Volume One, Chapter 83: A Chance Encounter

Before Chu Ming could finish his sentence, Du Wenchang’s voice rang out once again.

Yan Prefecture had always been a land of poverty, with Ji Prefecture boasting four times its population. What’s more, Yan Prefecture had suffered the ravages of war over the past two years, followed by pillaging at the hands of the nomads.

“This one I use for receiving guests has already been soiled by goblins. How about I send you a new one in a week?” White Wolf hurried to explain. Since Black Wolf wanted it, he certainly had to oblige. For some reason, White Wolf now very much hoped someone would take this mat off his hands.

“How did you fall for such a simple trap?” Jinsha was tempted to ask this aloud, but managed to restrain herself at the last moment.

Still, she’d underestimated the difficulty; if it weren’t for Bai Tianxing’s Fortune Jade Talisman, Mount Luofu might not have taken in a single disciple by now.

Meanwhile, the praised Dongfang Qingyue clearly basked in the compliment, the corners of her mouth lifting in a subtle smile.

Thanks to Xiahou Lie’s stubborn resistance, the bulk of the Chu army managed to retreat in good order to the Jiulongkou area.

“…Alright, alright, I won’t tease you, oh paragon of virtue!” Xu Chuyan’s voice came through the phone again. “Didn’t I say when I left last night that I owed you a meal as thanks? I’m calling today to invite you for dinner, to repay your gallant rescue.”

Now, at last, he had broken through the world’s membrane and connected with the soul energy of a higher dimension.

The bamboo house was simple, and after only a few steps, a slender figure could be seen sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed. Yet a fine gauze curtain hung over the bed, obscuring the scene within.

Often, the locals would see such things as possessing a “spirit,” offering them worship—remnants of the belief that all things have souls.

When Yang Tianzhen saw Liu Buyi arrive, the annoyance on his face gave way to a joyful smile. Meanwhile, Li Yang, who had nearly been rolling on the ground, looked at Yang Tianzhen as though he’d seen a ghost.

Instead, it lent the scene a tragic beauty; yet, once those golden ornaments were placed upon her head, a different kind of loveliness emerged.

Legend had it that in the distant past, mortals could not cultivate. But later, someone accidentally discovered the existence of spiritual energy, and from then on, the world saw its first practitioners.

After Xu Zhengang finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Though the sum was ten million dollars, he felt no pain; compared to what he was about to gain, it was nothing at all.

Yesterday at noon, they had found three blue strange flowers in this very yurt. By that count, fifteen still remained.

By now, the commotion had drawn the attention of those nearby. Upon seeing that one side included Leng Zhaotong, many felt a pang of worry for Xiang Wan.

“Brother Yuan, how do you know so much?” Xu Yan lowered her voice, trying to sound casual.

When Han Xiao entered high school and reached the age of budding affections, she’d had little contact with boys. Naturally, her heart’s prince was Kang Chen. It wasn’t until they attended the same university and Kang Chen’s behavior thoroughly broke her heart that things changed.

Meng Yu added from the side. Yet, as if suddenly recalling something, he sprang up from the sofa.

Shen Feng seemed somewhat displeased, while Su Yingmei sat at the bedside, listening to their conversation with growing confusion.

Su Yuyang had planned to follow Ling Miao’s lead and brush off the matter, but then he noticed Ling Miao’s shoulders trembling, her gaze flickering. Though her tone was forceful, her expression had already betrayed her.