Volume One, Chapter 47: Don't Bite Yourself

Xiang Chenxi flapped his thunder and lightning wings, his body straining as he retreated. With a touch of his toes in the void, spheres of thunder descended in a barrage. This wide-area attack was highly effective against the numerous Rising Earth Ants. Blue-purple electric arcs radiated, forming a web of lightning.

Li Yunchen shook his numb arms and pinched his cheek, as if awakening from a nightmare. He could hardly believe he had emerged unscathed from such a terrifying divine thunder strike.

Thus, Xiao Wuxie did not find it strange to call someone a nemesis; instead, he regarded it as only natural. Yet, Hong Xiu and Tian Xiang were utterly shocked, their eyes wide and round in the night sky.

This decisive battle on Bewitching Mountain ended in such a dreamlike, theatrical manner.

Li Yunchen swallowed the gale’s attack entirely and once again approached Zhu Tao and the alchemist in the black robe. The suction force grew even more terrifying. Under its pull, the gale stirred restlessly; if not for the alchemist’s strenuous control, it would have long been drawn into the black vortex.

“What’s the advantage of turning out like this?” Helpless, Zhou Yu could only ask about this aspect.

The Kunlun Mountains undulated with jagged paths, towering rocks, and prowling fierce beasts. The arduous journey far exceeded Li Yunchen’s expectations. Fortunately, luck was on their side, and they did not encounter any powerful beasts. Otherwise, detours would have been necessary, greatly delaying their progress.

Yet Zhou Yu remained unhurried as he stepped out of the cabin. Behind him were the unarmored Demon Blade, Liu Qing, and Liang Taiji, followed by the expression-laden Hu Yan and the smiling Yu Lie and the Fourth Commander.

The scene before Yun Fan left him dumbfounded. He could scarcely imagine the true might of the former Five Elements Battle Emperor, who had once single-handedly faced the many human sages of Zufu Mountain.

As soon as Nan Shu entered the tent, Jinhua shouted loudly. Nan Shu knew she had done wrong; on the way, she had already anticipated Jinhua’s anger. So when Jinhua yelled upon her arrival, Nan Shu found it only reasonable and obediently knelt to admit her fault.

Yin Zhengye paced outside with his hands behind his back, his old eyes filled with anxious impatience. The doctor inside had yet to emerge, leaving the stone in his heart unlifted.

After waiting for about half an incense stick’s time, Bai Wei Jing estimated that the medicine the Second Prince had just taken began to take effect. She then carefully began removing the several silver needles one by one, from which thick black blood oozed.

Without lingering in Wangyun City, after Hua purchased the medicinal herbs, Leng Xiaohan and the others headed toward Ghost State. Seated on the Auspicious Cloud King, Leng Xiaohan kept a vigilant eye on the surroundings—not out of his own caution but because of what Hua had said when handing over the herbs.

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Jiang Wan, lying in bed ready to meet the Duke of Zhou again, impatiently swung her arms while Pin’er persistently tried to pull her off the bed.

Though under pressure, Taishan did not believe Xiao Tian’s combat power surpassed his own; after all, the gap in cultivation was not so easily bridged.

Song Ci harbored dislike toward Chu Moxuan but showed no sign of it on her face. She sipped her coffee with a calm demeanor, letting words pass in one ear and out the other.

“What?” Yun Xing seemed to have forgotten what he just said, lifting his head in confusion.

“I’ll say it again—leave here immediately!” Zhang Fan’s eyes blazed with a terrifying killing intent.

Ma Han was secretly alarmed. The Special Department was indeed worthy of being China’s reliance; their strength was unfathomable. The few alchemists who kept a low profile were all cultivators.

However, her current strength was incomparable to before; even Ji Minghan, the High Priest of the Ji clan, could not achieve such feats.

But those long insects clearly transmitted signals. Judging from their density and Mu Qingqing’s perception, though numerous, these insects were not ferocious beasts or fierce bugs; they were evidently either un-evolved or newly emerged larvae.

Qiao Wei was slightly startled by the sound. Turning toward the voice, she saw a man standing at the door, smiling at them.

The Eight Desolation Spear Technique was a cultivation method beyond the heavenly level. She knew very well that with her current cultivation, she could barely unleash even ten percent of its power.

“It’s already done; what are you afraid of here?” Shen Yi’s grip tightened on her hand.

Mu Qingqing wore a helpless expression. She was trying to discuss serious matters—how could two pivotal alchemists in the cultivation world be such mischievous old rascals?

Ji Lingxuan had spent eighty years in the world inside the Bagua Mirror, which had deeply influenced her.

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Though the raindrops fell, not a single drop touched the Iron Armor. The armor itself was most peculiar, as if the rain knew whom to favor, deciding whom to soak and whom to spare.

He sat down directly and picked up his chopsticks to begin eating, but the Palace Master took away the entire basin.

Upon hearing this, Iron Armor began to survey the surroundings. The area had changed from lush green plants to a spacious, dimly lit room.

“In that case, I shall leave it to you,” Qing Cang recovered from his astonishment and lightly cleared his throat.

He bent forward, suddenly widening his narrowed eyes, exuding solemnity, sanctity, and boundless loyalty.

Ye Fan finally understood why Mu Yichen had not mentioned the matter of leaving with nothing; it was all for her. He even intended to exchange his rightful share of the farmland for her indenture contract—to eliminate future troubles.

Ye Fan did not know how the grain was harvested, but seeing Wang’s regretful expression along the way, he knew the work was far from easy. Otherwise, Wang would not look like that. So he took up the sickle and followed the Yang family into the fields to reap the crops.

Fu Zichen’s refusal was clear but not contemptuous, leaving Yin Zi without a reason to whine and cry.

As for Concubine Tian, she no longer dared mention the Zhao King’s affairs, serving Tuoba Hong obediently day by day.

Besides, so many people were watching! If Tao Dong’er refused again, it would seem ungrateful. After all, he had even invoked the elders in the house. If Tao Dong’er declined, the villagers would surely accuse her of filial impiety.

Naturally, Lin Yuan’s work was flawless. Whenever she planned to reach toward the court officials, she always made thorough preparations. To prevent Lord Liu from betraying her, one of the beauties she sent was a virtuous woman she had rescued from a wealthy merchant. Forcibly taking a virtuous woman as a concubine was punishable by exile according to the law.