Chapter Forty-Five Little Violet

Astonished in my heart, the peachwood sword in my hand activated once more, its trajectory abruptly shifting.

With a sharp tearing sound, the blade ripped through the white-robed specter's garment.

The specter’s crimson eyes widened in terror and hatred as she waved her long sleeves, sending a gust toward me like a violent wind.

I leapt aside, dodging swiftly. Suddenly, the broken peachwood sword flew from my hand, piercing straight into her forehead.

…

Inevitably, parts of my body brushed against and pressed into branches, leaves, and vines, producing faint sounds in the undergrowth.

However, after refining this batch of ninth-grade essence blood, Xian Cun finally felt a surge of fullness within. There was no doubt—his body had reached its limit; he could not continue tempering himself for the time being.

At first, Shao Yitian could understand Qin Xue’s parents’ actions—after all, the hearts of parents are always tender for their children. But after listening to Qin Xue’s story, Shao Yitian realized her parents truly deserved no sympathy. It could be said that Qin Xue was the way she was entirely because of them.

Upon hearing this, Master Zhang immediately calmed himself. The reason for his earlier rage was only human. It was like a hardworking old father watching his prodigal son squander a lifetime’s fortune in a short time—even if it didn’t kill him, he would be half-dead from anger.

“Damn it, why didn’t you say so earlier!” Shen Qiansan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn’t just eaten one, but a handful—and thankfully, he was alert enough to handle it.

“Incredible, to be able to refine nine drops of ninth-grade essence blood in one breath. That’s equivalent to the yield of nine first-level shamans refining their blood with all their might. It seems this Shamanic True Codex was truly meant for me!” Feeling the six extra drops of ninth-grade essence blood in his body, Xian Cun couldn’t help but feel fortunate.

Meanwhile, Ma Bin managed to get through to Basong, but the two of them spoke at cross purposes for ages before finally making it clear that something had happened.

Only then did Li Qingyu and the others remember that Shao Yitian was a formidable weapon in his own right. If someone really wanted to harm him, there was little they could do to stop him.

The communicator had transformed the continent of Falling Leaves. In the web of Heaven and Earth’s spiritual energy, almost anything could be found online—as long as it wasn’t too classified, it could basically be retrieved.

Xia Xuan employed the Bone Displacement Technique, twisting Chi Mu Mu’s shoulder and dislocating his tendons.

Upon awakening, Shen Yu could still smell the scent of kyara lingering on his body, along with a persistent, intoxicating sensuality. His heart pounded like a drum, and it took a long time for him to recover.

Ever since my grandfather died helping me “reset my hand,” I had been overwhelmed with grief. Since this old man before me knew my grandfather, he should also know the truth.

In those past years, he once believed he might recover completely, perhaps even regain his lost martial skills.

Deep in his sunken sockets, those cold, penetrating eyes seemed able to see through the deepest secrets of the human heart.

Though she had lost part of her memory, Jiang Xinghai had never been kind to her—hadn’t the news reported it often enough before?

Gu Qinxin’s head throbbed. Mo Qingyu was about the same age as A Xiao; she even wondered if they might have been classmates.

“Then, Yan City, when shall we go to New City Group for my handover?” Though New City Group was registered under Jiang Yuxi’s name, it was Mo Yancheng who managed it, so Jiang Xinghai naturally had to seek his opinion.

“Th-thank you…” I felt my words falter and blamed myself inwardly for being so useless.

If Fu Xizhou had been present to hear his childhood friends offering such blunt, unreserved criticism, the look on his face would surely have been remarkable.

Now that Zhang Yi had admitted he wasn’t a second-generation rich kid, all of Fang Yuqing’s doubts were finally resolved.