Volume 1, Chapter 42: A Narrow Escape from Death

"I won't eat it."
Lin Qingwan shook her head. Seeing the contempt and disgust in the man's eyes, she tried desperately to shrink away, but the jailer gripped her chin firmly.
"You had better eat something. Otherwise, you’ll starve to death before the master even gets a chance to use his torture instruments."
Jiang Dong said nothing. He climbed onto the roof in three strides and sat cross-legged to begin healing his wounds. Having reached the Realm of Three Qi Converging at the Origin, his regenerative abilities were far greater than before. Although his injuries were severe, he had already recovered most of them along the way.
Miraculously, once the pattern appeared, a flash of light erupted. The stone tablet in the center sank into the earth, and the bright red pattern vanished along with it.
After the gate was opened, Rong Yao kept her eyes fixed on Gui Tian, her heart filled with boundless fury.
When Qiu Feng left, Chenchen was still sleeping. Seeing that something had happened to the sect, he went to investigate the situation.
The two stood in the arena, clashing dozens of times in the blink of an eye, sending waves of violent soul power surging outward.
The barrier struck by the needles seemed to crack like shattered air, with fissures spreading outward.
Perhaps due to some intuition, Li Bai looked up while grilling and happened to see Leng Ruobing glancing toward him. He smiled at her.
Le Yao's displeasure made me realize that my return was indeed rash, but I couldn't bring her back to this old house, for this place belonged to no one but Mi Cai.
"This is a tracking mark. As for its function, you will find out soon enough..." Qiao'er did not pause to explain, knowing that the Wood Dragon's draconic magic was already prepared and she had no time to spare.
Bing Yuye was also startled by the unknown object from moments ago; even now, her heart was pounding wildly.
"Come, sister, have some water!" Xu Zhi feigned the role of an obedient and gentle maid, handing a cup of tea to Tian Xue. Little did he expect his warm gesture to be met with such cold indifference.
Wu Lei sneered. There were many people who wanted to kill him now—the Huangfu clan, the Kunpeng tribe—any of which were a thousand times more powerful than this Cihang Monastery.
Therefore, after dodging several patrols, he leaped directly from the wall, soaring through the air toward the main building of the mansion. In mid-air, only the faint sound of his clothes cutting through the wind could be heard.
The young man before him was a few years older than Wang Xuanyuan and had been drifting through Hollywood for two years, making a living by editing scripts for others. His dream was to shoot his own film and work as a director.
Xuan Feilun looked at me, his eyes drooping as he said, "The Emperor sent him to the Qi territory to consolidate Dong Cheng’s remnants and clear out the bandits of Daqing Mountain. I hear the bandits there are quite rampant; I wonder if he can prevail?" As he spoke, he looked toward the spot where Qin Yichang had disappeared, his gaze filled with a trace of worry.
"This guy barely made it through; I'm impressed. I actually wanted him to take a break." I chuckled, then narrowed my eyes slightly. Damn, that hanging ghost Huo Juan had actually poked her head out.
Yes, I am planning to return to continue my studies. After experiencing such long trials, I feel that my life would be incomplete if I did not finish my education.
Who the hell has such poor manners? Gu Ling'er snapped her head up and saw a face she detested deeply. How could it be him again?
The wind died down. The auspicious cloud carrying Miao Jiu floated in the air above the lake. The place was very tranquil, and the thick mist enveloped Miao Jiu, tickling his whiskers. His body gradually grew cold as the chill seeped in. Miao Jiu shivered, let out a sneeze, and woke up from his slumber.
Outside the capital of the Western Emperor, on the wide main road, merchant caravans, travelers, farmers, and soldiers came and went. A man dressed in a robe embroidered with a qilin stood menacingly on the essential path leading to the western plains.