Volume One, Chapter 22: The Banquet

Upon entering, Lin Wu looked toward the hospital bed. Old Master Lin lay there, his complexion much improved, though his expression grew complicated the moment he saw Lin Wu.

Mr. Zuo let out a thunderous shout, unleashing his peak-surpassing strike as he lunged at the malevolent spirit before him.

All these things aside, the grating remarks were secondary; Qin Lan’s true trump card lay in the art of causing a scene.

Xie Zi’an and Liu Mingyi stood with righteous indignation; even as they screamed in agony, their mouths continued to pour out insults until, unable to endure the torture any longer, they both fainted away.

With every slash of his blade, he felt his connection to the world grow deeper. The world was a river, and he was but a fish swimming within its currents.

His tone, usually cool and distant, rippled with a hint of a smile. Yan Shuangyi couldn’t quite tell if it was mockery or mischief.

Qi Zixiao nodded, the red scissors reappearing in her hand as she once again caught sight of that hidden valley.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, when the final bell rang, the students in the class couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone had given up resistance; whether they lived or died now depended entirely on a single word from Fang Yu.

The children backed away in terror. Save for the person beside Han Xiao, the others all brandished weapons as they walked toward the children.

Hua Ying gritted her teeth and remained silent. Pang Tong, helpless, could only sit by her side, holding her hand as he said, "If there is anything troubling you, tell me. We are one, sharing the same joys, sorrows, and worries." Hua Ying still said nothing, so Pang Tong could only sit with her for a while.

"Second Sister, Chu Zifeng isn't dead! I heard his voice just now!" Han Xing gestured anxiously.

Rong Zheng did not know what method she was using to save the person, but he was certain that she was currently in a state of depleted strength; if measures weren't taken, it would be dangerous.

Feeling Pei Shiyin’s frantic, uncontrolled emotions, Cheng Yiben felt a surge of fear. The shock he felt at her claim that he had been poisoned and had only a month to live was no less than if she had slapped him across the face.

Pei Shiyin was dragged into the clinic just like that; perhaps Cheng Yihai had made an appointment long ago. There were no other patients in the room, and there seemed to be no need to queue for registration.

Lü Lun snorted at Chen Huan-shan, then replied respectfully to Xie Gongbao, "Young Master is unaware, but back when the Xuanxian Sect incited the war and caused our Sect Leader Tu to perish, the Xuanxian Sect were the main culprits, and these people were their accomplices. Naturally, we must fight when we meet." As he finished, the group from the Thirty-Six Caves began to jeer.

"Of course, we are—" Li Guiyi started to say proudly, but as the words left his lips, he sensed something was wrong. He forcibly choked them back, received a glare from the two people beside him, and sullenly shut his mouth.

"I understand. Then, I request that Commander Jiro ensure the administrative department participates in the investigation!" Yizi said coldly.

However, intuition told Jiang Xie that this day would come sooner or later. Now that he knew what the 'Dao' was, he would eventually find a way to counter the Dao of others, or even the Heavenly Dao itself.

At this moment, Yue Ji was lying on the bed, listening to the sound of his breathing; she figured he must have fallen asleep.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Xi Nanlin originally wanted to pretend she hadn't seen him and walk away, but she was called back by Ji Cheng.

Tam’s mouth kept running, but to prevent Tang San from suddenly rising up and raiding his base, he decided to let Tam guard the home, which gave him peace of mind.

Wealth is sought in danger; if they won, with the support of the Qi and Su families, they could absolutely walk sideways in the entertainment industry.

Father Xue fell ill from exhaustion; that night, he collapsed on the sofa and never recovered. After an examination, he was found to be on the verge of a stroke that would leave him a vegetable, which terrified Xue Qiqi and Mother Xue half to death.

"By the way, Brother-in-law, will you and Sister teach me swordsmanship in the future?" Lei Wujie asked suddenly.

The other party was simply lawless. Even she had only received the news today, and it was Shu Ran who had spoken, yet the other party already knew.

Liu Yang nodded, maintaining his 'bystander' expression. Isn't it just face-slapping? He had seen plenty of such plots in his previous life. Hadn't they heard? Face-slapping is fun for a moment, but constant face-slapping is always fun.

Ai Hu simply nodded and picked up his chopsticks to eat lunch, but with his mind preoccupied, he set them down after only a few bites.

Qiu Tianyi seized Mazi, killed him with a backhand strike, and pinned him to the ground. He then lifted Mazi’s head, pried open his mouth, and flicked his teeth out one by one.

Yun'er signaled desperately. How could Gao Yue not understand? He gritted his teeth, pressed his lips together, and did not answer.

In his previous life, there were song-enhancers who could turn the tide of an entire battle single-handedly. Seeing it now, it was indeed formidable. Mu Yi looked up at the sky; the falling snowflakes seemed to hit a high-temperature barrier, dissolving into gas and vanishing without a trace the moment they fell.

In the midst of this snowstorm, Ailan stopped briefly to identify the direction, but in just a moment, the relentless snow piled up to his waist, as if all the snow in the surroundings were rushing toward him.

"Haha, a good show is about to begin." Dugu Changfeng laughed inwardly. At this moment, he dared not speak, for he knew that Ye Changsheng was truly enraged.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Qing Yizi turned with a smile, gripping his sword tightly as he walked step by step toward Sect Leader Qiu.

Because Sky-Curse Masters are born with immensely powerful spiritual strength, coupled with the magical ability to control the power of the void, they are uniquely gifted when it comes to carving magic arrays.

Ling Donghong’s office was archaic, or perhaps one could say ancient. Judging by the decor, it was at least fifty years old, meaning it hadn't been touched since he became dean; it was extremely simple.

Following his command, a thunderous boom came from the city gates below, and the tall, massive gate slowly creaked shut.

Of those original nine, I only favored three. Yet one died, one rebelled, and the last one cultivated the Fist of Benevolence; none are fit to inherit my mantle.

A thick beam of sword light slashed out in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, transformed into hundreds of sword auras.

Ji Anning nodded with a smile. She asked about the situation regarding the Tian family and heard that everything was going well with Ji Shushao’s wife—her energy was so boundless it actually made people worry for her.