Volume One, Chapter 52: Master Yuan Gravely Ill
He placed the kitchen knife on the chopping board, washed his hands thoroughly, and hurried to the door to receive the telegram. The moment he read its contents, his expression turned icy, as if a cold wind had swept over him.
By a cruel twist of fate, when Yoshihide Tanayama fell, his forehead struck a sharp stone embedded in the floor.
As the conversation reached this point, Zhang Meng suddenly grew anxious. Previously, he and Ye Tiancheng had indeed harbored some estrangement between them.
The family’s most vital spiritual herb garden was, of course, located on their ancestral spiritual mountain. However, the target of Zhao Shou Shou and his companions was a newly cultivated herb garden of the Gu clan, less than a century old.
The incident had caused quite a stir at the time. Li Lianjie knew that Chen Ping hailed from the mainland as an actor and was genuinely willing to lend him a helping hand.
A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator could serve as the anchor for a second-rate sect, yet in the grand scheme of the cultivation world, such power was woefully insufficient.
Still, although Ren Woxing was eager to reclaim leadership of the Divine Sect, he understood that Dongfang Bubai’s martial prowess had changed dramatically.
To this day, Qingming had not encountered any other cultivators—only himself.
In the end, Shen Du found a chair beside the raffle pool, waiting for those who had spent five hundred, six hundred credits to come and draw their prizes.
Yet she felt neither out of place nor awkward; on the contrary, speaking with Ye Tiancheng in this manner seemed perfectly natural.
The artifact he had refined was called the Imperial Seal. According to the secret technique he had obtained, if he succeeded in forging this Imperial Seal, he could use it to channel the geomantic veins of the entire Taiyu region toward his own nation, gradually forming a genuine dragon vein.
“The boss is always the boss! Even after being missing for so long, he’s still as strong, as domineering, as monstrous as ever!” Fang Zheng, witnessing Lian Xiang defeat Ding Lie with a single move, regained much of his confidence in Lian Xiang.
Li Hong frowned immediately upon seeing the coded words. When he connected to the communicator, a distinguished middle-aged man was projected from it, his bearing regal, his brows exuding authority. Yet upon seeing Li Hong, his demeanor became exceedingly polite.
Ye Feng’s expression was cold. To bully Ye Wuyi was intolerable; never mind the insult to him—this alone was reason enough not to let the matter go.
Two years ago, the great catastrophe erupted. Many lost their homes, their loved ones, endured suffering and grief, were bullied and trampled upon—a time of utter helplessness and misery.
The esteemed director had lingered at the Decision Sect for a very long time. This visit was to seek a way to break through from Decision Sect to Decision Sovereign, for here lay the legacy of the Decision God.
Lian Xiang approached the secret chamber, already knowing the password by heart. He pushed the door open, kicked Nalan Changkong out with a single blow, then hurried forward to untie the ropes binding Li Mu’er.
At this moment, a pair of crimson-black wings of demonic extinction suddenly appeared on A Liang’s back. As soon as the wings emerged, Hong Sha and Er Bao were momentarily terrified, but quickly regained their composure. They sensed these were not the wings formed by the transformation of a Decision Saint, yet they had no idea what kind of wings they were.
“I’m… better… now!” Her voice still came in broken fragments, but this time it was distinctly more melodious.
The lonely master, seeking only defeat, continued to challenge others amidst the players’ doubts. After every few battles, he would rise a level.
The crowd divided into three groups: Xiao Guo with the Red Army, Fei Shinan, Dong Dahai, Ma Xiao, and Liu Sancai formed one group; Wang Lianhua and Hua Sanshao another; naturally, Luo Yun followed his elder brother with peach blossom eyes; Ma Dadao and the remaining disciples of Tianfu comprised the third.