Volume 1, Chapter 154: Rise of a Prairie Star, A Deadly Rival Appears!

When Saruo emerged from the cave, the sky was just beginning to brighten. Morning mist drifted across the mountains, carrying a hint of chill.

Then, Qijue would translate what he saw into special symbols and transmit them directly into his mind.

He had tried hundreds of times, only to fail at the very last moment, and resentment lingered in his heart. An ordinary person might have given up long ago, but Saruo possessed that stubborn streak—the more impossible something seemed, the harder he would fight it, until he finally succeeded.

I frowned, yet said nothing more. It was already quite late, and I figured there was nothing much to be seen, so I decided to return and take a look the next day.

Not long after Qin Yunyan disappeared, the two children came running out, crying and rushing to Wuming's side.

"You didn't have to agree to my father. Thank you, Saruo," she said. Saruo only offered her a bitter smile, unaware of what the day would bring.

A faint, ethereal glow of spiritual power flickered, accompanied by what seemed to be a thin layer of scale armor—a special ability beyond the third stage of Sword Qi.

"Speak, Xiaochen," Miyeko's gaze fell upon the dark-eyed man named Xiaochen.

Moreover, these treasures were of little use to him as they were; he could only trade them for other items. It was far better to hand them over to Baize and the others. Not only would this enhance their strength, but it would also, by extension, make him much safer.

Zhang Muyi and Xue Luo did not emerge from the cabin, but I no longer paid them any mind.

Yet have you not heard the old Chinese saying: There is gold under a man's knees; how can one kneel so lightly?

Seeing that the Single-Clawed Beast and the others had returned, Xuelian prepared to take the four sisters to find Master Bai and offer their assistance. She knew that with the Single-Clawed Beast and his companions around, the caravan was essentially safe. Given their strength, no matter how many Yiqu people came, they would only be ghosts beneath their blades.

The pleasure boat glided slowly. As it reached the center of the lake, the hull suddenly shuddered, its speed plummeted sharply, and then it began to list slowly.

After just a few exchanges, Yang Shuo could tell that his opponent was well-versed in sabre techniques and possessed formidable martial arts, far surpassing ordinary flashy routines. Thus, he parried and countered while engaging in a test of wits, intending to fathom the opponent's style before making his move.

Not only that! This town also maintained excellent relations with several prominent figures within the Qiyuan region; whenever difficulties arose, these influential individuals were always willing to lend a hand.

Only then did Ye Fei figure out that the man speaking to him was one of their elders. In truth, Ye Fei had harbored some doubts: they had been flying in for quite a while now, yet they genuinely seemed to have encountered no dangers whatsoever. On the contrary, the spiritual energy within this place was rather dense.

In truth, this could not be entirely blamed on the Four Great Fierce Beasts, for they too had been captivated by the roar of the Mysterious Emperor just moments before. They had even assumed that the Mysterious Emperor was about to shatter the seal and break free, leaving them oblivious to Suzaku and Emperor Tianwu.

The anger on Muyi's face flashed and vanished. He struck directly, combining seventy percent of his fist intent. In an instant, this mysterious realm trembled as if it were about to shatter, and the moment Muyi's fist appeared, it had already reached the core of the Immortal Tomb.

The disciples looked amongst themselves, their hearts filled with suspicion. They both hoped that the traitor's name would fall upon a rival they usually held a grudge against, while simultaneously fearing that their own names might be on the list, for truly they had never done anything to wrong the Beggar's Gang.

"The Taoist priests of your Zhenwu Temple are far more lively than the disciples of our Suxin Palace!" Yun Xiaoying gazed toward the courtyard entrance and sighed with a smile.

"The master always looks like this whenever he gets engrossed in formations. We've only been in seclusion for a week, and this place has already turned into this state. If it were a month, I truly wonder whether this place will even remain habitable," Yiyi said, lowering her head as she tidied up the garbage on the ground.

When he left Baoding, he felt that his stepmother was vicious and ruthless, utterly devoid of familial affection.

"I'll give you a huge surprise when you get there!" Zhu Cheng was delighted; his supercomputing center and biological laboratory could finally be put to use.

When an item is one-third cheaper and the sect's demand for it is exceptionally large, adding it all up amounts to far more than just a few hundred spirit stones.

In the past, Old Zhang had drilled instructions into them time and again. When facing problems, he spoke the plain truth; even if he happened to be wrong, it mattered little.

Before he had time to explain how Huang Sanzhen had tricked Tu Tong down off the stone platform, he saw He San wielding a single-sabre and endlessly hacking at the stone platform.

The man wore a martial arts uniform that clearly looked like cheap streetware. He was tall and immensely muscular, with muscles like intertwined ancient tree roots, exuding a palpable physical oppression. Most striking of all was his gleaming, mirror-like bald head. Between his brows hung a naturally authoritative and imposing aura.

Yan Miaomiao felt deeply distressed. Why must someone she had finally set her eyes on and grown somewhat fond of end up in such a situation with her?

The grand strategic issues of the apocalypse were not things Lu Yang needed to ponder or concern himself with at present. He only needed to safeguard his current achievements, which meant the only thing demanding his attention was the impending torrential rain.

She raised her hand, still dripping with water, and lashed it straight across Qiyi's face. A few crystalline droplets splashed onto his face and neck, feeling cool to the touch.

Hearing this, everyone looked utterly stunned. In their eyes, this was pure gambling behavior—having won a million, they still wanted to chase another two million.

After a long while, Xin Jiangli finally shook off the distant memories and let out a long breath.

The black flames in the sky grew even more vigorous. Countless roars and growls, seemingly echoing from the deepest abysses of hell, erupted from within the old man's body. The resulting aura was a bone-chilling, piercing cold that rushed forward, standing in stark and distinct opposition to the righteous awe radiating from the middle-aged scholar.

Ye Banlian's expression remained completely unchanged, and because she wore a veil, Chen Duan had no way of perceiving any shifts in her countenance.

"You're welcome," said the man holding a black halberd, wearing his hair in a slicked-back style with a piece of foxtail grass dangling from his mouth, a smirk playing on his lips.

Yang Bian ordered the phoenix to launch a flame attack, but Yang Jiajiang evaded them all using bizarre aerial movement techniques.

Luo Yihai's hands shifted ceaselessly as he frantically drove the flying sword he had spent years nurturing at the bottom of the pool.

Just as the two men were about to let their true tempers flare, a wave of pressure descended from the sky, forcefully separating their clash.

In Yixuan's mind, a map of the Sky-Sinking Realm emerged, and his divine sense settled upon a vast and untamed region—the Penglai Jungle.

The Black Tortoise Yin Spirit also sensed danger, watching as the flaming chains seemed to form a black hole. Though only a few dozen yards long, it gave the impression of a fathomless, bottomless abyss from which a powerful suction force arose, sending wave after wave of freezing cold surging outward.