Volume One, Chapter 58: See, You're Anxious Again!

"Chief, the sky is about to turn dark. Should we leave this strange place?" Sauron glanced at the sky and asked.

Every time the sparring session ended, Bai Yunfei had to make a move and finish them off in an instant to conclude it. As one of the founding leaders of Konoha alongside Senju Hashirama, he not only understood the characteristics of the Reanimation Jutsu, but also knew how to break its effect.

Accompanied by Elder Gu's furious roar, the disciples guarding the Jade Platform's spiritual eye atop the round cauldron seal suddenly rushed through the secret passage from the Gengchen Hall into this underground space.

At this moment, Lady Dou couldn't help recalling Bai Yunfei's scathing words when he berated her. The memory of his confidence and intensity stung her even more now.

He wanted to, desperately so. Yet he was so greedy; while striving to become another Night Brocade, he also longed to outlive his enemies.

Chi Jing’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but there was no time for hope. She and the creature both leaned back, tumbling together into a pitch-black cavern.

Having lost before, she didn’t want to lose again. Moreover, she sought to make up for what she owed the two of them.

As he spoke, he pressed a few buttons on the console beside the restoration chamber. Immediately, a human model appeared on the screen, but it was entirely lit up in red.

"You know a little about healing methods. If you don't trust it, go and take a look," Feng Dao mentioned casually.

From Lin Nan and Rickka’s tone, it was clear that Lin Cheng and she had engaged in such dealings more than once.

Zhou Yang originally wanted to pull Bai Qingshan away, but seeing the murderous intent in Bai Qingshan’s eyes, he couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath. After swinging his broadsword to drive back a white-robed man, he rushed over to the Black Dragon and reported the situation.

Is this guy insane? Why bring up Yamamoto Xuanji at a time like this? Isn’t he one of the Seventh Prince’s men, and currently being hunted by the Ninth Prince’s followers?

It seems near, but in reality, it’s far away. Perhaps that previous experience was just a dream. Now that the dream has ended, is it time to return to the real world?

Meanwhile, Ah Jiu and Gu Xiu Lian burst out through the elevator doors. The three of us ran forward a few meters through the black mist. I unleashed a handful of poisoned needles, rolled across the ground, and, folding up the black iron umbrella, swung it forcefully at several people.

But with the Olympic opening approaching, those few events were a wager between the Eastern Nation and the United States. Yang Yesheng had no choice but to treat it as a matter of utmost importance.

Yet today, let alone a traffic jam, even minutes could pass on the wide road without a single car coming by. On the street, only a few elderly people who refused to leave their homes could be seen here and there.

The house fell quiet again, the chill spreading throughout. The lighting was dim, and not a moth or mosquito could be found.

Mo Lingtian stared at Mo Li before him, flashes of memories from years ago crossing his mind. He stood there, dazed, unable to find words.

Miss Xie was a peerless zombie, unparalleled in strength, clutching me tightly so I wouldn't be sucked into the insect gate again. With a shout, she flew out another band, winding it around Meng Dingyun.

"I thought you wouldn't want to see me anymore because I entered the palace." Her tone carried a hint of playful reproach as she took Shangguan Youmeng’s hand, heading together to the inner chamber.

Gao Ming looked up at her with a complex expression, sighed softly, and spoke in a low voice, "Shuang’er, you’ve experienced the battlefield where it’s life or death, and know the cruelty of war. Don’t forget that Great Chu is our mortal enemy. Never harbor any illusions!"

Su Jinqi finally glanced at Shao An, then, trembling, gripped a corner of her robe and tore at it with all her strength.

Bai Jianli wanted Jue Ming to examine Li Xiangyu’s wife—just to see what level he could reach in distinguishing yin and yang. If you want to save someone, you must understand the cause. How much hope is left for this person? Why are physicians evolved from ritualists? There’s reason behind it.

Though things were not ideal, Liu Bingyi knew he couldn’t force them. Moreover, for this matter, Huo Chengjun had already gone to Wei Xian in person to plead. He knew the situation couldn’t be escalated any further, especially with the court’s mood steady. How could he let this matter disrupt things?

"There’s still provisions to entertain the Dragon-Browed Marquis. But I fear his visit isn’t just for dinner—he must have another purpose." Having met Han Zeng at Yong’an Inn at such a critical time, with Liu Qu’s intelligence, it was clear why he had come.

Chen Long couldn’t be bothered to argue, but Shen Ze was right about the second part—those were only matches. What about true life-and-death duels?

Yet Xie Min was indeed overthinking it. None of the three who came to seek the emperor wanted Jing Shun to ascend the throne.

Afterward, I persuaded Ma Wulong for a while, telling him not to be too angry, that his health was most important. Once his mood settled a bit, I closed the ward door, ready to share my thoughts with him.

Most of his peers recognized and even adopted Lin Chen’s teaching methods for themselves.

The man in leather shoes wanted to find Tang Ye Rong’s corpse deep in the street, to control the vengeful ghost inhabiting it and revive the legacy of Yin-Yang Street. But they were incapable—they simply lacked the strength.

Yet these merchants seemed keen to gloss things over, at least maintaining a façade of peace.

They wore light armor, mostly armed with bows, arrows, and curved swords. Some of the fiercest warriors carried long spears as well.

The man on the hospital bed had just woken up, his eyes full of bewilderment. He was so frail that he could not speak.

"You can investigate Luo Tiantian of Youmi Academy, and Luo Tiantian of Luo Group," Xue Feimo said without even looking up.

Back at the apartment, Chu Chao packed away his various clothes, lay on the bed, and thought about the upcoming training camp.

Just on the way here, while waiting at a red light, her leg seemed to vanish—she felt nothing at all.

After all, the Zhao family and Feng family in Nanyang were equally powerful and outwardly cordial, so Zhao Bin’s status allowed him to freely come and go from the Feng family’s gates.