Volume One, Chapter 57: Sudden Abduction! The Perpetrator Is Him!

A powerful sense of unease surged from the depths of Ju Kun’s subconscious, and just as he was about to ready himself, Lei Sheng’s fist crashed into his unarmored face.

The moment Dong Chengsi caught sight of them, it was as if he glimpsed a thread of hope in the midst of utter despair.

In this regard, Yi Xun was clearly far more adept than Wang Yue; he could leverage his connections to get Li Nan out first.

The jungler is a peculiar role indeed; for a jungler, nothing is more taboo than exposing one’s position too frequently.

As it turns out, the true form of the peach tree spirit was rather ugly. After all, it was a tree—just imagine its bark; how attractive could it be? So whether they were peach immortals or peach demons, they all cared deeply about their appearance. This, perhaps, was one of the secret quirks of the immortal cultivation world.

“What a character—I like you! I’m determined to marry you!” Yuan Song, apparently unharmed, sat on the ground and shouted after her retreating figure.

“I’d rather not embarrass myself too much. Standing by your side is enough for me,” Qingshui replied with a gentle smile.

As for Song Tian’er, perhaps because Qu Qingyou had spoken so tactfully, she hadn’t understood at first and was even a little puzzled, until Ji Shuhan, unable to stand the roundabout conversation any longer, cut straight to the point.

Just then, a sudden clamor of hurried footsteps sounded outside the courtyard. The newcomers were clearly anxious, yet upon reaching the gate, they stopped of their own accord.

“All right, I’ll inform them at once.” They would have to meet sooner or later; he just wondered what trouble this fellow had gotten himself into this time.

“Oh, I know them—old acquaintances, both of them! But if I recall, last time Brother Bai Xin here had the surname Wang. Maybe my memory’s fading already—too much on my mind these days!” Xu Yang said with a laugh.

Affixed to its back were four mechanical claws, each tipped with a slender steel needle. Above the needles, faint blue light flickered with a chilling sharpness, enough to make one’s skin crawl.

The classmates couldn’t help but turn toward the voice, and when they saw who had spoken, surprise blossomed across their faces.

This command, Richard delivered both through sheer will and with the aid of magic. Upon hearing it, the followers and warriors, by sheer habit, obeyed.

“…” Sun Yan was left utterly speechless, nearly choking on his words. If you want to slack off, just say so—why bother with such forced logic?

“Old friend, the times have changed. We can’t judge the young by old standards,” said the Duke of the Grey Wolf.

“If you ever reach that level in the future, you’ll understand,” Meng Yunyan replied, though she herself had no true idea what power the peak represented. She knew a little, but was still far from reaching those heights.

“Die!” Sun Yan suddenly barked, cold and sharp, as he swung his tightly gripped rose-handled axe.

The black-shelled creature, seeing itself beset by a host of divine blood warriors, suddenly drew forth a syringe from its waist, filled with a crimson liquid. It plunged the needle into its own body and pressed the liquid in; instantly, its armored shell began to glow red-hot, like black iron fresh from the forge.

Deep within, Tao Xian could only weep with regret. Why did he have to be particular about where he slept? Why did he wake so late? Had he gotten up earlier, he could’ve eaten at least ten more buns.

The war in Yongzhou had ended, but though Lü Bu commanded a vast army, resistance from Li Jue, Guo Si, and Fan Chou cost him his chance to control the region. Instead, Han Sui, meeting no opposition, reaped all the rewards.

A folding screen with four panels stood before the door. My mind went blank, my fists clenched. All I could think of was barging in and landing a punch first. I shouted, “Yin Zhen, how dare you—” but the words died in my throat.

Some Gaek apes leaped straight from the branches, pouncing at the twins, only to be torn apart midair by the spinning blades the twins wielded—blood and rain fell together.

“Sir! May I know your distinguished surname?” Ren Yue forced out, gritting his teeth, the nausea still refusing to subside.

The wind seemed to have faded, leaving only the cold, oppressive air, so stifling it was hard to breathe. Han Xiao drew a deep breath, but the heaviness in his chest lingered.

He smiled as he spoke and entered the lounge, where Xue Dingrong and the others were already waiting. He stepped forward and embraced them.

The world is vast, but nothing seemed more important than this exam—all his worries paled in comparison. Such was the scholar’s reverence for tests.

Zhao Qian nodded vigorously, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes to drip softly onto the man’s face. She dared not speak, afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would break down in sobs.

“He’s already confessed—why did you still kill him?” I frowned, uneasy with Lin Kexin’s bloody methods.

“Third Brother and Sister-in-law are deeply in love—can’t you let them be?” Jing Le, noticing Qiu Jin’s unusual demeanor, was at a loss. With the palace staff all serving at the banquet, she could do nothing rash and could only try to buy time.

“Didn’t you say I could handle it as I saw fit? What now—was that a lie?” Zhong Qing’s smile turned sly as she approached, holding a delicate pink silk dress.

Perhaps Lei Li had used his battle spirit too often, and its power had waned, or maybe Heng Yang’s armor was just that sturdy, but Lei Li’s blade failed to shatter it.

Red Wolf’s gaze swept along the river of magma, where he spotted a man in red robes, seated cross-legged by the molten riverbank.

“You… you… you… how dare you hurt someone…” For a moment, everyone’s faces blanched with fear. The Lion City Lord, Feng Junzhe, pointed at Li Wang Zhao Tianyu in terror, but at a single glare from Zhao Tianyu’s enormous eyes, he collapsed into his seat, too frightened to utter another word.

Having made up his mind, Lin Yun began cultivating according to the method of the Sacred Helm. Though the Sacred Helm technique wasn’t particularly advanced—merely a Hidden Star-level dragon combat art—its requirements for practice were numerous, but for Lin Yun, such obstacles were nothing at all.