Volume One, Chapter 23: Feelings

Sharp sword energy, like a barrage of blades, repeatedly shot toward Dugu Ming. Startled, he tapped his toes against the ground and dodged with a series of agile movements.

Ye Wushuang listened to her quietly without saying a word. He looked up at the cloudless sky, yet in his heart, a few wisps of clouds drifted past, obscuring the sunlight.

As the door opened, the disciples of the Chongyang Palace, who had already been lying in wait to surround the courtyard, came into view.

Exposed by Song Shaohua’s words, Tang Qian did not bother to argue. Indeed, the chess game that Old Master Song had praised so highly was not played by her, but directed by Cui Yibai, who stood behind her.

She suddenly felt a pang of regret. If her parents back home found out she had already married—a fait accompli—she wondered if they would be driven to beat her to death.

Nangong Yi heard footsteps behind her, though the person had tried to tread lightly. She spun around abruptly and met a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes. The man watched her with composed ease, a smile spreading across his fair face.

After some thought, Dugu Ming finally concluded that these two magic cores were the ones Dugu Baitian had harvested from the Giant Spirit Blood Python and the Bloodthirsty Demon Ape.

The Land of Return to Ruins is the most dangerous place in the Samsara Star Territory. Even a Great Saint-level expert could fall there; there is almost no chance of survival.

"Purple Lightning Claw!" Ning Hong curled his fingers into claws. With a mere grasp of the air, several streaks of purple electricity flickered between his fingertips, bearing a striking resemblance to Ye Feng’s Primordial Rushing Thunder Palm.

"Gu Jingnan is here too? Where is he?" Tang Qian’s red lips parted slightly, and her brow furrowed.

Under the devouring force of the wind, it was momentarily shaped into a fire dragon, which was then swept into the tower with a roar.

"What is going on?" I was stunned. The afternoon’s match ended in an accident; it should have been widely reported, so why was there not a single mention of it?

Upon arriving at the Sword District, Jiang Yi examined his surroundings carefully. The result of this look was startling, and he was taken aback.

She recalled a line of poetry she had heard her tutor recite: "The grass grows, the orioles fly in the second month; the weeping willows brush the banks, intoxicated by the spring mist."

By now, she was exhausted and sleepy. As soft snores began to sound, Qin Hao adjusted her head, lay flat, and closed his eyes.

"Auntie, would you mind letting my mother get up?" Niannian asked, turning her head toward Feng Wu, looking at her with those hazy, unfocused eyes.

The ancient sages and invincible masters who forged it could never have created a treasure that relied solely on its weight to crush people.

Gong Xianxian had just begun to speak, but before she could finish, she froze upon seeing the man who had turned around.

Lin Feng finished speaking, his demonic aura surging to the heavens. A rolling wave of darkness rose up, causing the leader to tremble and his face to pale in shock.

Cining Palace, situated in the prime location of the royal palace, was built by the former king for the old dowager queen in recognition of her contributions, her gentle and courteous nature, and her success in raising her sons. Qinghuan bypassed the rockeries and water pavilions, walked past a field of peonies, and finally reached the entrance of the main hall.

Once the man in black entered, Dapeng could no longer track his movements with his divine sense. After waiting a few minutes and seeing that nothing was amiss, he stepped out from the shadows on tiptoe and quietly made his way toward the massive ancestral hall.

"The Three-Talent Spirit-Binding Net?" Gongsun Fan repeated. Recalling that the three men from the Tianyan Star had deployed a Three-Talent Formation in this very spot, it seemed highly likely that these three nets were indeed the Three-Talent Spirit-Binding Net.

No one would ever ask the foolish question of how these two halves of an apple could "fit together."

After entrusting Wei Zuan and the others to Steward Yu, Wu Sanxin hurried back to the manor by boat to report the news.

Now that Guo Zixing had died of an old illness, Zhu Yuanzhang would sooner or later seize the position of Commander-in-Chief. Using Guo Tianxu as a figurehead for now was merely a way to deceive the world. If he did not strike first, the Guo family would eventually be replaced by the Zhu family, not to mention whether there would be any place left for him, Zhang Tian.

To achieve a breakthrough before the war of sealing gods and slaying demons began was the best possible outcome. In the great war, every bit of strength was a safeguard. He had lost his wife ten thousand years ago; now, beyond seeking revenge, his priority was to ensure his son lived in peace.

On the edge of the East Sea, at a hidden port, the city guard of Donglin City brought a group of prisoners. In the past, prisoners were usually executed directly, but now, for some unknown reason, they were all taken out to sea, and when the guards returned, the prisoners were nowhere to be found. Many speculated that they had been thrown into the sea.

"Back then, I encountered a bottleneck just like yours, not knowing how to continue my cultivation. That was when I went to ask the seniors of my family for guidance." At this point, Nie Shao listened with rapt attention, fearing he might miss even half a word.

Lian Zhi spoke with nonchalance, but to Gongsun Fan, it was utterly shocking. Setting aside Lian Zhi’s discerning eye, the mere fact that he could craft a high-grade magical treasure sword in just one day proved that Lian Zhi was indeed the premier weapon-smith of the cultivation world.

"Do not try to confuse me with unfalsifiability; I’m not buying it. Deny it for me!" The rule of negation was activated, yet nothing happened.

In any case, whenever he passed by the execution grounds, Zhou Quan could not help but tremble. He could hardly imagine how much pain the victims had endured before they died.

The situation around him was truly dire, but he had to endure whatever the landlord said.

"However, if Gensokyo were truly destroyed, if such a severe disaster were to occur," Ye Bufou said.

"A happy event? Liu Biao of Jingzhou has made a lot of money from us over the years, and now he seems to be turning around to squeeze us; that doesn’t feel very good." Liu He stroked his chin. Should he contact Zhang Song and Fa Zheng, or perhaps people like Cai Mao?

The scene before him made him gasp. Those terrifying aboriginal warriors, covered in tattoos, were preparing to charge again—there were thousands of them.

It crossed over a thousand meters in the air before smashing heavily into the ground, carving a deep trench tens of meters long.

With a loud boom, the ground beneath the young man in casual clothes collapsed, and he sank into the sea along with his protective sphere of whisks.