28 Jinjiang Literature City 28

The crowd shuddered as a blazing fury ignited in their eyes, yet upon seeing the dozen or so disciples of the Fierce Blade Sect radiating overwhelming power, their courage instantly wilted.

Slaying twelve ninth-rank beasts was no easy feat; even Xing Chu himself had only managed to kill a few. The reason he possessed so many ninth-rank beasts was due to the "beast tide," during which these powerful creatures trampled each other to death, allowing him to seize the advantage.

A muffled sound rang out as the whirlwind suddenly halted. A figure staggered backward a dozen steps; after steadying himself, he coughed up two mouthfuls of fresh blood.

A cool mountain breeze swept through, bringing a chill to the night air.

Only after Jing Yanwu’s words did Chu Feng and the others realize that the dragon pearl was the very essence of the ancient fire dragon, containing the entire cultivation path of that primordial beast. The pearl was, in essence, the spirit of the ancient fire dragon itself.

The three instinctively raised their heads, clearly proud of their imperial city lineage.

After leaving the student council, Qing Binghe and Yang Yi parted ways, stepping out through the academy gates. Yang Yi now headed to the nearest city, Huo City, to procure some supplies and discreetly spread intelligence.

“It’s not just the Demon-Sealing Emperor; the Dark Soul Emperor, Dream Nameless, is also in Wansheng City. Didn’t you notice the source of the email he sent you corresponds to Wansheng City’s code?” Qing Yueling moved to the window’s edge, gazing out.

With Mu Xiaomeng present, Long Aolang had been somewhat restrained, but once the first bite was taken, he abandoned all decorum. Concerns about appearances or manners were set aside—after all, Mu Xiaomeng had her head lowered; she couldn’t see how he ate.

At this moment, an invisible aura enveloped Yin Gu, and the ambient temperature around him shifted drastically, as if separating two worlds. The approaching blades near Yin Gu melted away before vanishing entirely.

After a brief silence, Wei Jie’s footsteps halted. His gaze landed on Heizi, who sat at the table shaking off droplets of water. If memory served, Feifei should possess a jade pendant belonging to him.

Yet, when Hei Xiao’s words reached Meng Jun’s ears, they struck like thunder, causing him to shudder violently, his eyes nearly popping out.

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“By the way, Old Fang, why do I sense a strange atmosphere throughout the Tianyue Star since I returned? Everyone seems jittery, even the military is deploying troops everywhere, as if bracing for something,” Song Ming suddenly asked, noticing Old Fang’s mood had stabilized.

Perhaps many failed to understand him, perceiving him as aloof, but I could always discern traces of Zhu Sha’s quietness or introversion in her. Sometimes, it puzzled me—I realized I liked this man.

When the school bus dropped us off in a desolate, godforsaken place, it drove away immediately. Watching the bus disappear into the distance, stirring up clouds of dust, we felt as if there was no turning back.

“Xia Jinyuan, you bastard.” Zhang Min hadn’t expected this outcome and rushed over in a fury.

Thunder Lord: “Honey, don’t be mad; it’s unnecessary. We can’t beat Nezha in battle, nor match their background. We’ll just have to take some losses.”

Xu Hui gazed admiringly at Tong En, clad in a black gown. Her flowing hair was elegantly coiled behind her head, a luminous pearl necklace graced her smooth neck, and beyond that, there was no other adornment—yet her beauty was enviable.

Ghost Nine waved his hand, signaling us to back off. We slowed down stealthily like cats. Ghost Nine borrowed night-vision goggles from Zhang Sanbi and instructed us to turn off all flashlights. In an instant, we were plunged into complete darkness.

At that moment, Mu Dashao entered his immortal realm—a transparent space where the eight primordial forces rotated in an orderly fashion like eight colorful suns, a breathtaking spectacle.

For instance, they upheld a monogamous system, and Zhang’s family had remained faithful for years without seeking concubines.

Ghost Ping’s face turned pale as he realized his vitality was slipping away, his lifespan steadily diminishing.

Although the Su family now had goods, they lacked connections and a sales network. Continuous cooperation with the Wang family was no long-term solution.

As expected, Baizhan was once again driven away in anger—this scene seemed to have repeated countless times.

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Qing Shu watched Tsunade intently, both hands emitting faint chakra, ready to leap to her aid at any moment.

After calling out several times and searching for a long while, a few frightened maids and elderly women trembling with fear were finally dragged out of a corner.

Mabu Yi was astonished that the notorious leader of the Akatsuki was actually Jiraiya’s disciple.

Pacing back and forth in this era without clocks, Liu Yu lost track of how long he had waited, wandering around out of sheer boredom.

“Are you leaving? Don’t forget that you were released this time; the Qiu Dao Mingqian Shaoge Sect within the province faces no pressure,” Qiu Dao Mingqian said quietly, eyes fixed on the distant figure.

Yet these people remained so calm and indifferent, neither assisting nor inquiring about the situation, as if deaf to all.

Upon arriving at the private hot spring’s gate, Zhao Sheng felt a rush of pine waves and fluttering colored leaves. The gate was a traditional brick and timber structure, exuding a profound sense of Zen.

Abu’s mood was like a roller coaster; his voice rose to a cracking pitch from sheer joy.

After night fell, curfews were enforced across every street in Guqiu City. Citizens were forbidden from going out, facilitating the movement of lords’ troops. Upon reaching the Changling Marquis’s mansion, it was brightly lit inside. Su Chen and Dian Wei entered, while Fang Xuejun stood outside with five hundred soldiers.

Gu Luoxue herself didn’t know why she acted as she did, as if not doing so would lead to a disastrous end.