Volume One, Chapter 29: The Irresponsible Master

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Zhou Chengsheng rubbed the jade thumb ring on her finger and sighed inwardly. She truly needed a good rest. At worst, they could wait one night; in any case, the man was not going anywhere.

Even if he did not dare to make a real move, brushing against me “accidentally” while turning over would be hard to avoid, wouldn’t it?

This was the Taiyi Golden Vessel, the supreme treasure of the Taiyi Sect. After being refined and consecrated by two generations of sect masters, Chen Xuanji and Lu Chen, it had already reached the level of an immortal artifact.

After taking one last look at this branch of the Spirit Hall, he changed his identity and silently walked inside.

The Netherworld Plant was the first thing. Hugo had already witnessed its abilities during their previous clash.

“Stop arguing. Will arguing solve anything?” The moment the old man surnamed Wang spoke, everyone seemed to find their backbone, and all eyes turned toward him in unison.

She stared expressionlessly at the giant screen. When she heard Xu Shengnan reveal the scorpion’s distinguishing features, the viciousness in her eyes burst forth unchecked.

The heat within her began to surge back. Her body was cold, yet her insides burned. She wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, only the faintest whimper escaped.

The colorless, odorless air exhaled from Natsuki Sasa’s lips became sweet, cloying, and warm. Natsuki Tokanatsu was still wondering why she could not smell the evening meal. Sure enough, Natsuki Sasa must have washed before coming over.

Bai Xi walked step by step up the mountain. On the night after the rain, the air was filled with the scent of fresh grass, invigorating and clearing the mind.

Lin Youran had no desire to wade into this muddy water, but when she recalled Lin Chengyue’s sorrow and remembered Lin Ye and Shen Ruo’s behavior that day, her nature would not allow her to let it pass. No matter what, she had to teach them a lesson.

“Are there simply too many enemies after you? Did they come to kill you?” Yulan’s expression was cool and aloof, but inwardly she was deeply worried.

He was like a vicious jungle assassin. Before launching each strike, he would lower his body slightly, then suddenly exert himself and attack with astonishing speed.

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The servants bustling outside had no idea that their master had already risen. Yang Yin was now holding the memorial he had written the night before, reading through it once more. From time to time, after pondering for a moment, he would revise it again.

After following Yang Wuxi westward, the two brothers joined forces with Shi Haiguang’s troops and defeated the two hundred thousand Persian soldiers who had entered Transoxiana, as well as the allied army formed from the final forces of the various kingdoms there. Still unsatisfied, they boldly suggested that Shi Haiguang lead them in retaliating against the Persian Empire.

On the way here, the Emperor had already told them that they had to raise their star rank to at least three stars within a month and increase their Hidden Dragon score beyond three hundred points. Otherwise, they would be eliminated.

An elderly man with graying hair sat at the roadside stall. It was none other than Steward Chai, who had once been expelled from the Hall of Myriad Stars on Dragonheart Island because of Jiang Tian. Jiang Tian called out with a smile.

He had not completely denied Feng Chen’s potential. After all, Feng Chen was currently at a critical threshold and might well break through it, accomplishing even greater things. The question of whether he could cross that threshold, however, was something Feng Chen had never considered—and something the Emperor Dingjun cared about deeply.

He did not know why he had done it. Even given their relationship as master and disciple, such behavior was hardly necessary. Yet he had acted that way almost involuntarily.

Just as he was about to explain, he saw that she had already cleaned everything up. Without even turning her head, she walked away. He wanted to call her back and tell her that he had not meant it that way, but when the words reached his lips, he fell silent and simply watched her disappear into the distance.

A former classmate’s relationship did not fall within the grounds for recusal stipulated by the Civil Procedure Law. Moreover, he had never even met Fu Lichen before this.

Ignoring the heated gaze from the side, Mr. Yue lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the folding fan in his hand, sinking into thought for a moment.

Xia Xi swallowed her explanation and said only, “I’m really fine, Qianqian. You don’t need to worry.”

Xiaomi, in a situation like this, wasn’t she supposed to see that I had lost my memory and take the opportunity to stop asking questions?

It was undeniable that Li Yu felt a strong liking for this straightforward girl. In particular, her frequent laughter, crisp and ringing like a barbell, left him both exasperated and delighted. Emotions really were contagious.

He froze for a moment and looked up at the sky. The red sun hung overhead, breathing out warm radiance. Its light fell upon him with a pleasant heat, and after a while, sweat began to form. As the scalding drops rolled down, he stared into the distance, momentarily lost in thought.

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During the meal, the two of them were almost too busy to pay him any attention. After casually serving him a few bites of food, they said little else to him.

He watched the white cat lazily basking on the roof and followed the direction in which it suddenly opened its eyes and stared intently.

The half-grown white cat nestled in his arms twitched the alert hairs at the tips of its ears. Its eyes, hidden beneath snowy fur, did not open at all. It slept soundly, as though declaring that no matter which way the wind blew, it would not wake—would not wake—would not wake.

When she saw the bowl of black, murky medicinal broth, Yi Mengmeng’s face began to twitch involuntarily. She drew a deep breath and felt that even the air entering her lungs carried a bitter taste.

Although Li Zhuang and his disciple were currently inside the formation, the ghosts dared not act recklessly. Yet after hearing the lament of the Short-Legged Ghost, they cast aside their own worries and put on an appearance of being ready to perish together with him before Li Zhuang.

With a low roar, the demonic sound spread outward. Zhao Yun’s forces were thrown into turmoil, and countless people were trampled to death.

While the Pilgrim Hui’an was still marveling, Juanlian had already arrived before him. As he spoke, he raised his three-pronged ghost-fang spade high overhead, his killing intent overflowing like that of a fiend from the underworld.

The blossoms were white as snow, each petal crystalline, like spirits that had secretly slipped down from the highest heavens and now danced gracefully upon the night wind.

Zhang Wudi and the others belonged to this generation’s Four Gentlemen. As for selecting the Four Gentlemen of the next generation, several more months would have to pass.

Strangely enough, after tasting the cooking of so many top chefs, Luo Jia’s favorite dishes were still the ordinary home cooking made by her mother.

When he finished speaking, Golden Cicada turned toward the east. Under the reflection of the sunlight, two black silhouettes edged in gold were riding the clouds and mist, speeding toward him.

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