Volume One, Chapter 32: Su Lingfeng, You’re Crazy!

Lin Feng and his companions noticed these things as soon as they arrived, yet they did not ascend to the Heavenly Gate immediately. Instead, they spent ten years wandering the mortal realm. The result was that Wang Ying gained clarity, Lin Feng became lost in contemplation, and Song Jiaren was left seething with frustration.

The Jiangnan region of China consists of two provinces and one municipality: Zhejiang Province, Jiangsu Province, and Mingzhu City. The city where Wang Yue and the others currently reside is Jiangnan City, the provincial capital of Zhejiang, while Jinling is the capital of Jiangsu.

Simultaneously, the sword tip thrust forward, striking exactly at the point of the red jade hairpin. Like a needle meeting a whetstone, their contact erupted with a thunderous roar, emitting sparks and a boom even louder than the explosion of the two thunder-pearls.

When silence finally returned to the scene, the figures of Gu Lie and Zhan Hong had vanished; no one knew what their current state might be.

At this moment, Bulong had no desire to strike at Gu Lie. Instead, he shouted to Wushuang and Nianfeng, who stood nearby. In his eyes, these two possessed formidable strength, such that even he could not easily overcome them.

"Yuer, do not be afraid! I will certainly save you! Rest assured, with me here, nothing will go wrong!" Ye Tian comforted her.

The Great Elder watched Gu Lie’s face. The aura radiating from the young man was enough to startle even him. As he observed the youth, his mind raced, and he realized the harsh words he had spoken earlier were nothing more than empty threats.

Master Qingxin finished these actions with effortless grace and remained standing atop the flagpole. With a compassionate expression and a solemn countenance, she appeared like a Bodhisattva descended to earth, moving everyone present to prostrate themselves in worship.

Feng Qianchen spoke indifferently and retracted the "Grim Reaper" into his system space. He would need to find Master Kong for repairs later; otherwise, the divinity left behind by his clash with the Poseidon Trident would corrode the weapon.

Suddenly, the lights across the way flickered off twice, with a longer interval between the second blink. She immediately realized that Zhang Xiaoru had arrived and was signaling her personally.

"What!? Someone was killed!" The elderly man surnamed Wang widened his eyes in terror, collapsing against the side of the carriage, unable to steady himself.

"Finally here..." Feng Qianchen said happily as he gazed at the Shrek Academy City before him. After walking for days, he had finally reached the academy. What he had seen in comics and anime was merely virtual, but this was a vast, sprawling city—far more magnificent than anything depicted in the illustrations.

Of course, that was not entirely true. If he utilized the power of the six entities within the Fire-Wood Cloud Sword, he would certainly have a fighting chance.

***

From that point on, few dared to teleport to the territory of the Snake-Soul human race on Soul-Severing Island to seize the Soul-Suppressing Bell. Even if someone occasionally tried, they would spare no effort to cross the entire desert to go elsewhere.

Among everyone, Li Qingyang performed the best—composed, calm, and unfazed. He seemed well-suited for clandestine work, yet Zhang Xiaoru could not shake an uneasy feeling about him.

Feng Qianchen let out a low shout, guiding the blood within his body to serve as the core of the formation, making him its sole controller.

The Dragon Clan was the same, the Phoenix Clan was the same, the Demon Gods of the Demon Realm were the same, and now, the Senior Ice Spirit mentioned by Zhao Xitong was no different.

Since the matter had already spilled overseas, Chu Tong estimated that a full-scale outbreak was not far off.

Upon hearing Wu Di’s words, Brother Hei roared in fury, grabbed a wine bottle from the table, and hurled it at him.

In the corner of the room, exquisite trays, bowls, dishes, knives, forks, and wine glasses were arranged on a long, tablecloth-covered table. The trays were covered with silver lids, presenting a neat and elegant appearance, clearly set up for a buffet.

Because it snowed frequently in winter, palace attendants cleared the snow every day to create paths, ensuring the masters would not slip.

After another quarter-hour of high-speed flight, Duan Hong and the others finally caught up to within a hundred meters behind Jiang Xingyang.

For the first two days, the Huang family had not taken the Jiang family seriously. As a clan famous for wine in the prefecture, they had not expected the Jiang family to make such a name for themselves in just two days.

"Bell! It’s me!" Mo Da stepped forward, wanting to explain, but suddenly found he did not know how to clarify his own identity.

Her view on love was such that she would not give her heart easily, but once she fell in love, she remained single-minded and unwavering.

On the carriage, a sturdy soldier clad in silver armor sat upright, remaining deaf to the chatter of the crowd around him.

***

She felt that Chu Nian could not have gone to such great lengths and caused such a stir over a mere photograph just to sow discord between her and Huangfu Ye. There had to be a more significant reason; otherwise, such a tactic would be far too low-level.

Just as he was about to pass by the cliff, his gaze suddenly flickered toward a cave hidden by vines at the base of the precipice.

"Greetings, Commander." Zheng Yanming was quick-witted; seeing Shang Luoyan enter the room, he guessed the man's status and hurriedly rose to bow.

Although Xiao Yao did not need Lou Shen’s gratitude, the fact that Lou Shen spoke those words showed he was a man of loyalty and righteousness.

This time, the shattered porcelain was the most expensive piece in the entire room—a treasure worth 30 million. This was truly a monumental disaster.

"Great God, please tell me what I must do to assist you; I am at your command!" the King of Persia said respectfully.

Following the direction of the Vine Monkey’s gaze, Wang Dalong was surprised to find something wriggling within the sand. This was likely the reason the monkey had summoned them.

Although her mother had seen much of the world over the years, she was still stunned by everything she saw here.

With the blood-red character etched onto his forehead, Fang Shiyu felt the surging blood energy within him calm down, but the external pressure of the formation grew stronger. Finally, with a "pop," as if piercing through a paper window, the tiger’s mouth of his right palm split open, and a fountain of blood surged forth.