Volume One, Chapter 27: Who Exactly Wants to Harm Their Family?!

Lei Guang was preoccupied with fending off the relentless wind blades, dodging them again and again, yet they seemed endless—whenever he evaded one, another would immediately streak toward him; after dodging two, three or four more would follow, leaving him utterly exhausted and harried.

Barely had he neutralized the threat of several talismans when the outer disciple of the Righteous Qi Sect flicked his wrist and sent another volley of glowing runes flying through the air. "Damn it!" The elder from the Hehuan Sect glared furiously, his sword tracing flowers in the air as he shattered every last one of the incoming talismans.

After more than a month, the Black-Patterned Warship finally approached the territory of the Clear Pill Sect; in another day or two, they would arrive.

Lu Feifei had naturally seen Li Que glance at that detestable scoundrel, but she didn't dare say much, only briefly explaining the situation to Li Que.

Maitreya, possessing the cultivation of a Great Golden Immortal, began to chant faint Buddhist melodies, each note laced with a subtle allure. If it weren’t for the innate Five Elements Divine Light sweeping through, the citizens in the city would have likely regarded Maitreya’s words as pure truth.

Tian Xuanzi, seeing his response, continued, “When the time comes, just tell the shopkeeper you’re delivering jade. That’s how you’ll find me.” With that, he paid Bai Yue no further heed and walked away.

The commotion also woke Li Que, who was only lightly asleep—after all, in this remote wilderness, it was hard for him to rest with true peace of mind.

He couldn't understand why his words were met with such mockery. Wasn't he actually saying the opposite of what he meant?

"Xiangliu speaks truly—if even the ancient demon race felt no fear, how could we possibly dread it now?" Wind Lord said, his expression fervent.

Strangest of all, the crows in the forest flew about madly, often crashing into trees with dull thuds. In the mist, faint phantoms and shadowy figures flickered in and out of existence. The moment Yang Yi entered the woods, he lost all sense of direction; finding the ruined castle was utterly impossible.

A brief moment of contemplation was enough to block Chen Feng’s retreat. He barely managed to turn toward the door but found himself rooted to the spot. In no time, a layer of pure white ice crystals encased his body. The ice was so hard that, no matter how violently he struggled, he could not move at all.

With a casual kick, Tang Ze snapped the massive tree trunk blocking his path. Covered in blood and grime, his left arm encased in deep green armor still smoldering, he emerged from the black mist.

Having decided, Ling Zhoutian turned and looked at Ren Tianfan, who was still asleep, and felt a wave of discontent.

It was as if a sandcastle had been caught in a gale—within moments, it was utterly swept away.

“All right, enough! Both of you, calm down.” Letitia hurried to intervene, while Yao looked on indifferently, and White Yaksha clutched his belly, roaring with laughter.

That very smile had captured You Zishi’s heart upon their first meeting, leaving her deeply moved. It was a smile as radiant as an angel’s.

But after only a few meters, the twisted, lengthened deep green armor yanked him back. It belonged to a dark-gold leopard beastman, its face twisted in terror, its aura marking it as level seventeen or eighteen.

The Gravekeeper, who had failed to defeat the evil spirit fusion with his own Core Formation cultivation, could not believe Yan San would fare any better.

Creatures of the Second Domain were those wild horses that could survive in the void of space, or the so-called Schapek birds.

“The last two times, did you drug both jars of wine?” Song Zheng stared at Shi Cunbao and asked.

“No need!” Hua Nongyue immediately stopped Uncle Yang, not wishing to pursue a fruitless matter. “Perhaps he’s already forgotten us long ago. Or maybe he’s doing well now—let’s not disturb him anymore. He’ll always live on in my heart.”

A few wisps of white cloud floated in the sky, with one thin veil dimming the moon, rendering the world even more misty. Song Zheng walked quietly, his footsteps all but inaudible.

In front of Yuan Qiuhua, Shi Yuxiu wept uncontrollably. “I’m only twenty-three—why is my life so much harder than others? I’m not just physically exhausted, but mentally weary too.”

“Damn it, damn it! What’s wrong with Yan Xishan? I ordered him to attack the People’s Party and now he sends a telegram like this? He must be tired of living!” Chiang the Bald exploded in fury.

Twisting and turning through the labyrinthine, trap-laden tunnel for the time it takes to burn an incense stick, they finally emerged at last. Both their tightly clasped hands were slick with cold sweat.

“I have a blood feud with the Remnant Sect. They destroyed everything I worked for. I want to join your organization—you’ve just started a new assassin guild, right? I can help train them. But you have to help me take down the Remnant Sect!” Yu Juan’s eyes gleamed as she spoke.

“Do you have any ideas, big brother?” Elder Nan was the most anxious of all. He’d delved deepest into poisons; if he died to snake venom, his lifetime reputation would be ruined.

“Of course. Blue Rain has been on Xuanming Island for three months now, and you’re the one who brought him back,” Mo Xiang replied, her voice as delicate as falling snow.

After arriving in Yanjing, Liu Hao checked into a hotel and then called Murong Qingqing.

To outsiders, they were bywords for mystery, strangeness, and power, but only they themselves knew that their lives were far less glamorous than they appeared.