Volume One, Chapter 34: Ling Xuan’s Counterattack

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The agents dispatched by the Marquis of Pingyang’s estate returned empty-handed for days on end. During the day, Yun Jinhua led her troops on patrols, and by night, she shuttered her doors early. Apart from routine official business, she neither ventured out nor received guests.

"Continue the strict surveillance. Do not miss even the slightest trail," Su Ziwen commanded. He was certain that Yun Jinhua would soon reveal her true colors. Lu Mingxuan was a master of romance; it was said that the young women of the Cuiwei Pavilion, usually as detached as clear water, would flock to him like moths to a flame, moving in groups. He likely handled women with even greater ease than he handled business. Yun Jinhua was in the prime of her youth, and those long, arduous nights must surely be plagued by sleeplessness. Lu Mingxuan had informed him that he was staying at...

A group of people wove through the pine forest, and from time to time, someone would let out a shriek toward the trees in the distance.

As for her character... Yang Fan recalled his first meeting with Bai Qin and the unwavering respect she showed him now. Though she did not show it on her face, he could guess that she bore a heavy burden for the sect; her personality was likely one of resilience, restraint, and gratitude. His smile bloomed from within, as warm and gentle as a breeze, yet as radiant as the morning sun, illuminating his features and rendering him as beautiful as a painting.

In Chen Li’s view, Olympiads—including those in chemistry, biology, and the like—were merely stepping stones for students. He did not know that his father had nearly lost his life because of them; the man was left broken, forced to walk with a cane, a semi-invalid.

A Battle Soul Sword is distinct from a Sword Soul. A Sword Soul possesses independent consciousness and can integrate sword intent. When wielded by a Grandmaster of the Sword, its power is multiplied. Regarding what Xu Xuanling had said earlier—that he could catch him even if he used a Thousand-Mile Escape Talisman—Duan Youfu felt not a shred of doubt. He knew Xu Xuanling must have possessed absolute confidence to speak with such certainty.

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Her mind drifted to the plot of a certain anime, and she could not help but imagine herself and her junior, leading her to let out a strange cry. There were only three men present; he and Fang Yanting were meeting Du Lanyue for the first time, and Yang Fan was Shen Xintong’s boyfriend. It couldn't possibly be something as scandalous as an affair between a sister and her sister’s boyfriend, could it?

However, he also understood that Wei Yan only spoke those words because he hadn't managed to block a single move. Otherwise, why would he have released his grip, and why was he not walking toward the camp tent?

Having learned his lesson, Wang Chao couldn't help but grumble: "Wouldn't it be better to just stay home and watch cartoons? Why watch movies, and century-old ones at that? Has your boring life really driven you to this?"

Meng Zhenghui did not know why Han Hu refused to speak, but he himself was certainly not going to point it out. Others might not know, but he was painfully aware: his father was an ordinary man who had never cultivated. Even in death, with his body stiffened, it should have been impossible for him to withstand such a sharp butcher’s knife, let alone produce the sound of striking steel.

"Wang Chao holds the key to breaking through to the Grandmaster realm, and I only desire to surpass it. Is that a crime?"

As luck would have it, just as Lin Baitang finished building the stove, the pot was delivered. Jia Zhong and the others took it away to wash it, then brought it back for her. A series of practical problems flooded He Ju’s mind, leaving her feeling at a loss.

In the past, he had always felt this disciple was brilliant, peerless in talent, a dragon among men. But compared to Su Yin... well, better not compare. Every comparison was a heartbreak.

The death energy was incredibly pure, much like his own death soul power. As soon as his death soul power touched the death energy, the energy would seep into his body, gathering into a mass of qi in his middle dantian, at the Tanzhong acupoint.

"You! What do you know! You speak of usurping power with every breath!" Though A-Zuo and A-You were twins born of the same womb, their personalities were worlds apart.

In truth, Lin Baitang was only keeping up appearances. Once back in her room, she couldn't contain the heat flushing her cheeks. She hurriedly scooped up a handful of water to wash her face, and only when her fingers were numbed by the cold did she feel the temperature of her face subside.

The details she had never organized in her mind suddenly clicked into place in that instant, a realization so terrifying it pierced her to the core.

"Great Sun Divine Fire Sword, explode for me!" Yin Tianzheng roared. The solar fire that had been scattered by the Green-Robed Ancestor suddenly seemed to gain a soul.

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Along the way, Xu Cheng rarely attacked, only striking down the desolate beasts that he could not avoid. In the end, having no other choice, and realizing Leng Feng must have matters to attend to, they told him to go home early before departing with Leng Bing and Leng Xue.

As he walked out with Shi Lingyan, he ran straight into Mr. Bai, who was heading their way. Finally, with nowhere left to run, the youth stumbled into a fog of dreams, and the vicious dogs, suspecting nothing, lunged in after him.

The mute chuckled. Following Gao Xu’s instructions, he used his strong, firm arm to write the name "Du Xuemin" upon the fog-covered window.

Underground organizations similar to the White Lotus Sect and the Sun Moon Divine Cult were suppressed ruthlessly, their lineages extinguished. Behind the old man, a squad of warriors clad in blood-colored armor stood silently. A hulking man in partial armor stepped forward and whispered.

The guilt of dragging his companions into this... and the warmth of being surrounded by them—two conflicting emotions collided deep within Galulu’s heart as he silently switched off the recording device.

Just then, a commotion erupted downstairs. Everyone in the room knew the people from the Green Sea Palace had arrived. Chen Yifan looked at the somewhat chaotic Iron-Blooded players in front of him, his confidence in victory surging. With Grandma here, what did they have to fear?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Li, I’m not entirely sure. Our boss has gone on a trip. If you have an urgent matter, you can try calling her," Manager Liu said.

"It is only because I have pondered it and decided you likely don't have any truly malicious intent that I am willing to let you off so lightly. Otherwise, you wouldn't even have the chance to apologize. Have you decided yet? Procrastination is a sin, you know," Yi Lan said with an enigmatic smile.