Volume One, Chapter 99: The Token

“When my sect’s disciple wins, Brother Tian, don’t be too attached to your Heavenly Cold Dew…”

Wuchen smiled quietly at Tian Hu’s dismissive attitude and said nothing. Among the disciples competing this time were many Foundation Establishment cultivators; a mere Qi Refining cultivator was hardly a match. The two chatted and laughed leisurely.

Meanwhile, several miles away, Ji Die stood on the Qiankun Fan, unaware that he had already entered a trial ground. After flying for a while, he suddenly halted midair, looking around with suspicion.

The forest was silent, nothing unusual stirring.

“For some reason, ever since I arrived here, I’ve had the feeling… of being watched!” he murmured uncertainly.

Hearing Fugue mention this, the memory of twelve years ago surged back—the anger he felt when Heng refused to kick him in the head—and Uchiha Yangshu’s rage flared anew, slapping the tatami and glaring fiercely.

The expedition leader was momentarily stunned, not expecting such a decisive refusal, not even listening to the conditions.

It was a peculiar energy fluctuation, markedly different from ordinary artifact forging treasures.

To be honest, he hadn’t been here for a long time and had no reason to come.

I reckon Lin’s father still harbors thoughts of Wen Xuyan’s birth mother, and Lin’s mother, unable to swallow her grievances, acted rashly by posting the engagement matter on the external network.

“Brother, let’s play the waiting hawk—wait for them to wear each other down, then we seize the opportunity to snatch all the good stuff from them!” Ye Xuantian proposed boldly.

Despite all the chatter, Chen Ziting’s eyes remained closed; only occasionally did her pupils shift beneath her eyelids. The doctor said she was wrestling with her thoughts and would awaken once her mind was clear.

About a year ago, that man set his sights on the Wave Nation, using wealth and violence to act recklessly, quickly monopolizing the island’s maritime traffic and transport.

Apart from Zhou Jianfeng’s death, which saddened her somewhat, she sensed something amiss—she had been piecing together many things in recent days, contemplating a crucial question.

He could not decipher her attitude; perhaps he never would, or it might take a lifetime to understand.

Even if many regarded him as an outsider, the slightest admiration and shock were inevitable.

Thinking of His Majesty’s youthful rejuvenation and his profound words, Liu Ji knew the chance to obtain the divine medicine had arrived and earnestly cooperated, pleading.

Thanks to Xu Qinke’s connection, others had to stand by, but Lin Yunmeng was simply questioned briefly and then released.

The rain grew heavier. As the carriage left, leaving a trail of tracks, a figure wearing a conical hat appeared where they had stayed. The hat was pulled low, hiding the face; raindrops slid silently down and splashed on the ground.

Zhou Lan was about to emulate the others’ exit when Elder Zhou Dan’s voice called out, so he stayed on the arena to await the duel.

Ming Jing, who died quietly, had been used by Wen Erfan in secret to lay many preparations and backup plans—no one knew.

Wen Erfan looked at the three opposite him, suddenly embarrassed. What was with their pitying expressions?

Unleashing his utmost power, an infinite sword qi of the five elements condensed instantly into a terrifying phantom sword, slashing toward Ye Xin.

Wen Erfan, sitting on the sofa, rubbed his swollen knees and elbows, casting a somewhat reproachful glance at him.

He knew he would leave sooner or later—since early autumn to the Bodhi Mountain, he had always known. Yet why did the sight of parting bring such bitterness and grievance to his heart?

The withered bloodsucking vine, as thick as a human thigh, lay trembling on the ground, unwilling to accept death. He left the deep mountains seeking a way to extend his life but ended up losing it instead.

The unicorn form Riley took was five meters long, truly powerful and majestic; sitting atop was comfortable, with no jolts—a rare mount that Jiang Yi greatly admired.

Now, the Floating Pagoda Dharma Seal in Jian Fei’s hands was a treasure acquired from some unknown elder, purchased from the trading market at an unknown time.

They drank the thousand vats of “Thousand Days Wakefulness” dry, then both fell into drunken stupor. When they awoke, three years had passed.

Though Qin Zhao knew the Hydra’s people cared greatly about their reputation and had committed many evils over the years, there was never any rumor of them resorting to underhanded tactics or breaking promises.

The old man immediately paid in full and left with “Melancholy Breeze.” He was cunning, knowing he had become a coveted prize, so he left at the auction’s start. At this time, few cultivators would pursue him.

Soon after, Shi Yue met Jiang Feng and handed over an agreement: “Brother Ma has given half the port to Lord Jiang. He hopes you accept it graciously.”

“Sister Lan, we have only fifteen minutes. After that, the flight will appear on the opponent’s radar!” a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses said urgently.

“I have my reasons. If you’re fine, please leave. I have to cultivate,” Xia Zaifei said, preparing to leap onto the iron pole.

But when the man lifted the corner of his car curtain and heard the crowd’s breath suddenly still, he remembered everything.

Ye Feng had no mood to observe his appearance and stepped forward to restrain him, eyes cold and sharp.

Because from that figure emanated lethal danger—obviously, Wang Jie was already exerting his full strength.

I thought if I didn’t return to the Wang Mansion tonight, the Carefree King would send someone to find me, so I wasn’t worried about him not letting me go. Now, I only worry about one thing: finding food.

Wang Gaoren voiced his concern, then finally relaxed completely.

A few years ago, it was manageable, but recently, Sarutobi increasingly felt overwhelmed. He had made his worst-case plans: forcing Jiraiya to take office, or bringing back Tsunade. As a descendant of the Senju clan, no one could oppose her becoming Hokage.

“So what exactly is going on?” Fan Xiaodong observed the black-feathered beast continuously, noticing it paused briefly at every millennia-old spirit herb.

Jin Se had never looked at him as seriously as now. Xuanming was always cold and unsmiling, speaking rarely. Yet such a man was deeply loved by Jin Se.