Volume One, Chapter 23: A Lamb Among Tigers

Chu Ming stepped forward, shielding Yun Xueyan behind him, his voice cold: “You dare lay a hand on my woman? You must have nerves of steel to try such a thing!”
Immediately, Chu Ming raised his hand and slapped Xu Bighead’s bloated face.
Smack!
Ouyang poked his head out of the lake, gazing at the sky so blue it seemed to drip color, bewildered by the turn of events.
Some families, even if they did not plan to form alliances through marriage, would seek out others with children and have their offspring form a group to learn and grow together. In this way, the children at least had a measure of choice—they could select someone they liked from their own circle.
It had exchanged many rare spiritual herbs from the Wood Origin Realm; if Chen Xun needed them for pill refining, there was no need to buy more.
Lin Feng felt the surging power within his body. In just over ten days, he had leapt from the third to the sixth stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
Huo Ruan Chuan glanced speechlessly at the Soaring Serpent. He stripped off his clothes, revealing his scarred back and arms.
Fei En seethed with bitter hatred, yet showed none of it, methodically gathering DNA materials and conversing with the Sea God in a pleasant tone to advance the creation of the demigod mechanical body. Of course, he also mentioned the necessary materials.
From Ke Ding’s knowledge, Chen Xun—revered as the unrivaled Dao Ancestor of Five Elements—had waited before the mountain range for six hundred years, apparently carving out a vast mine and the outline of a celestial paradise spanning ten thousand miles.
The bespectacled sycophant who had tackled Chu Hao was now sprawled on the ground, clutching his nose where Chu Hao’s punch had landed, trying desperately to stem the bleeding.
“Hiss…” Li Heng was no fool; if Li Yu tried to persuade him with lofty platitudes, he would never listen. But Li Yu’s words were pragmatic, forcing Li Heng to weigh them carefully.
Mo Fuyang laughed awkwardly. He’d heard too many tales of pill refiners who lost all their possessions, even some who went mad from it. As a scavenger, he would never dare meddle in pill refinement.
Thanks to the Wild Plains Wolf King’s explanations, Bian Yuanhang learned much about the dynamic world.
He knew little of other places, but he had already witnessed the wonders atop Mount Tai; surely the other famous mountains and rivers were much the same.
Though such habits made it difficult to integrate locally or learn the language, some customs are not easily broken.
Shen Yue was first startled, then anxiety clouded his face. He walked straight to the innermost room, pushing the door open with a single motion. To his surprise, the door was not locked—it swung open effortlessly.
Ever since Yu Jianqiang entered the opulent private room, Bian Bi’an had recognized his identity.
The wooden door creaked as a dark-skinned but robust elder entered, followed by Zhou Yuer.
“Lord Hai, your assistance in sealing Demon Valley is a great favor. By rights, the three valley masters ought to visit you in gratitude, but…” Liu Qingtian hesitated; it was never proper to speak ill of one’s master in front of outsiders.
First Young Master Lei was dead; now, Liu Qian had beaten Zheng Young Master of the Hai Sheng Corporation so badly that several teeth were knocked out, his face swollen like a pig’s head.
Zhang San, firstly, had an official rank; secondly, he allocated land to them; and thirdly, his martial prowess ensured their safety. It was far better than struggling alone against wild men and beasts.
As he spoke, Lu Fan produced another blue-violet card and handed it to the research department’s member.
“Good.” A gentle smile appeared on his face, warmer than sunlight piercing the thick clouds of winter—so soft that even he was unaware of it.