Volume One, Chapter 32: The Villainous Siblings in Long Aotian’s Story, Part 12

With her willow-slender waist in his grip, Ye Chuyi’s wandering hands couldn't help but knead Dongfang Shenyun’s waist before he pulled her close, standing firmly atop a massive pile of rubble.

No love, no hate, a deep emotional fracture, scarred and weary. Wandering the ends of the earth together, through endless hardships. The sword of passion is discordant; the world is full of strife. When the sword emerges from the heart, there is desolation everywhere in the martial world.

"Then let's get to it! We’ll split up and call our people, as many as we can get. Meet at the west gate of the farmers' market at 3:00!" Yang Xiaolong announced brashly before turning and heading out.

"Is there a problem with this?" The First Chief asked, puzzled. A minor flaw in a painting seemed perfectly normal to him.

As for the convergence point, to bridge the gap in cultivation between the outer and inner court students, the academy provided assistance. Upon reaching the rendezvous, outer court students would receive a token. This token could negate one elimination crisis, and their location would then be shifted elsewhere.

Feeling the information relayed back by his Magic God Eye, Han Feng was shocked to find himself in a brand-new space, standing upon a tall altar. Ahead of him lay a cluster of deep blue points surrounding a golden one; the only red points—representing enemies—were the fourteen right beside him.

Then, the Burmese soldiers began to laugh among themselves, exchanging a few words in Burmese.

They all held their expressions, feigning solemn indignation, silently watching the back of the silver-haired master. Thirty minutes ago, he had personally ordered the notification to be sent. Yet now, the messenger had been dismembered before his eyes, his head twisted off and detonated—a heavy slap in the face to that master.

The other kobolds were terrified, trembling. The saucer shook as well; the two kobolds operating it were paralyzed by fear. Regardless of the species, all living things fear death.

"Haha, go to prison and ask for it slowly!" It was just as she had guessed. Her body gradually went limp, and she closed her eyes.

"It's nothing, really," I suppressed a sigh and followed Brother Yi inside, feeling a bit confused.

The ten o'clock boat was about to arrive. Dao Long and Brother Five rented a suite at a Bangkok hotel to talk in hushed tones. Dao Long said that once the contact from the Golden Triangle arrived, they would be found here.

The front door of Deng Qili’s house stood open, and a crowd had gathered at the entrance to the hall, though no lights were on inside. Peng Ligang kept calling for people to make way, finally pushing his way in. Someone brought a kerosene lamp, and only then was the scene inside made clear.

Lan Meng’s tears streamed down her face. She turned and held Meng tightly: an embrace, a silent beginning, pointing toward a silent end.

Lu Jiong followed Liu Hu with light footsteps. He carried a light load, consisting only of a pistol equipped with a silencer. Although he tried his best to keep his movements restrained, compared to the special forces soldiers under his command, he was clearly not in the same league.

Yet he overlooked one point: after transforming into a demon, no matter who he was in his past life, it no longer mattered. A demon is a demon—a new life, a new species.

Suddenly, Brother Five seemed to recall something—he appeared to have an appointment today. However, it seemed he would have to break it, for he did not know where Dongfang Hong was, nor did he have any money. There was no help for it; a broken promise it would be.

His voice was soft and gentle, carrying a calm strength that settled in one's ears. Because every word went straight to the heart while subtly praising the Bright Emperor, the court officials found themselves unable to offer any rebuttal.

Geng Zhongming’s goal was simple: once the cavalry’s "galloping fire" suppressed the defenses on the city walls, he believed the simultaneous volley of over a hundred tiger-crouching cannons would completely crumble the defenses of Xinyu City. Then, he, Geng Zhongming, would be the first Qing general to defeat the Shenzhou Army.

To allow her to recover properly, Yu Fengtan simply barred all visitors, forbidding anyone from disturbing her so she could rest in peace.

"Hmph, a mere commoner dares to oppose the Grand Preceptor’s estate? Someone, take my command token and mobilize fifty elite men from the camp to wipe her out. When you go, change out of your uniforms and pose as bandits so as not to leave any traces," Grand Preceptor Pang said viciously.

Amidst a continuous series of explosions, Wang Dao’s hand instantly shattered the phantom space. The shattered remnants sank into the sea of blood, thoroughly suppressed.

Everyone agreed it was a sensible plan, so they stopped to rest on the spot, and Tu Lei was quick to light a campfire.

After all, his God-Transformation realm had three sixth-star cultivators, and with Sun Fengyu—who was currently gripped in Jun Lan’s hand—it amounted to a force of fifth and sixth-star God-Transformation power.

"Hehe, this necklace is mine from today on; you don't need it," Ruo Lan said with a light laugh.

Feng Nieyang met that icy, piercing gaze and looked at the strangely smiling Wu Weiyang, his hands dropping helplessly. He suddenly felt that something had been misunderstood, and something else had been lost.

Jue Fan, however, was somewhat dissatisfied. They were there to discuss military matters; aside from the impropriety of others listening in, this girl was an outsider of unknown status. Why had his master been so reckless as to bring her back?

While this change occurred at Saint Moon Peak, Fang Jinshan of Saint Star Peak had already entered the Saint Star Hall.

When Yue Chen slowly arrived before the Starry Hall, Huo Xuan and the others had long since arrived. He wondered to himself: he had clearly left early every time, so why was he always behind the others?

"Lord Hokage, sorry to keep you waiting!" Night Funeral said upon seeing the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, outside the Ninja Academy.

Just then, a violent spatial fluctuation occurred. With a surge of turbulent air, a man and a dog crashed down heavily into the courtyard of Enlightenment City, carving out a deep crater.

Beyond that, the youth’s skin was relatively flushed, and a pair of ears appeared to be formed entirely of flames.

He wanted to start over. The next time he faced the Corpse Clan, he would never again let himself feel so helpless.

They were not all cowards, but in their current state, entering the formation would be nothing more than a senseless death. Anyone with a shred of reason would not do so; there were other ways to prove one’s loyalty.

"Burn! Flame Assault Heavenly Punishment!" Liu Mang roared. The name had come to him in that split second; he felt the name was familiar, as if this power were not something a human could possess, but a technique belonging to the gods of heaven.