Volume One, Chapter 53: The Old Master Feigns Illness

Guo Yi was utterly confused. If they weren't still unfamiliar with each other, he would have liked to touch her forehead to see if she had a fever, or even take her pulse—what on earth was wrong with this girl? Players gathered around in increasing numbers, their voices rising in a constant clamor. Yet they merely pointed and gossiped among themselves, many faces marked by shock, fear, and envy, but still no one stepped forward to help Hot-blooded Heavenly Dragon—not even a token word or attempt at mediation.

There were servants in the Residence of Literary Grace, but they usually stayed above ground and wore fixed uniforms. The martial arts arena was underground, and it wasn’t easy to get here, even with security that appeared relaxed and simple. This was precisely Lu Lin’s advantage in the game: dual talents were extremely rare, let alone such formidable ones. With these two gifts, Lu Lin had not yet reached the realm of invincibility, but he had at least entered the ranks of the top experts.

Hearing Golden Phoenix’s words, Fire Phoenix nodded in agreement, her eyes gleaming as she fixed her gaze on Golden Phoenix’s pouch of magical treasures, eager to witness the legendary Primordial Purple Qi.

Three days later, the weather was fair and sunny—perfect for an outing. A bright yellow procession emerged from the palace, heading toward the temple on the famed mountain. Citizens lining the streets knelt in reverence, their demeanor most respectful. For within the sixteen luxurious carriages at the center was their beloved emperor.

At first, everyone was overjoyed to learn that Tongtian’s cultivation had advanced, transcending the heavenly order. They believed Tongtian’s strength now surpassed all, that even the mandates of the Dao Ancestor could be weighed and no longer suffered without recourse.

“I’m sorry, we’ve just opened today and haven’t prepared those things yet. Please have some tea first. This tea is unique to our boss—refreshes the mind and is very beneficial for your health,” one of the attendants said. She actually didn’t know if this was true, but she was certain anything the boss provided was no ordinary product.

“Got it, big brother. We’re off now.” Fatty and Mad Dragon vanished in a flash, each heading to a different city.

“Hello, Auntie,” Chen Yidao called out obediently. Despite his noble status, Chen Yidao never put on airs with those who deserved respect.

Everything had been going smoothly. When the skeletal army lost half its numbers, they had already suppressed the Chaos Duality Four Skeletons Formation. All that was needed was for disciples of the Heavenly Talisman Sect to follow up closely. Unexpectedly, a terrifying shockwave radiated out, and the formation collapsed from within, destroying the four giant skeletons along with it, the humming noise incessant.

She had often poured her heart out to her close friend Fei Zhen’e, wishing for death. Each time, it was Fei Zhen’e’s gentle persuasion that allowed her to endure the humiliation and carry on.

To avoid encountering too many people, Ling Qingcheng had Star send a letter; she planned to enter the palace at night, meet the person, and leave the next morning.

Both red foxes wore silver bells around their necks. They frequently leapt onto her, nuzzling gently, and Ling Qingcheng often ran through the manor with them.

The surroundings darkened. Li Hui’s heart leapt in alarm as he grabbed the Fortune Pearl and invoked the Wishful Dharma Body, instantly escaping the place. As for Ouyang Xun, Lady Xun, and the others, there was no time to warn them.

“Oh dear~” Lin Xinyer, caught up in her own excitement, had not noticed how Yue’er had approached. She instinctively shook her head, which seemed unusually sturdy, and no matter how Lin Xinyer tugged, her hair remained firmly caught in Yue’er’s mouth.

Characters who had not died in the storyline followed the protagonist and others to the main hall where the Thousand-armed Buddha statue stood. The undead of the human faction stayed put. At this moment, a figure appeared outside the temple, slowly approaching them.

Ever since the birth of the "Blood and Fire in Liaodong" troupe, every Ming dynasty performer of humble origin who believed themselves talented or beautiful strove to be recruited by the Huang family’s troupe.

“Attack... attack... attack...” Led by the mighty imperial dynasties of all heavens, and then presented by the ten great families, they arranged their best formations in the void, charging from beyond the sky toward the ice cap.

Staring at this scene, Xiao Bai couldn’t shake the feeling that it was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

But there are always those who learn by stealth, or outsiders! Still, no matter who it was, as your master, I need only examine the wound to know who did it—that’s why I asked you to bring the corpse back at all costs.

Cai Yong heard the commotion outside the thatched cottage and knew that the legendary Mr. Wolong had returned. He rose to his feet.

Of course, since the ghosts of the second level of the Hell Maze didn’t trouble the Sword Hero and the Daoist of Ghost Valley, those two naturally had no leisure to bother the ghosts of the second level either.

She had long forgotten the incident on the snowy mountain where she drew the imperial crystal from his body, and Mu Qingqian naturally dismissed Yun Yehuang’s words as nothing more than wind by her ear.

An oval face, arched brows, red lips, fox-like seductive eyes, skin white as snow, curves that could make even an experienced “driver” tumble off a cliff—especially those proud peaks.

One must know that the physique of the demon race far surpasses that of human cultivators of equal rank. For the newcomer to slay a Type A aquatic demon of the Taiyi Golden Immortal stage with a single blow—their attack was formidable indeed.

“You... you... you’re a cultivator too!” The fish demon was shocked; his fly-whisk was his life-bound magical weapon, yet it was sliced open by Weiyang with a single dagger.

As soon as it was released, the cave ceiling presented a new scene—the poem remained, but another sentence appeared beside it.