Volume One, Chapter 49: The Duel Begins

The next day, Li Xiao still arrived safely at the classroom. Those guarding the door still did not recognize him, and Li Xiao couldn’t help but smile bitterly, silently cursing that Red Tiger for not being very sharp.

The man saw her gaze wander, then withdrew before plunging in again with renewed force. He seemed to take pleasure in this torment. Liang Yimo was sweating profusely, trembling with pain, his whole body feeling as if it might split apart.

Long Mobai never allowed Gu Yanfei to watch when he was changing Luo Chenyang’s bandages, saying it would disrupt his work.

“You’re crazy. I don’t know anything about this matter. I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Let go of my hand, let go!” Lin Xiru struggled fiercely.

He really shouldn’t have brought her to such a public place. He thought she was always cooped up in the castle, her mood perpetually gloomy.

The martial world is a place both compassionate and ruthless, where some choices are simply impossible to make. Muscular Hui encountered it, Liu Kui encountered it, Zhou Yao encountered it, Li Xiao encountered it, and Tang Wushuang also faced it.

Almost overnight, the reputation, achievements, and image of the Cloud Emperor suddenly entered the hearts of the common people. The term “Cloud Emperor” was no longer an abstract symbol but a vivid, living figure.

Under her gaze, she braved herself to call Si Lan, repeating a thousand apologies in her mind.

A long whistle clearly signaled the Wind-Screaming Eagle to search for someone, but the eagle flapped its wings frantically, unable to escape this forest no matter how high it soared.

Grandma Liu turned her head slightly, smiling warmly toward Dong Ru and kindly saying, “Come, let this old woman have a feel.” With that, her withered hands gently brushed Dong Ru’s cheek.

“What immense power. Who exactly are you?” Che Langting felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The Mirage Demon Clan’s greatest skill was to exhale mirage gas, creating illusions like mirages over the sea. When someone or prey became trapped in these illusions, the demons would suddenly strike, swallowing them alive.

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As Wei Changqin spoke, Gu Jueqing had already brought the bowl of sweet soup to his lips, tilting his head back to drink deeply.

Su Jin nodded. Everyone inside the building watched the scene, chattering with all sorts of speculation—mostly about Jiang Qingqing's noble status and whether losing would mean losing an arm. Some even debated the master of this illusion workshop, wondering if they dared to offend the Jiang family.

Originally, he had looked down on Wu Mian for his youth and somewhat arrogant tone. But after Lin Nanchong’s reminder, he had to reassess Wu Mian.

Already gloomy, Wei Qilang’s face grew colder upon hearing those words. He nodded slightly without speaking and continued walking.

Consort Hua casually tossed her robe to the old nanny following behind, barely nodding in greeting before lazily settling down beside the Empress, her expression as languid as a resting cat.

After stepping into the stone cave, Gu Jueqing quickly scanned his surroundings. The cave was plainly visible, showing no special features.

A strange atmosphere spread. Su Jin looked at the old prince’s face, which was only pale and accompanied by coughing—no other symptoms. It was a stark contrast to when he first returned.

Wu Jita was not highly regarded, even though his status in Western Qi was considerable. But Ziwei Immortal was truly disdainful of him.

Wu Ting’er looked closely and indeed saw the name Dilanlu, with a note indicating Bamo, Myanmar.

“Everyone stand up. I can’t accept this!” Haibodong turned slightly, refusing to bow to these powerful figures, aware that Qin Hao was present and must not be crossed.

Leng Xingyue and another stopped at the iron chain, gazing down at the valley below filled with swords, spears, and various weapons piled like a black sea of metal. Among them were some exquisite blades. Both Leng Xingyue and Liu Xiang eyed the weapons below covetously.

Wuxin Daoist, Cheng Lin, Su Qianhe, and Lin Fei struck simultaneously, their bodies darting out in four directions to attack the demon lord.

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Though under this double protection, Zhaohuang still felt uneasy. Just as he drew his sword to approach Zhong Qi, Bi Luo gathered internal energy in his right palm, exerting his last strength to teleport him directly to Tu Su and the others.

Qingshan Dawo looked up and saw that the eerie old man at the door had vanished, and the ghost face beneath his pillow was nowhere to be found.

The mountain bandits heard their leader’s orders and charged forward shouting wildly, brandishing knives and spears, their faces fierce and cruel.

Qin Hao immediately spoke coldly. The crowd from the Ziyang Sect charged forward in an instant.

Feng Qian saw the spirit blade in Shi Di’s hand and instantly liked it. He was just short of a decent weapon, and this spirit blade was far superior to ordinary arms.

Suppressing the momentary threat in his gaze, Su Nuan closed the door, turned around, and moved a stool beside Su Yang’s bed to sit again, only to find him lifting the blanket, trying to get out of bed.

We looked one by one and saw that what was delivered to me were all fabrics, jewelry, and tonics.

Su Nuan had been very attentive to this matter. Before the meeting, she had hurriedly reviewed these charts, which was why her impression was so deep.

It was like a seed, slowly taking root and sprouting, just waiting for the day it would thrive.