Volume 1, Chapter 28: Nightfall

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There was also a gaze tinged with bitterness, conveyed through the medium of a mirror.

“Release your soul rings and let me have a look,” Zhao Wuji said. He was somewhat curious about Gu Chen and Gu Yuena’s soul rings.

At the entrance was a straight road. It ran north to the factory district at the foot of West Mountain and south to Yangbo Road. The cement bridge spanning Second Gully stood on that road, and a stele had been erected at its head. Carved into it was the crooked poem Yang Bo had written back then.

After all, getting through even those few checkpoints at the headquarters of the Dark Spirit Organization was no simple matter.

“How can you go on like this every day? If your master were still alive, would he want you to keep living like a stone?” Xu Hua said, tapping Lei Chui’s bowl across the table with his chopsticks.

Of course, the imperial court had established the post of Grand Governor of the Great River, and it was not entirely useless. Generally speaking, there were two ways to deal with the Yellow River’s sediment: dredging the riverbed and building embankments.

“That should be enough.” Gu Yuena spoke as she prepared to disperse the wind-elemental power in her hand. If she maintained it too long, the sphere of wind might cause irreversible damage to Feng Xiaoyu’s palm.

Over the past ten years, I had trained and cultivated diligently, originally believing that I would surely catch up with His Majesty’s pace.

They had already arrived at the foot of West Mountain, beside the Nanxi River. There was a maple grove halfway up the mountain. With its green hills and clear waters, winter had now arrived, and the mountain wore a desolate aspect that stirred a sense of melancholy.

Old Master Chu had not been summoned by Chu Jiangnan’s company. Rather, someone from the company had told him that Luo Tianque had been standing guard outside all along. That was why he had dragged his ailing body away from the family.

He wanted to use his status to make Yang Xu withdraw the Thunder Immortal Inscription. Otherwise, beneath its power, his primordial spirit certainly would not be able to endure.

In the end, I vomited until I was weak and nearly exhausted. I told Hou Yu that I could not go on and could not drink another drop, but he insisted that I finish the last bowl, saying that only then could the corpse poison in my body be driven out more thoroughly.

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Yang Can immediately began embellishing the story, making Yang Xu sound hideous and contemptible, arrogant and conceited.

Perhaps the reason for Tang Xin’s death lay in the fact that she had never been able to recognize herself. But I had known her since my first year of high school, and since my rebirth had taken place during my third year, she would recognize me no matter what.

Although he had entered the world, he did not flaunt himself like ordinary religious leaders. He was so low-key that he seemed to possess no presence at all.

Yet the moment he took out his phone, Zhao Linglong saw that the caller was Lu Qingyue. He could only answer it with gritted teeth.

Of course, if it had been anyone else, they probably would have collapsed long ago. Such pain was simply beyond what a human being could endure. One had to understand that Yang Xu’s physical body was monstrously powerful; even the tearing apart of the void could not injure him. Yet beneath the Eight-Direction Heaven-Burning Furnace, Yang Xu could feel his body trembling.

For some people, tattoos were marks of identity. Others got them for fun, while still others, out of superstition, used tattoos to suppress the fate written against them.

Wang Chong gave a mocking chuckle. “Romance? The greatest romance I’ve ever imagined is being able to listen to a stream murmuring at sunset.”

Outside the house was a courtyard. Judging from its location, it seemed to lie at the very bottom of the mountain, though it was not particularly close to the pigpen.

The man sneered. The coffin behind him opened, and an experimental subject emerged. The number “Twelve” was engraved across its abdomen.

Death was like the wind, and the God of Death, who presided over it, understood death better than anyone. Yet the God of Death did not know what death truly was, because he had never died.

The atmosphere in the Hall of Looking Toward Heaven was silent. Qingyunzi was deeply conflicted. Although, as a cultivator, he pursued purity of heart and freedom from desire, he could not ignore the humiliation suffered by his disciple. He advocated saving lives and aiding the world and opposed war, yet the current circumstances were forcing his hand, leaving him helpless.

“Teacher Jiang is right! All of you think I’m useless! Fine! I’ll show you who the useless one really is!” A burning determination flashed through Zhou Jiadong’s eyes. At that moment, he could hardly wait to begin his special training.

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Upon hearing this, Chu Fangyun’s eyes instantly brimmed with tears, and she began sobbing bitterly. She had never been defeated and toyed with so mercilessly, and as the daughter of a wealthy family, how could she possibly endure such humiliation from Wu Xiaoyao? But she had given her word beforehand, and Chu Fangyun was not someone who broke her promises. Thus, faced with such a situation, all she could do was cry in helpless distress.

Transformation meant taking shape through purple qi, and it was an extremely complicated process. There were transformations along straight lines and curves, as well as conversions between physical form and spiritual-energy form.

Qin Zhao had now recovered to his peak condition. Far too much time had already been wasted, so he hurried toward the local stronghold of the Mask Organization.

When the Yanling Guard had first been established, its purpose was to protect the safety of the core members of the Yan imperial clan, the ruling house of the Great Yan Empire. That organization, however, had been born without any faith or creed.

Zhao Shengting was no ordinary man. From Jiang Huairen’s words, he seemed to have sensed something unusual.

A surge of secret delight welled up inside me. He was still so considerate, always putting my feelings first. A man like that was truly a blessing I must have earned over eight lifetimes.

This was probably how people in ancient times asked others for help, wasn’t it? It worked every time, too. That was how they always acted in television dramas—except that it had no effect whatsoever on that fellow, Xuanyuan Haotian.

—The moment she rose to her feet and decided to sing that song, she knew she would be met with his anger and indifference. Even so, she did not regret her decision.

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