Volume One, Chapter 57: The Psychological Duel

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After Scarface finished speaking, he shattered the helmet of Lingxiao’s armor with a single slash, forcing the Evil Ancient Buddha out.

“Is it finally dead?” Han Mo gazed across the empty expanse. There was no light, no matter, and scarcely any energy within the void.

Now that they had met and knew each other to be safe and well, why hurry to meet again merely to exchange greetings?

Cai Yidao was probably in for a miscalculation this time. The person arriving was none other than Prefect Ruan himself, leading the troops in person as they advanced toward the mouth of the gorge with thunderous momentum.

In the eyes of the craftsmen, Han Mo, with his far-advanced technology, was the person they respected most—especially since he had given that technology to them free of charge.

Seeing that Yanhong was losing, Qi Ji immediately wrapped an arm around her. He poured all his strength into the Heart-渡引, transforming it into a golden whip that lashed toward the two ghostly heads.

As the unease and panic in his heart intensified, his grip on Xiahou Shuyao’s hand unconsciously tightened.

Snow fell thickly, and clear skies had not appeared for ten days or half a month. Along the roads lay the bones of those frozen to death, while behind vermilion gates songs and dances continued.

Though this realm was not especially difficult, its complexity and persistence marked the first threshold of cultivation. If one could not open the twelve primary meridians, how could one successfully gather spiritual energy? And how could one continue along the path of cultivation?

The burly man split his lips in a sinister grin. As he spoke, several people around him exchanged knowing smiles.

This was bad. In peacetime, if one of those virtual streamers pulled something like this during a broadcast—“forgetting to mute the microphone while delivering a speech”—people would certainly suspect it was staged.

Ye Jie had finally learned his lesson this time. Without waiting for Xia Wei to remind him, he pulled her back thirty feet to avoid being accidentally injured by the mushroom’s power.

“Nothing. I’ll need it for cultivation later.” Yun Ziyi explained herself, shifting her snowy legs into another crossed position. Her slender, beautiful feet stirred the splashing water, her posture utterly alluring.

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Sheng Mumu stepped out of the car, smoothed her wind-tossed hair, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Eighty thousand Japanese soldiers surged over the walls of the camp in a mighty tide, their roar like a landslide and a tsunami as they charged down from above.

With their feeble intelligence, they could never understand why companions who had been quiet just moments ago had suddenly gone mad.

Lin Jianxing fixed his eyes on Nie Yang. His gaze was icy, as though he were looking at a corpse, and he came forward step by step.

Once Amelia had vented her anger, the garden returned to its former appearance, beautiful as a celestial paradise, as though the dark and terrifying scene from moments before had been nothing more than an illusion.

After his wife and children died, his heart fell into despair. Like the city itself, he sank into boundless silence. The only thing still alive within him was a sinful heart bent on revenge.

After clasping his fists and answering Yinuo, Sanlang and the others—who had arrived brimming with fighting spirit—returned with their heads bowed. Before long, that atmosphere spread to the several thousand soldiers stationed there.

Compared with Chen Lanyin, Xiao Qian was practically a fox. Her instincts for danger were exceptionally sharp, which was why she had forcibly ended the press conference before the other woman could finish speaking.

As for the crying incident on the first day of school, Zhan Zhao had heard about it as well. A boy in Zhan Xiangsi’s class had exchanged a few harsh words with her, and because she had never argued with anyone in public before, she ended up crying.

“Is that Mengmeng? Can it fly? Can you just ride it away from this deserted island? Would you abandon us?” Seeing Mengmeng, the leader of the previous group immediately bombarded An Ran with a string of questions.

After leaving Gong Xiaoying’s house, I suddenly felt that everything in the past had already passed. Now all I had was the gang and Sister Hong, and my only effort was to make the gang prosper even further.

All kinds of noisy voices surrounded me. Standing at the center of the commotion, I looked at the scene and slowly smiled. If only things could always remain like this. Yet we still had many hardships and obstacles ahead.

My heart jolted, and an ominous premonition immediately surged through me. Could that be Duan Guanxin’s remains?

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“My foot doesn’t hurt anymore.” Though Ye Qian said this, she had no intention of walking on her own. Smiling, she leaned against his chest. “Let’s have dinner with Uncle Wei. After dinner, I’ll return to the marquis’s residence.” Her wedding was only a month away, and it was no longer appropriate for her to spend the night at the prince’s estate.

Chen Pengcheng remained silent. Ji Anguo was seething inwardly. The two good brothers said not a word.

The Night Wandering God knelt alone in the bedchamber with his head bowed, yet his heart was nowhere near as calm as he appeared. The Netherworld had prepared two plans. The first was to send the Night Wandering God in under cover of darkness to assassinate me. The second was to gather the armies of the Netherworld and launch a forced assault.

His divine soul had condensed entirely within the treasure orb. At the instant the polluted obsession was cut away, his divine body gave birth to reluctance and transformed into ten thousand raging winds. The orb was swept by the gale to the edge of darkness. When his divine soul touched the first ray of sunlight from the divine realm, he could no longer tell whether it was supreme joy or profound sorrow.

Yet compared with his birth mother, who had suffered and labored until death without ever finding release, their misery amounted to nothing.

There was a riverside scenic belt here, with a vast night market that came alive after dark. It was especially lively in summer.

Cunning light flickered in her eyes, like stars in the heavens, making it impossible for anyone to look away.

The man was difficult to get along with. Having occupied a position of power for so long, he was accustomed to having the final say in everything.

Ignoring her drunken ramblings, he dragged her into the apricot grove. Some of the immortal apricot blossoms were as white as fresh snow, while others were as vivid as glowing clouds. Red and white intertwined, and the flowers, each as large as a palm, hung in heavy clusters from the branches.

He felt that no one in the world could be happier than he was. The internal strife had now ended, and peace, harmony, and beauty filled the Prince of Chu’s residence.

“Mother.” Jiao Yue gave Madam Wu a gentle smile, signaling that she should not worry about her.

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