Volume One, Chapter 34: I Haven’t Read Much—Explain It to Me
At the same time, Cheng Yao grew increasingly panicked as the situation spiraled out of control. Shui Qing didn’t need to check the clock to know that it was eight o’clock. Breakfast time—Grandfather would arrive precisely on the dot. The implication of his words was perfectly clear. Though Lan Cangzhu’s expression remained unchanged, he had already anticipated this outcome; his hope that Jiang Jili would return empty-handed was now impossible to realize.
In truth, the Hotblood Studio team was extraordinarily sharp—such a combination would be hard to find a second time in all of Annihilation Day Fortress City. Wu Jie of course understood: for Thunderbolt to launch a war against the Brotherhood Clan at this moment, the most likely reason was that in real life, Long Xuan had conveyed the news of Wu Jie’s death, prompting this impatient attack. Asking again now was merely to hear their confirmation firsthand.
“If you need anything, just say it. Need us to kill someone for you? No problem. Even if it’s a cultivator at the Primordial Spirit stage, we can take him down,” Huo Yan declared loudly.
Normally, when forging weapons, adding even a little Redcloud Steel powder made the finished blade extremely tough and sharp, and lighter, too. But a weapon made entirely from Redcloud Steel—such a thing could be considered a rare treasure in the world.
“No problem. Leave Lord Neville to me. With the relationship between our clan and yours, there won’t be any trouble!” Jones promised confidently.
Zhao Pengju gestured toward the Ma family’s living room and said, “Let’s go inside for some tea.” With that, he started walking toward the parlor as if he were in his own home, showing not the slightest awareness of being a guest or a stranger, as though the Ma household were part of the Zhao family.
Another terrifying scream rang out—a fleeing assassin had evidently been intercepted by Black Mang.
“Teacher, please—you’ll humble me to death!” Sicheng hurried to support his teacher. A master kneeling to his student? What a joke that would be!
Xiao Weiyuan looked at the long list of names in his hand, his brows knit tightly together, as though a perpetual storm cloud hovered over his face.
“I know you don’t love me, and never will, but I just can’t control myself!” As she spoke, Lu Tong broke free of Fei Liangyan’s arms, squatted down, and wept bitterly with her head in her hands.
“Oh, what’s the matter? Was I wrong? Some people really ought to take a good look in the mirror and see if they’re even worthy!” Sun Huixian’s sharp, caustic tone was truly contemptible.
Nowadays, many cultivators actually used flying swords to crash headlong into their opponents’ heavy magical weapons. In Zhang Lie’s eyes, this was the height of foolishness.
“Ruyu looks beautiful today,” Peng Mo remarked after scrutinizing her, his tone giving nothing of his mood away.
“Get out. This isn’t a place for paupers like you,” a burly man with a fat face stomped both feet to block Cui Feng and his companion.
He was not the least bit unfamiliar with Yun Feng. He’d been present when Yun Feng underwent the Emperor’s Tribulation! And when the Alien Emperor struck down the Martial Emperor of the foreign race, Yun Feng had left a deep impression on him. This young man was undoubtedly one of the most extraordinary prodigies in the history of the human race, but regrettably had been forced out of their ranks.
Yet, facing the razor-sharp Blood Jiao Fang, all energy attacks were a waste of true energy; both strength and speed were crushed by him. Perhaps only with the Xuanyuan Sword could there be hope of turning the tide now.
Fortunately, the gardens provided ample food, drink, and entertainment. Every other day, the Emperor held a palace banquet, complete with exquisite music and dance. Thus, the days did not feel at all hard to endure for everyone present.