Volume One, Chapter 41: The Willful Young Lady—What I Give You, You Must Accept!

It dispersed in the hands of the King of Light, who carefully collected it, intending to bring it back to the Xieling Sect for nurturing, so it might ceaselessly generate spiritual energy.

Beyond the chain of reefs in the outer harbor of Egret Isle, the sea opened wide, boundless sky and ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. Beneath the lowering night, a crescent moon rested askew upon the water, its silvery light shimmering across the waves, scattering a river of liquid silver.

In Yifeng City, only after seeing the King of Light did one realize how laughable their own speed was; it wasn’t even a thousandth of the King’s.

Truth be told, even if Lu Linlang were made to speak now, she could not explain anything. She was conducting her business at the embroidery house when the officers barged in, claiming someone had reported to the magistrate, accusing them of causing Zhou Xian’s death and demanding justice.

At 0600, the reveille sounded precisely. Li Shuai entered the barracks at the trumpet’s call. Many had already risen, fumbling with their clothes, half-awake. Li Shuai shouted, and only then did the barracks erupt into chaos, everyone finally realizing they were no longer at home.

Watching the third concubine depart, Lin Wanqing sank weakly into the sofa. Though she had agreed, she had no idea what to say or do next, utterly unsure of herself.

Meanwhile, one could see streaks of blue lightning, each over fifty meters wide, shooting straight up from the fortress city of Wangjia.

In no time, wind and rain lashed together, the rain slanting at forty-five degrees under the wind, striking Ye Xinyun’s face head-on.

The Sect Master of Guiling Sect stepped forward, hands clasped in greeting, and was the first to speak. He approached and took the item furthest to the left, seating himself in the first chair on the left.

She admitted she was not a devout believer, but at this moment, apart from prayer, she knew not what else to do to ease her growing anxiety.

This time, Xiao Yao rolled sideways the instant the Winged Demon landed, falling onto its back and gripping its neck with his left hand.

Though it was only a first-level advancement, for Liu Jiangtao, it meant a boost of a thousand combat power.

The more fiercely they were pursued, the happier Meng Yi and Ying Zisu became. Though they’d broken the rules for marriage, the exhilaration was unlike anything they had ever felt.

Inside the display case, blades and armor were arrayed, each spiritual weapon gleaming with shifting light, faint green runes etched across their surfaces.

The young man in white smiled faintly and waved his hand. The scene changed again: a myriad of troops roared, an endless war unfolding, flames and smoke rising, the world plunged into chaos, rivers of blood and fields littered with corpses.

Cough, cough. Don’t bother asking why Xu Erdan courts women while Liu Jiangtao pays; if Xu Erdan spent his own money, that would be truly odd.

Yun Fan fell silent. Though his eyes were closed, he could sense the vibrant spiritual energy around him. Yet only a meager amount of metallic energy could be absorbed.

She didn’t wake until noon the next day. She dressed, ate a hasty breakfast, and left the Prime Minister’s residence.

Mu Yuhan and the High Priest stood at the eye of the storm. At this moment, their minds were clear, absorbing the enormous energy in peace.

Murong Luo’s eyes widened; in the injured one, the pupil collapsed into a bloody mass. Summoning all his strength, he rolled aside to dodge the attack; the sword grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

Rain Feinan’s elders turned pale, then each looked to him, awaiting his orders.

Han Yu’s gaze was tense, eyes fixed on the pill wrapped in heavenly lightning, rolling inside the bronze cauldron, his palms drenched in sweat.

“Heh, you want to make a move? Don’t forget about us,” Wan Xuan sneered at the man in green, stepping onto the rooftop, gripping his war blade, and looking coldly at those around him.

He smiled. Xing Luo lifted Gong Jiaojiao in his arms, placing her across his lap. Just as his hand moved toward her soft curves, the phone rang.

I nodded, then obediently removed my sunglasses and scarf, enduring the agitation and confusion brought by the lights. My complexion was already corpse-pale; now it was utterly bloodless.

“Haha, tonight’s meal is a farewell banquet prepared in advance by Huang Yan for my two elder brothers. Before you depart, I will surely pass on the brewing method,” Huang Yan said with a smile.

At eight in the evening, my phone rang. Seeing the unfamiliar number, I pressed the answer key in confusion.

“I went out for dinner today and made a new friend!” At this, Ximen Ting was still a little excited. After all, the future heir of the Ye family was not someone just anyone could befriend.

The procession wound around a low hill. From afar, Huang Yan saw, miles ahead, a towering city gate standing tall.

“Sir, I have no time today. I’ll place you in custody for now. Tomorrow, your father Wei Zi can come to the magistrate’s office to bail you out and answer for your crimes…” Helpless, Huang Yan had to end things that way.

After she vanished, the Savage Sect returned to normal, and time resumed its flow. Cultivators across the Eight Desolate Continent stared in shock at Da Wuhui.

“Is she the target?” Lin Jiaren asked Ling. At the time, Ling had shielded Cai Yi so thoroughly that Lin Jiaren and Liu Qi hadn’t seen her face, only her clothes.

“No, no need.” Touching his swollen face, he thought today was truly unlucky. Even if he managed to accomplish what he wanted, he’d hardly have a good New Year at home. “Sir, I apologize for my earlier rudeness!” It was a flattering address; he genuinely did not want another beating.

Ningxiang’s eyes flew open, horror on her face as she stared at her hands, pale and covered with bright red blood, looking terrifying.

Actually, to cure illness, it doesn’t have to be Hua Tuo; the Sage of Medicine, Zhang Zhongjing, is also a fine choice.

Chu Yiyun heard this and was about to ask whether she was even stronger than the Hulk, but caught herself before uttering such a foolish question. She was certainly much stronger than the current Hulk—so much so that Hulk hadn’t held back and hadn’t killed Laser Eye outright.

“What a heavy punch.” Zhang Hua’s feet sank deep into the ground, his body blown back as if caught in a gale.

Long Qiu Lie was stunned when he saw the Demon Flame General. Not only him—Wolf Demon King, Moon Demon King, and the three Demon Marshals of the Moon Clan were all dumbfounded. The Wolf Demon King especially sensed a familiar aura from the Demon Flame General.

He felt someone tapping him. Weiyang struggled to open her eyes, gazing in confusion at Situ Chenyi, brow furrowed. Wasn’t she already dead? How could she still feel anything?