Volume One, Chapter 40: The Unconscious Man

As far as he knew, no one’s sedative was potent enough to knock out Xiao Qingshan and make her muddle-headedly confess the secret of the Green Jade Flute.

Deciding to play the part of a respectable man, Shen Du walked away slowly, not forgetting to pull the bedroom door shut behind him as he left Yu Qing. Only after watching Shen Du exit the bedroom did Yu Qing lift the quilt and step out of bed.

He was also very obedient in his studies under Chen Li and his companion, and because of his exceptional talent for swordsmanship, Wan Jianyi was quite fond of him.

"Tch, you tomboy, or in the words of Earth, you're a gold-haired loser," He Xi said, having changed back into a snow-white dress.

He had not expected that he would actually know of such a suitable place, which left Chen Li quite surprised.

However, the lingering aura of the Nine Cauldrons forged by Yu the Great suddenly vanished, and upon sensing this, Tuoba Daguan’s expression changed drastically.

Moreover, even if Sheng Tianlu had played some tricks, what of it? With him personally presiding over this place, he feared no accidents.

For years, he had been telling her that he felt deep regret for his younger sister, who had been abducted many years ago and had since vanished without a trace.

One must realize that whether it be the Kingdom of the White People, the Kingdom of Xuanyuan, the Kingdom of the Immortal, or the Kingdom of Wuqi, they were all among the most powerful nations described in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

"It really is you?" Chi Xue was also somewhat surprised; she stopped hiding behind the wall and rushed toward the carriage in a few strides, followed by Zuo Yue.

"Yan Ling, you are a veteran among the collaborative mercenaries. You should know the rules of the organization. Is today's occasion one where you can just conduct experiments as you please? Do you treat the organization's discipline as nothing?" A long-bearded elder snapped before Zhang Xu could speak.

When Yu Lianjing spoke, whether it was Liu Shihong or the various heads of the great families who had previously been harboring their own agendas, everyone straightened their posture, their expressions turning solemn. If this question had been asked by Yu Changan, Liu Shihong would naturally have had a hundred retorts, but coming from the lips of Yu Lianjing, the weight of the words was entirely different.

"It's clearly priced, okay! I don't do business at a loss. Tsk, stop mentioning him; serving me is what matters." Yan Ling appeared impatient, and the primal rhythm of the lovers brought a flush of shyness to the moon, leaving behind the intimate whispers of the couple in the desolate fishing village.

But his pupils were a deep amber color, remarkably beautiful, clearly reflecting her face.

Zhang Xuanji did not intend to sell the remaining spiritual herbs. On one hand, he had already gathered enough money, and on the other, he felt that those particular herbs might yet prove their true worth in his own hands.

As Liu Jing set down his cup, many people rose to offer a toast, which took Li Mang by surprise—if not exactly flattered, he was close to it.

No sooner had she finished speaking than fifty or sixty burly men, armed with short blades and crossbows, rushed out from the flower beds and shrubbery on both sides of the assembly hall.

Lu Ruicheng used to enjoy a drink or two before bed to ensure a good night’s sleep, but ever since Ye Peiyu had married into the family, he had basically stopped drinking. This led him to completely forget that there was any alcohol left in his room.

The atmosphere grew stagnant, with only Prince Tuo’s ragged breathing audible. Li Shiyang remained in a deep bow throughout his petition, and Prince Tuo watched him, thinking, "What an unyielding and dignified Prime Minister."

"Good, good, you are all very good, you haven't shamed me." Li Mang brushed past the old veterans one by one, and looking at their familiar faces, his eyes grew slightly red.

The Azure-Scaled Giant Python was enveloped by countless fist shadows; no matter how it lunged or darted, it could not escape the Nine Palaces Killing Formation.

Among the remaining five seats, Ye Guxing of the Taiyi Sect was the most dazzling, and he was also considered one of the top favorites for the championship.

He quickly swallowed a Hundred-Herb Pill and a Pan-Peach Life-Saving Pill to steady himself. These Pan-Peach Pills were given to him by Mizhu; there were only three in total, and he had been reluctant to use them, but now he could no longer afford to hesitate.

Once he withdrew, the valley knights could no longer hold their ground and began to retreat slowly. Twenty minutes later, the fighting ceased, leaving behind piles of corpses nearly four to five meters high.

In an instant, the area for tens of thousands of miles around Mount Buzhou transformed into a sea of fire, resembling a mountain of flames.

The two traded blows, fighting with great intensity. While they both used high-grade magical artifacts, and Zhan Zhongzhong’s ice blade still held a slight advantage, it was no longer significant, and he could no longer shatter Guibao’s weapon.

After all, he was a newcomer and knew nothing of the Great Wilderness; he did not want to invite unnecessary trouble because of his own actions.

He turned to Wu Cong and said, "Old squad leader, I will have to trouble you with the village's security for now." With that, he took his men and gave chase.

"Xiao Feng, you dare to play tricks! I won't let you off!" Chaluoli fell to the ground and roared, transforming into a flaming, long-toothed tiger. The entire ground turned into scorching magma. "Azure Flame Burning Heaven Technique!" With a low growl, pillars of fire erupted toward the sky, vying for supremacy, neither side willing to yield.

Twice he had wanted to loosen his collar for this reason; it was truly strange. Putting that aside for a moment, Eternal exhaled a puff of white mist and crouched beside the butler’s corpse to begin the examination.

The Fraxinus became much quieter. Observing through the screen that Kannazuki Kyōhei had landed safely, no one continued to pay him any mind. Itsuka Shidō turned his attention toward Kotori.

The weather gradually turned overcast, and the large screens set up at the scene became much clearer. Every few rows of seats, there was a massive LCD screen, intended to give the live audience a better experience.

Duan Chou’s tone was relaxed and ordinary, as if he were not presenting a rare and ancient spiritual elixir, but something mundane and common.