Chapter 62: The Rules of the Underground World

“Two days ago, my useless apprentice arrived in Yun Prefecture and had both his legs broken!”
Situ Nan appeared calm.
But everyone understood that this was merely the calm before the storm.
Two days ago, at the Xiao Family’s Mountain and Water Manor, Chen Yang broke He Changfeng’s legs—this event had already spread throughout the martial arts world.
It was hardly a secret.
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The Shadow Technique was a special skill of assassins. By utilizing speed, the environment, and certain unique movements, it created illusions in the enemy’s eyes, causing them to misjudge the assassin’s actions, and thus evade attacks.
After the old man was humiliated by Invincible, the strange group of four finally broke their long silence. The old man said nothing, but heard Murtagh and Panta debating nearby.
The dazzling ruby palace only astonished Zhuang Wangu at first; afterward, he felt no surprise. He stood quietly in the main hall, occupying the highest seat. Bai Lang knelt below, completely submissive.
“Waaah, I want to eat what Daddy’s having.” Yui tapped her chin thoughtfully with her finger, then, wearing a sweet smile, stretched out her hands to Chen Mingtong and said this.
Now that the Chaos Bell had been seized by Xuanmu Island, among the three parties participating in the next catastrophe, only Buddhism lacked sufficient fortune. The situation of Buddhism was clear to all three.
Zhao Zhengce rushed over, scooped the football out of the net, sprinted back to the center line, and carefully placed the ball again.
After absorbing the primordial spirits of the Wind Lord and Rain Master, Kuafu learned some hidden secrets: when the ten great ancestors perished, each left behind something that survived destruction. Kuafu’s essence blood became countless witches; the corpse of Shebi transformed into Mount Wu after death.
“Heh, as you say, if you’ve seen it, I don’t need to. By the way, have you prepared what I need?”
Zhuang Wangu was momentarily speechless. The thousand-li horse was his idea, Baoding his pupil, God, Satan, and Allah all his disciples—most of them the sort that didn’t amount to much. What did this master of talents really know? Was he truly the teacher of ten thousand, versed in all arts of the world?
Moreover, the unchanging scenery was tiresome, even though it remained beautiful as ever.
Chu Xuning entered from outside, soldiers trailing behind, his expression unusually grim.
Perhaps by coincidence, even after dark, Lan Fei was not seen leaving through the school’s main gate; she probably took another exit. This university had several side gates. Better check her home.
Di Jiuyin seemed not to notice anything. Once Mu Yunqing had arranged her clothes, his expression returned to normal.
Hearing Su Nuan’s question, and noting her obvious displeasure, he finally extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray before him.
“Do I look pale? Probably just didn’t rest well.” Lan Fei touched her face, unconcerned.
No need for secrecy; if she wanted Yun Tianhao dead, she would come openly. If Yun Zichen sought revenge, they had no need to explain their enmity.
He glanced plaintively at Xu Junyu on the sickbed, hoping for an explanation, but Xu Junyu ignored him and spoke directly.
Huang Wuye felt an inexplicable aversion to this peaceful day, finding it odd—a madman’s sentiment.
Her gaze flickered; she was certain now that he had clearly seen her reaction while she viewed the contents of the USB drive, which was why he said those words to her.
“…Very well.” Since half the reason for her visit was for him, making friends would do no harm. Having such a friend would surely be an experience worth having.