Volume One, Chapter 65: He hadn't seen the master this happy in a long time.

The two of them chatted about other matters for a while. The elder woman moved her lips several times, wanting to say something, but each time the words caught in her throat. Qin Yue reached out and made a swift gesture, instantly peeling away a thin layer, revealing two unfamiliar faces—there was not a trace left of Old Ma and Old Bantou’s nephew.

Although Yan Yuan kept saying “I wouldn’t dare,” a conclusion had already taken root in his heart. His storming into the palace had all stemmed from suspicion, and now every detail fit together perfectly; the aunt and niece were the prime suspects.

The swirling dust had yet to settle when it was violently torn apart, and a relentless hail of bullets poured down, forcing the divine puppet in the sky to dodge left and right in desperation.

“Yes!” Yang Jian responded, suppressing his inner joy as he went off to find clothes for Liang Xin.

Even Zeng Qiuping, who was abroad, had heard about Yin Xian and Liu Jiaqi being together, and had specially called Leng Mo to mention it.

“I was afraid he’d notice… Damn it, you long-eared fool, let go!” Keith jabbed his elbow backward, and the elf who was clutching his waist yelped in pain, clutching his ribs as he stumbled away.

The couple walked arm in arm toward their room. In the darkness, their silhouettes seemed lonelier and more desolate than ever, as if they had aged in an instant.

Chenzhu was the most intelligent and sharp-eyed expert in the Reset Squad. So, as Chenzhu’s son, Ning Caichen had to wield his willow-leaf blade to avenge his grandmother and bring honor to “Chenzhu.”

If all the grain were hidden in underground tunnels, with men ambushed at every exit and the bear village houses above ground as cover, plus the terrain being flat for ten miles in every direction—any stir in the grass would not escape the patrols’ notice.

Miss Ye continued dealing the cards. Lin Feng had a pair of fives, Miss Ye a pair of aces; unsurprisingly, another million was lost.

He himself had never gone to thank Ye Taoling, yet Luo Shilan had thought of it and thanked Ye Taoling on Bai Shu’s behalf.

In the painting, the Blood Phoenix cried out again and again, shaking its wings. A beam of red light slowly emerged from the ancient scroll and flew straight toward the fox spirit who was strangling Feng Qi. The phoenix’s claws, sharp as blades, struck suddenly at the thousand-year-old snow fox spirit who was absorbing Feng Qi’s life force.

Huijue crouched down, placing his own hand on Yufeng’s wrist, silently checking her pulse. The phone in Chen Xuanming’s pocket suddenly rang, its chime breaking the stillness.

The Evil Soul was even colder, letting out a disdainful snort as he unleashed the full might of his Heavenly Rank. A storm surged outward from him in all directions, forcing Lin Yu back ten thousand feet, yet she still maintained her sword stance.

Lin Yu entered the forging chamber awkwardly. The moment she closed the door, all fell silent, as if she were completely cut off from the world outside.

“What’s so amusing about someone like you?” Lin Yu said calmly, her tone free of mockery, as though stating a simple fact. Yet sometimes, her serenity and confidence were more infuriating than outright scorn.

As a member of the Yuan Sect, he had some insight; besides, anyone could guess it—Zhang Qiyue had achieved the peak of Spiritual Qi, and unless Yi Yang possessed real strength, he could never have defeated him.

“No. If we give you the Soul Crystal first, and you go back on your word after taking it, we would be powerless,” Xu Changde said.

“For today’s duel of life and death, I think I’ll be the one to make the judgment,” Emperor Xiao Yun said, no longer confronting Yi Yang head-on.

Ye Han’s jaw dropped open, and it took him a long moment to come to his senses. He couldn’t believe that something like this had happened to him twice in a row.

“I heard it, you know. In fact, I heard it as soon as you turned into the alley—do you believe me?” Zhang Xinsheng said mysteriously.

Within the Yanmen Pass, there were only a little over a hundred thousand soldiers, and of those, more than forty thousand were raw recruits, hardly of any use. If the defensive line was breached and the gates thrown open, once the enemy poured in, the fall of Wind City would be sealed.

“Uncle Master, Master said we should take this token and go to this place. He’ll come find us,” Qian’er said, her eyes still shimmering with tears.

Such a grand lingerie boutique should have been bustling with customers, but whether inside or out, it was eerily quiet, leaving one completely puzzled.

When the stone wall broke open, it was as though another world had been revealed. Suddenly, a vast valley appeared ahead, shrouded in mist. Even the sword spirit masters couldn’t see what lay in the distance.

“So you’re saying this was all a show you and Zhou Jiegun put on together?” Guo Si asked, frowning.

“Heh, they say the Bodhi beads of the Shao Kingdom are relics left by two great immortals. Their condition is that we eliminate those people,” the old man said, pointing to Ouyang Jingsong and the others.

“That’s right, Xinsheng, don’t take it lightly. Principal Luo, don’t worry, no matter what, I won’t agree to a duel to the death tomorrow. That’s absurd—no one could bear the responsibility if someone died! This Japanese fellow is simply out of line!” Li Chengpeng, in a foul mood, raised his cup and drained it without urging Zhang Xinsheng to drink.

“We need to get used to the laws of this world first. Once I’ve fully recovered, we’ll leave this place and head into the wilderness,” Ye Han said.