Volume One, Chapter 36: Severing Ties

Before the security guards could reach him, Chu Ming charged forward to meet them head-on.

Soon, cries of pain rang out again.

It was clear that the security guards were no match for Chu Ming; not a single one could withstand even a single blow from him.

Yuehua had not slept; she gazed longingly at the bed, at Sun Yun and me, and in her eyes flickered a trace of jealousy. Why did she not have friends like these? Was it because she was a corpse demon? But then, why did I have them?

Na Na scratched her face, a little disappointed, for she had taken quite a liking to that handsome uncle.

Fu Jinxi, lost in the guilt from earlier, failed to notice Fu Mu's odd behavior. By the time she finally realized something was amiss, a long while had already passed.

A faint crease formed between Mu Xia’s willow-shaped brows; she found herself completely unable to discern what this man was thinking.

Tian Hunzi narrowed his eyes, letting out a strange, unsettling laugh that made Bai Lengye’s skin crawl.

After stepping out of the bathroom, Luo Yiyi called Lawyer Rong, hoping to find out why her family’s old villa had ended up in Jing Zhichen’s hands.

And farther ahead? I could not see clearly; it seemed like two petals of a flower, or perhaps a butterfly dancing in the air.

I knew my words were futile, for Chen Zuo’s face was twisted in a cold sneer, and the corpse demons paid me no heed.

In the dreamland world of Jianghu, it was night; fireworks shot into the sky like arrows, illuminating the darkness in a dazzling display.

We stared intently at the prow of the boat as it drew closer and closer to the island. After about half an hour, we finally stopped, nestled against a stretch of shallow water.

I had thought Duan Shixun would surely stand up for them and fiercely teach Leng Yuehuang, the Fourth Princess, a lesson. After all, Duan Shixun’s cultivation was quite high; on the continent of Nine Provinces, he was a genius, his reputation rivaling that of Bei Ming’ao—perhaps even outshining him. His legendary feats could be traced back to his very birth.

Upon seeing the flash of pain in Jun Xi’s eyes, Feng Xue felt a dull ache in his own heart as well.

Just then, Xiao Yunshen was suddenly punched in the ribs by someone. With a gasp of pain, he released Teng Wan and turned to see it was Ouyang Lie.

“Master, you speak too harshly,” Lady Anhua said with a gentle smile, “I am now a devotee of Buddha and have no need for material things. You, however, are too impulsive; if you can learn to take a step back, the world will open before you.”

“Han Feng, don’t worry. Old Wu is in great health—of everyone, his injuries are the lightest and he doesn’t have to teach classes. You’d barely been back a month before he was eager to head off to the Qinling Mountains,” Professor Chen explained with a smile, then turned his attention back to the screen.

Not only were Aria and the others captivated by Beiruo’s stunning photography, but even the flower spirits in the garden were enthralled, clamoring for her help to take their pictures.

Once the opponent had entered the barracks of the garrison, Mo He could no longer probe with his spiritual sense. After all, it was a military camp—even if it only housed three thousand soldiers, there was still a steely, murderous energy. Though Mo He could force his spiritual sense in, it would definitely be noticed.

Only that mouth continued spewing nonsense, proclaiming Xin Tian’s vitality to be practically defiant of the heavens.

Qi Lin, hearing for the first time such a story about Yang Jian, decided it was all the more important not to let her recognize him.

Did this not mean that, so long as he could find the right memory orbs, the entire ruined city would hold no secrets from him?

The avatar of Desolation was confident that with his massive body, if he continued to detonate his domains, he could exhaust Gui Shan to death.

These martial artists possessed little spiritual energy. When greeting others, they either clasped their hands or pressed their palms together, marking them as victims of the court’s suppression of Buddhism and Taoism. There was no longer any way to survive in Northern Zhou, so they sought a new life in the southern kingdoms.