Volume 1, Chapter 39: Xu Jiayao

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Xue Xin immediately shot upward, but the second chain curved around behind him and streaked straight into the sky, sealing off the space above.

The Jade Emperor was, after all, an eighteenth-rank Immortal Emperor—one realm higher than Qin Di. To say that he could not move the divine mountain even slightly would be an exaggeration.

The next moment, an alluring figure wearing a Dark Division mask appeared on a branch above them, looking down as though surveying the scene from on high.

That was precisely why Qin Di kept practicing it without pause. He intended to teach it to his disciple, Fan Yao, in the future.

The peace they now enjoyed had been bought with far too much effort and sacrifice. Yet none of them regretted being members of the Celestial Gate. They were proud to belong to it.

But in the next instant, those energies began compressing continuously, gradually losing their colors until they became a golden sphere of light.

By then, he was utterly spent. He was holding on only through the support of his formidable willpower.

E Lai’s face was filled with terror. Those several strands of his sacred power were already equivalent to the strength others would accumulate over billions of years.

Seeing Qin Di’s expression remain unchanged, without the slightest sign of strain, she watched as the smooth wooden board bent in his hands and talismans of light flashed one after another. Only after a long while did they finally speak.

“What are you doing?” Shen Chenyu glanced at Qin Yan. Seeing that he was unharmed, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In Han Xun’s view, apart from the many factors that influenced those emotions, the most crucial element was cognition.

On the other hand, he was unwilling to see Earth’s people slaughtered by extraterrestrials. But when it came to killing others himself, he would not hesitate. In fact, he could be even more ruthless than Thanos.

“Deputy Director Tang, Director Zhou would like you to come to his office for a chat.” A voice came from outside the door. Tang Yi immediately recognized it as A Qi.

“Get lost! Get lost, get lost, get lost! Do you think a cat like you is fit to eat these grapes? You ugly beast! Get down!” Zheng the Wretched scolded the grotesque Di Ting.

Zhou Mingrui was clearly in a good mood. He spoke while smoking, leisurely swinging one leg.

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The training ground was filled with the corpses of wild boars hanging from above. They looked rather frightening at first glance, but after staring for a while, they became oddly comical.

The white bone grew denser and denser in texture, resembling jade or porcelain, while an icy-blue light shone from the skull’s eyes.

The Treasure-Seeking Association’s ledger contained countless antiques. Most of them were not available on the open market, and the difficulty of locating them was self-evident. The association would certainly have to mobilize a great deal of manpower and resources to search in every possible way.

The flaws of the regeneration path were even more deadly. Once that method was strengthened, the user would become even more reckless. Just look at Deadpool’s transformation when he began slicing bullets apart with his sword. More often than not, after gaining greater strength, people relied on their immortality to do meaningless things—and might even recklessly get themselves killed.

Yanyan was dancing and shouting excitedly up ahead, screaming without a care as she watched one firework after another bloom in the sky.

Outside the door, Si Hanxiao was startled by the bang as it closed. Then, as though realizing something, a trace of amusement appeared in his eyes.

In the end, the matter even implicated officials in several regions, who launched an investigation and demanded that the public be given an explanation.

Nan Lin’an could not understand why Mu Xue had reached out to help him. After all, he had never helped her; he had even slandered her so viciously online. Someone like him was utterly unworthy of Mu Xue’s assistance.

Those words made Wang Chuan even angrier, because no one had ever dared to act so arrogantly in front of him.

Confronted with An Xin’er’s “rebirth through fire,” Bu Fan hurriedly swallowed some medicine and restored himself to peak condition.

Wu Yan had paid an even greater price this time, for he had repaid all of He Zhuang’s debts in the midst of the crisis.

Xu Tianlong’s bowl was given to Li Erniu. Wang Yanbing felt that it was not enough, so he went back and brought two more bowls.

The youth stood to the side without urging him, allowing him to regulate his breathing. A full hour passed before the young man finally opened his eyes.

Clang! Seizing the opportunity, Bu Fan knocked the puppet general’s halberd aside with a single sword strike. He then summoned the Heaven-Breaking Sword into his left hand and swept it across the puppet general’s throat. A line of blood appeared along the puppet general’s neck.

Gao Yuan, who had already reached him, gave a mysterious smile. He grabbed the water jug from the table and drained it with a series of loud gulps.

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A sound as beautiful as heavenly music flowed from Chu Xue’s lips. Vapor billowed from the pond, and the liquefied spirit-refining power once again turned gaseous, joining the refining energy being infused into Chu Xue’s body. The pond’s water level was steadily falling.

Imperial Physician Jiang returned to the palace with the Emperor and Empress Yi’an backing him. The physicians who had previously defected to Imperial Physician Liang all switched sides again, so the scheme was exposed with ease. Lady Wang’s poison had not been taken over a long period of time; she had consumed it only once. Lady Wang was demoted to the lowest rank of palace attendant and confined to Xianfu Palace.

Hearing that they were going to hold another meeting, she took the opportunity to speak with Siying for a few words. Yet the moment she arrived, the two of them did not even have time to exchange greetings.

The last time Tang Zhiyan spoke to her, she said that Father and Aunt had caused the Linglan Clan to be stripped of its title. But she never said that she herself had administered the poison. Then… did Mother know about that part of the matter as well?

Xia Haitong looked at the bouquet of flowers, thinking of Ye Chengzhi’s words: beautiful things were usually short-lived. But was there anything that could escape that fate?

The fragrance of the cigar swept away his weariness and cleared his mind. He slowly exhaled, the curling white smoke appearing somewhat gloomy in the night. His eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the doors blown open by the wind, a hunter’s sharpness concealed within his phoenix-shaped eyes.

She gave a self-mocking laugh. What use was it to know all this now? She should never have been so careless. Since Wang Defang had already decided to kill her, she would certainly send someone to follow Ye Chengzhi. The assassin facing her might not be one of Ye Chengxuan’s actors; it could very well be a genuine killer.

“You don’t naively believe that Prince Rui will marry only you, do you?” Consort Liu laughed.

Perhaps because he had been exposed, he showed none of his usual coldness before Guo Lin. He did not even dare raise his head, lest the man in the bamboo hat see the panic in his eyes.

He had tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it. If White Emperor City could not leave before Zhao Qingfeng descended the mountain, its feud with the Three Pure Ones Temple would become irreconcilable.

Zhang Zhong had even gone to the trouble of hiring a large number of bards at high prices to travel throughout the continent singing its praises and increasing its fame. He also offered VIP treatment to the first ten merchant guilds that moved in.

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