Volume 1 Chapter 22: The Pursuit!

Jiang Buyue had no interest in paying attention to Zhang Xiaowei, whose mouth was as foul as if it were situated on her anus. He lowered his head, focusing intently on his history textbook, "World Chronicles." To the average person in this world, "World Chronicles" might be a mundane history book, but for Jiang Buyue, a transmigrator, it was nothing short of an epic, blood-pumping novel. The heart-stopping battles, the warriors who heroically faced death, and the legendary human hero Mao Jianxin, who defended a city single-handedly before meeting his end—each scene within the pages made Jiang Buyue’s blood boil with excitement. Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaowei continued to spew nonsense nearby. "Zhang Xiaowei, can you stop bothering us while we study?" the fatty urged. Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaowei felt... "In any case, they don't need to hold out for long; they just need to stall for a little while," Zhang Niujiao thought to himself. "Ha! It's you!" Ah San naturally didn't bother with courtesies; he kicked the knife out of Lei Yuanzheng's hand and pinned him to the ground. Seeing this, Guan Xiaojun pondered for a moment, returned to the dormitory, fetched his mess tin, washed it and his chopsticks, and then walked to the end of the line. Old Jiang was stunned. "Could it be—" He had been so blinded by a glimmer of hope that he hadn't thought it through, yet the truth was not hard to guess. Because his background was extremely secretive, he had entered the pugilistic world for a terrifying purpose. What was required was not merely the will to survive, but the strength of character belonging to those who possess the courage to face death in the pursuit of their goals. Lin Di took the tea poured by Yan Xuan. He was quite satisfied with the current situation, though he understood that one must not become complacent just because of success. Zhang Liang and Shi Zhixuan shifted their positions constantly, turning into two blurs; among the onlookers, only those with sufficient cultivation could perceive the process of their duel. There were some matters they might prefer to ignore, but should those issues fall into their hands, they would be more than enough to cause serious trouble. He dialed her number, only to have her hang up immediately. That foolish girl must think I am a mercenary person.

Lin Zhixuan glanced at Dongmei. If the Empress Dowager truly intended to harm her at this moment, it would make no difference whether Dongmei was present or not. Old Mrs. Chai pressed her palms together, ignoring him. She had spoken a wagon-load of words; was this really the point? Since it had come to this, Lin Zhixuan could not refuse. She thanked Lady Bai, exchanged a few more polite remarks, and then had Qiu Ju see her out. Stepping back into the Nether Sea, both felt a sense of melancholy. The past was vivid in their minds, yet unknowingly, these things had all become history. In a short span, the number of illusions of the Demonic Man on the field had increased to thirty-two. Lin Nianzhen knew that continuing was meaningless and began to consider retreating. The "Ning Shiba" and "Shibalang" they mentioned undoubtedly referred to Rong Chenning. Judging by their tone, they were quite close and harmonious, though it was unclear what their exact relationship was. "Why go through so much trouble? Just spend the money to hire a dim sum chef from Guangdong to make it," Zhong Ge said, cutting straight to what he considered the main point. She glanced sideways at the spirit tablet tossed in the carriage, a faint, disdainful smile on her lips, yet she still picked it up and held it to her chest. The soundproofing here was terrible, and the old lady likely did not know. Mrs. Zhou held her breath, staring at the colorful silk threads in the basket, which seemed like a blurry, white expanse, and could only sit still. Lu Zhao was accused of unfilial behavior by his elder brother, Lu Changti; Ji Ye spoke up for his close friend but was condemned by the entire court. Without professional knowledge of how to sever tendons, this was the best that could be done; as long as the intent was conveyed, it sufficed. The two mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators of the Southern Saint Sect, fearing they would lose their trail, rushed to the forest's edge to peer out. The leadership of the Fengchi Sect had changed, and the casual cultivators in Fengqiao Town were unaware of the underlying reasons. But Ye Ling had anticipated this the moment he sent off Song Qiong; it was only a matter of time. The true Sect Master of Fengchi, Lin Danqiu, had likely already seized a body and begun recultivating within the Nether Moon Immortal Gate. Suddenly, a sea-blue light shone from between Ye Feng's eyes, striking the black arm that had already smashed down before him. Time seemed to freeze, and the black arm stopped right in front of Ye Feng's eyes. In comparison, Lu Zifeng appeared much more battered. In this clash, Lu Zifeng's spiritual power cultivation had not played a major role; the greatest credit went to his spiritual energy cultivation as a Great Accomplishment Immortal Talisman Master. To have fought to such a degree with that level of cultivation, Lu Zifeng had every right to be proud. The appearance of this underground palace was actually an accident; a localized tremor in the Blue Forest had caused it to surface, where it was discovered by a fighter.

"Green Spirit Orb!" clicking on the skill icon, Lin Tuo cast the Ood Wood Green Seal skill on himself. "Whoever dares to touch our marigolds will have their hands chopped off!" Hong Tang cried out sharply. Her beautiful eyes, however, drifted toward the northern horizon. Seeing no more flying swords passing by, she felt relieved and flashed a charming smile, her playful gaze fixed on these two prey. Ye Feng did not hesitate; he dragged Chang Le and Zhou Yan from the neighboring room, then woke up Chu Yu and Chang Yue. Without a word of explanation, he hurried the four of them toward the south of the camp. "I know, Father must have his own hidden troubles." She looked at Ye Huaian before her with a smile. Although he had only just entered middle age, his hair was already more than half gray, and she could not bear to make him continue. Although his relationship with the Vermillion Bird was no longer what it once was, one could not deny that she was someone who could be absolutely trusted. He Zhiping's explanation was within Wang Yongxin's expectations; he hadn't expected to extract much more, just asking casually to gauge the other party's attitude. "Town Mayor, I need to report something. It won't take much of your time—two minutes is enough," Chu Tianqi finally couldn't hold back and said impolitely. Jiang Xia had been silent for a long, long time, and even Feinia had not logged on for ages; they couldn't reach Jiang Xia, and they were shocked by this sudden reflection. Jiang Xia's film reputation was decent, but he also valued the power of publicity and dared not be too relaxed. The old man looked up at me and muttered, "Don't you know you can't go to the backyard? The hot water isn't ready yet; we'll call you when it's done!" Then he turned and walked slowly to the bar. "The environment here isn't good; I can't entertain someone of your noble status." The man didn't slow his pace at all. Not to mention Qian Jiang from earlier, especially now with Pang Feng; he had been worried just a moment ago that the mentor wouldn't turn his chair. Hearing this, a wicked smile curled the corners of Jiang Xia's mouth. A hum escaped his throat, and he tilted his head back, staring at the concrete ceiling above, before spitting out a few words. Holding the simple pestle low, looking at the deep hole, Nangong Aotian's eyes flashed with a holy light. Although the creature bred in this low pulse was stronger than a mortal, its soul was too weak. The sword hadn't even met any resistance before it extinguished the python's primordial spirit, leaving only the intact physical body.