Volume One, Chapter 48: The Matter of Choosing Sides

A muffled explosion erupted nearby, so sudden that even Ao Qian failed to react in time. Immediately after, Gu Feng's voice tore through the barrier above the gathering, manifesting before the group. Compared to Liu Qinglian, Li Shang was even more perplexed. Liu Qinglian had no idea how powerful Qiong Yao truly was, but Li Shang did. Moreover, Li Shang could sense that anyone capable of concealing a Dao Stele possessed strength enough to rival Qiong Yao in a decisive battle.

Yu Niang set her instrument aside, sat cross-legged, and after a moment of silence, let the melodious music flow, every note rich with resonance. Hearing Li Xiang’s assurance, Wan Kai’s eyes sparkled; the thought of soon claiming Xing’er as his own left his heart ablaze with anticipation.

As the firelight flickered, the new recruits, about to face real combat for the first time, found their resolve slowly solidifying. The long azure sword, carrying a terrifying piercing force, carved a deep fissure into the very air before driving mercilessly toward the belly of the Azure Wind Demon Wolf.

Cui Feng burst out laughing, mocking Wang Erchui’s boastful words and his bravado that knew no bounds. With that, the elders of each sect sent their spiritual energy toward the blue vortex in the sky, weakening the barrier; one by one, the disciples soared through the opening.

Must I really face him every day? The thought was maddening. Not knowing what to say, she stormed back to her room in a huff, flinging herself onto the bed and wailing. Why must she be forced to interact with people?

Thus, he could easily lower these prices appropriately, making them at least somewhat more acceptable to the others. As these thoughts churned in his mind, the door suddenly swung open. Hu Yu entered, her face flushed with excitement, and behind her followed Hu Fang, her eyes equally alight with anticipation.

A voice rang out from deep within the dense forest—resonant, pure, and carrying an innate aura of chaos—making clear to all that its owner was a true master. Fei Mengchen approached the two slowly, her expression grave. “Could it really be them?” she asked, her voice uncharacteristically sharp, stripped of its usual composure.

This was Duan Qiuxin’s sword formation, a fusion of insights from a previous life and modifications from the trading system, resulting in its current formidable state. At that instant, as none dared open their eyes or look upon the scene, only Tal and Mo Li remained locked in battle.

No matter how Chu Tianyu tried to suppress his feelings, his thoughts would always drift to Shui Yiyi in his quieter moments. He Qiang knew that last time, Chu Tianyu had defeated Mo Tong with a single punch, so he too wished to fell Chu Tianyu in one blow.

The two stood dazed for a long moment before awakening as if from a dream. Though still confused, they realized the danger had passed and left with heartfelt thanks and visible relief. In the end, when the price of the jade pendant had been raised to six and a half million by the Qi Ling Sect, Ye Feng stopped bidding, allowing them to claim the pendant.

Beside him, Li Jinlong’s face was also flushed, his eyes shining with intoxication. After sipping from the Four Seas Immortal Brew, a crimson glow erupted from his lips as his pores opened wide, relishing the torrent of energy. Li Jinlong dared not speak, sitting in silence as he absorbed the drink’s immense power.

Just then, a system message appeared: [Sizhou Yellow Turban] plot has been suspended due to time expiration. Players now have free time to develop at will. The storyline will resume at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

Seeing the forest that had concealed her fade into darkness, Silver Moon finally exhaled in relief. The sky was lightless, yet with the elves’ keen night vision, her eyes glimmered faintly, taking in every detail of her surroundings. After orienting herself, Silver Moon raced on.

Lady Gongsun declared, “You may not be ungrateful, but you are fools!” Though Li Yunfei had been called a fool, he took no offense, his expression unchanged as he pretended not to hear.

“Train diligently. One day, you will surely reclaim your true dragon form and ascend to the Supreme Sacred Path!” Lu Ning smiled as he handed them the cultivation technique.

The longer Zhong Lingmao was away from Lu Ning, the more she marveled at the man’s inscrutability. Every seemingly casual gesture of his left her at a loss, shrouded in mystery.

Yet, he remained where he was, unwilling to leave, even though the corpses here were of little further use to him. Still, he kept his vigil.

On the very evening that Xu Ziling abducted Su Nish, the Deputy Commander of the Datong Army, Zhang Baoxiang, led his troops in a grand procession to the main tent of Su Nish’s tribe.

The Jiao Dragon King, knowing his end was near, could only attempt to bargain for his life with treasures. Li Yunfei and his companions exchanged glances and stayed their attacks, curious to see what else the Jiao Dragon King might say.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the giant ahead yanked his horse’s reins and charged forward in a wild assault.

Golden Bracelet knocked on the door, and instantly all sound within ceased. It was as if she had misheard, the silence inside suggesting the room had been empty for ages, untouched by even a trace of time.

Nevertheless, Lin Kun’s expression merely shifted slightly as he bowed his head in contemplation, recalling how, days earlier, he had extracted vast quantities of blood essence from the Blood Demon Armor, cultivating the Ebony Body and finally attaining the supernatural power known as “Withered Wood Meets Spring.”