dissipated as if it had never existed.

“Hmph, mediocre performance,” Guan Miaotong murmured arrogantly in Mo Liu’s ear, evidently a little jealous.

Fang Ruyan’s bright eyes reflected the blaze; she had no time to dodge. Just as despair took hold, Li Yunchen shoved her aside, and the fire-poison insect burrowed instantly into his body.

Given the circumstances, Xu Qi had no need to say more. Both sides held their own positions and convictions; there was no point in further debate.

These three were clearly well-versed in blade techniques and, with their cultivation higher than Wu Yong’s, their combat experience was extensive, especially as a cooperative trio.

In history, only five Supreme Beings were ever recorded, and two were Dual Awakened. If news of a Dual Awakened spread, the world would be thrown into chaos—even the celestial barrier of Huaxia could not withstand such madness.

Xiao Nu wanted to use this incident to purge the Qu and Qian families, leaving only the elite and those truly useful.

“Trying to escape!” In the next moment, his figure shifted; the golden spear blocked the path with unmatched dominance. At the same time, Lu Dingchang from the Heavenly Sword Sect arrived, trapping the target firmly between them.

And now, a step closer to the Mystical Realm, soon the seed would transform into liquid, condensing into a Life Pill, and spell cultivation could begin to augment his combat ability.

Mo Liu wasted no time, immediately placing the purple-gold staff dropped by the first to fall in the trade column.

As the skill activated, Mo Liu grinned, revealing neat white teeth, brimming with wicked intent.

This diplomatic mission aimed to pledge loyalty to General Ashikaga Yoshiharu and request permission to march to Kyoto—when the Imagawa family prepared to advance, they could claim to act under the shogun’s command.

Guo Bin’s heart skipped: Could it be that the Peaceful Way has infiltrated the rear hall?

Earlier, while drinking, he had been so entranced by Cheng Rou’s gentle beauty that he hadn’t drunk much, which left him relatively sober now.

“The extra corpse, upon confirmation, appears to be a ninja from the Wind Demon clan, killed right at the main entrance,” Oda Nobunaga said calmly, revealing an unexpected detail. Those present grew more puzzled, except for Yu Qiuping, whose face changed dramatically.

Those with only a vague impression likely long ago forgot about Long Shaofeng. Even if he managed to enter Donghai University, he would be as elusive as a dragon, impossible to find.

Yet the two families were so close, they couldn’t manage a ten-mile bridal procession, but the entire Taikang District truly became a sea of celebration.

Even passersby were influenced by the fans’ aloof attitude; no one engaged in arguments, nor even indulged in gossip, most simply reminisced about Qu Changli’s classic roles.

There were many martial saints at Hua Yan’s side, but now they seemed to have vanished. The handsome man’s footsteps sounded like war drums, yet disturbed no one; the silence threatened to shatter Hua Yan’s heart.

At first, Long Shaofeng hadn’t considered this, but the young man’s tone and confident manner made him instantly realize the truth.

Walking along the road, he pondered the thoughts of the Millennium Beast King. Moments ago, he was almost certain she was testing him. In other words, she did not want him to sever ties with the Ice Fox.