Volume Two: Bandits Here - Notice of Absence

Due to a relative passing away, I will be taking a day off from updating to attend the funeral. Thank you for your support and understanding.

However, regarding the matter from last time, after listening to Ouma Shu's advice, he went back and kept his mouth tightly shut, remaining completely unmoved.

In the end, it was like throwing a hornet's nest into the mix and asking them to shoot down the enraged hornets one by one, with added demands such as only being allowed to shoot them in the head, or specifically targeting their left or right wings.

Thus, relying on her own talents, she dared to show off her skills at the Fengming Pavilion, and from then on, she transformed into the Poppy Beauty.

Chen Mohang lowered her gaze to look at her own body. When she had fled just now, she hadn't brought anything with her—no money, no mobile phone.

With a sharp clatter and crash, the outer layer of crystals peeled away, and the entire object suddenly revealed its true shape, emanating a formidable and intense oppressive aura.

After parking his car, Luo Jingyang caught sight of the figures locked in a tight embrace under the sunlight at a single glance. His fists clenched weakly before loosening, and his eyes instantly dimmed, losing all luster.

"Roar!" With an angry roar, it locked its eyes dead on Ouma Shu, terrified that the other party might suddenly vanish just like the bugs that had appeared earlier.

An elder walked forth from the depths of the sect, stepping through the void. His aura was overwhelmingly majestic, his gaze looking down upon the world with the absolute arrogance of someone who believed himself to be supreme.

Lured by the prospect of clearing his name and the temptation of being promoted to a senior ferryman, Jia Sheng was already too excited to even consider whether there might be any traps hidden beneath it all.

To this day, he still remembered the first time he laid eyes on Ximen Donglou outside the Xionghu Pass. That nearly centenarian elder had effortlessly halted a battle between supreme masters with a mere wave of his hand, rendering the old sword god Liang Yunti utterly insignificant before him.

The white mask was adorned with a traditional landscape painting—a few simple strokes depicting a water lily, exuding both nobility and elegance.

"She has always been truly sincere toward you." Seeing An Wan being so heartless, even An Luo found it hard to watch and could not help speaking up on behalf of Murong Le.

The trials of the past two years had taught him a profound truth: whether successful or not, when an opportunity presented itself, one must fight for it; if no opportunity existed, one had to create one and fight for it all the same, otherwise, bitter regret would inevitably follow.

Most things in this world were easy to talk about but difficult to execute. The youth were largely brimming with soaring ambition and lofty aspirations, yet only after truly stepping into the pugilistic world did they realize the harshness of the mortal realm—far more complicated than they had initially imagined. That was precisely why Ximen Donglou wore a sneer on his face.

Those people put on gentle and pleasant faces when standing before her, but behind her back, they were undoubtedly plotting various ways to destroy the others, weren't they?

Sensing the impending danger and hoping to avoid a collision, Xu Jiahao's driver slammed on the brakes and sharply jerked the steering wheel, swerving the vehicle into an adjacent parking space.

"With a temperament like yours, if your father and I are no longer around one day, who is going to take care of you and protect you?" Mrs. An sighed heavily.

Held by Lin Yuan's palm, Li Duo's heart began to race wildly, and a faint blush bloomed across her cheeks.

Feeling that he could still hold on, Sun Xu immediately extended his other hand as well, channeling the true fire with the same incantation to raise the temperature of the alchemy cauldron even further.

When graduation season arrived, she watched as her peers and schoolmates all secured satisfying jobs, while even the bespectacled girl from back then had managed to land a job as a pet food taster.

The mysterious figure in the black robe suddenly let out a furious roar, which echoed outward in a manner somewhat resembling the legendary lion's roar technique of the pugilistic world.

Yet what Beiming remained unaware of was that he couldn't even survive a single move; had it not been for exceptional circumstances where the Peach Blossom Sword God and Sword Immortal stepped in to save him, Beiming might have already gone to report to the King of Hell by now.