Volume One, Chapter 42: I’ll Take Your Name, Damn It

As he spoke, Lin Hao sniffed himself but detected no trace of blood. However, he failed to notice the faint fragrance of perfume left on him by Gao Yue and Qu Yanmeng. Each collision caused the void around them to crack with deep, twisted marks. The azure storm, like an invincible blade, struck relentlessly against the Floating Pagoda’s Divine Embryo. Yet, despite the terrifying force of those blows, not a hint of damage was done to it.

“I remember now.” With Wu Yuanming’s reminder, Li Yuliang immediately recalled Huangfu Baozhu’s reputation. Pointing at him in shock, he exclaimed, “You’re the Immortal General, Huangfu Baozhu, the third-ranking martial artist in the world!” Li Yuliang silently cursed his luck, regretting that he hadn’t invited his senior brother, Hu Gongshan, the second greatest martial artist, to accompany him.

“What did you say?” Wei Dongting could hardly endure such humiliation. Instinctively, he reached for the steel saber at his waist, but Oboi and the Emperor both shouted at once, “Wei Dongting, while the Prince of Pingxi addresses the Emperor, do you have the right to speak?” That the Emperor and his minister could speak in unison was indeed a rare sight in the court.

The audience below the stage held their breath, their eyes riveted on the fierce battle above. Dongliu Yanyu and his companions were tense to the extreme, their gazes fixed unblinking on the unfolding confrontation.

Everyone knew that the two weapons in Tian Yinke’s hands were anything but ordinary. Although the Coldlight Saber hadn’t made it onto the divine weapon rankings, all knew it was Loulan’s national treasure. As for the Pure Yang Sword, it ignored any defense—a dragon deity totem itself couldn’t withstand its edge.

Two months later, the Saint El district and Bethlehem district announced an alliance. Former mortal enemies abruptly changed their stance, a shift that took everyone by surprise and hinted at an underlying plot for those with the wit to see it.

This young man was truly unfathomable. Though he defied understanding, he was impossible not to admire. This was one of the reasons why Qiao Daoqing had imparted his family’s secret inner cultivation method to Su Mu.

“Haha, judging by your aura, after the Buried Dragon Abyss expedition, you’ll be the first among us to break through to the Condensed Core stage!” Senior Brother Lan smiled, extending his right hand.

“Ding Zheng, I’ll be waiting for you here. If you have the guts, come and show me how strong you really are.” Zhang Yefan spoke. Ding Zheng looked formidable, the kind who seemed eager to teach people a lesson, exuding an air of true strength.

“What is it? Is something on my face?” Lang Siyu asked with a playful smile, touching her cheek with suspicion.

“It’s all right. I don’t mind. Be good and sit down,” Gu Zhesi said, patting Lang Siyu’s head as if soothing a pet.

“I’ve always been poor, and I still owe money. From now on, I’ll stick with you, Brother Yuan!” Knowing Ah Yuan’s mischievous habits, Qingzi wasn’t surprised. Addressing him as “Brother Yuan” made it clear she intended to freeload and had no plans to leave.

Seeing this, Lang Siyu swiftly grabbed Gu Zhesi’s hand and pressed herself closer to him.

“Hmph, fine. When you fainted, someone named Chen Qing came to see you, along with a girl named Xiao Yuhan.” Zhang Xiaoxue didn’t press further, which surprised Zhang Chen, but what really caught him off guard was that Xiao Yuhan had come to see him.

“If you’re so capable, try keeping your sister in check.” Ye Yang sneered and walked away without looking back. Apparently, Zhao Ye hadn’t overheard his earlier conversation with Ah Yuan, so there was nothing to worry about yet.

Ye Yang realized he had misunderstood but felt neither angry nor inclined to explain. He simply followed behind, ready to steady him if he slipped, but otherwise letting him be.

Jiang Xinyue and her companion ignored her and carried on their conversation. Yet Sakura Lemon didn’t get angry; she just quietly watched them chatting away.

Thinking about losing a top player for his gaming sessions left Jiang Bojin frustrated, and the thought of his brother-in-law—so outstanding and so handsome—filled him with a pang of envy.

“Don’t forget what I just told you,” Dora said, her gaze following Lan Qiqi to the window.

Afterward, she wept and made a scene, insisting on recognizing her son from a previous marriage and lamenting her regret at marrying Old Chu.

This elder was, like the others, a cyborg—and a highly successful one at that. His strength was by no means inferior.

“I think it’s fine. How is it childish? It’s just a heart-shaped pose; lots of people like to make that gesture for photos.” Lan Xingxing shook Jue Zhiyuan’s arm playfully.

Those sent to Chengyu Kingdom were all middle-aged or older and held high office; they were unlikely to appear in Flame City.

The Yan clan was also drawn into the illusion, smiling uncontrollably, nearly drooling.

To save her, Night Lord used his own divinity to carve out a world in the rift between time and space. Already gravely injured, he now had to sustain the world's operation—at this rate, his death was only a matter of time.

“What a terrifying creature. What is that?” Kirishima Touka stared at the colossal dragon, uncertain what effect her ninjutsu might have on it.

“That wretch. That peasant wretch from the countryside. She’s already married, yet still flirts with other men.”

Though the price of meat was high, it tasted so good that it hardly mattered. With that settled, Mo Xiao decided to invite Yuan Shaoqi to go shopping with her.

Finding that Nangong Su had not yet returned to the room, she listened closely and heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.