Volume 1, Chapter 23: Fallen Outside Cuilan Pavilion

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A profound sadness lingered in Liuyuan’s eyes, yet she finally nodded. Upon reaching the center of the main hall, she motioned for everyone to stand at ease before resuming the ceremonial bows.

However, Chen Mo confronted an unbearable truth: all his attacks were futile, like scratching an itch through boots—completely ineffective. Helplessly, he watched as heavenly thunder descended upon him.

At that moment, they surged forward like vengeful spirits, emitting fierce soul-waves as they attacked.

“Old master, your health isn’t good. You shouldn’t come out so often; catching a chill would be disastrous!” Ye Hongchen advised earnestly.

Excited and incredulous voices rang out from a dozen people; some wept with emotion, others shouted hoarsely.

“It’s fine. This time, the two of us stand together. If anything happens, we can handle it. Besides, I’m not afraid—why should you be? Don’t you still want to save Yue?” Ye Limo’s tone suddenly turned serious.

The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to converge ceaselessly around Ye Xiu, forming a faint vortex overhead. The Second Elder and Tie Hu, who had been fighting, immediately ceased their struggle; Tie Hu’s face was filled with shock, while the Second Elder looked at Ye Xiu with deep contemplation.

Moreover, this technique was unique to Ye Guochen. None of the others—not even Tuoba Shang—possessed such a method.

The Soul-Extinguishing Flame erupted, terrifying demonic energy rising to form a colossal devouring beast in the void, as if capable of swallowing the primordial chaos of eternity.

The entire street fell deathly silent, as if time itself had stopped. All eyes fixed upon the two figures.

He had always known that Ling Du Xuan Zun was a man of integrity and wisdom. Once he let go of certain matters, his heart would open wider than ever before.

Yet, you went back on your oath. You didn’t return; instead, you found a job in your city and sent me just one email a week.

Wei Meng bit down on the celestial measuring stick, clasped his hands at his waist, and formed an energy sphere between them. Without hesitation, he thrust the sphere toward Yi Shui Han.

Li Manni pouted, dissatisfied with Mo Yichen’s behavior, yet made no further moves and simply took the seat beside him.

After the county magistrate finished speaking and left, Zhong Li Jin felt a pang of guilt toward Bai Li Yi as he watched him.

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From here, the tender yellows mingled with deep greens, and when the wind blew, it carried the unmistakable breath of autumn.

Normally, he would have been furious, angry, and scolding loudly, but now he stood there unmoved.

“Splash!” Both fell into the water. Neither could swim. Xu Wanyi hadn’t expected that after sparing Liu Ruyan, she would perish alongside her. Unwilling to accept this fate, Xu Wanyi shouted loudly, hoping someone would hear.

The old shaman’s voice was deep and resonant, weathered by life’s hardships, imbued with a sense of transcending worldly matters.

Manager Yue trembled all over, suddenly choking on his saliva. The sound of his Adam’s apple swallowing echoed.

“Get up! That’s my seat!” Nangong Nayue was furious, her slender brows tightly furrowed, almost ready to strike.

What they didn’t know was that their greed and lechery had forced them to experience something far worse than death.

Seeing that Liang Shan had already noticed, Ge Dongxu stopped hiding and took the opportunity to voice his displeasure.

Yan Xi leapt over a stall, slipped through a shop, and after a long interlude of sweat and heavy breaths, ran into a bustling market filled with the chatter of relatives and neighbors.

These two families had planned to fly back to the capital early but were delayed by a flight delay, arriving late.

“All right.” Chen Shen nodded, then, as if fearing Long Yiyao would ask more questions, grabbed Gu Yan and stepped aside.

Ji Ziqi smiled in return: “Thanks to Madam Xiao San for the advice. We ordered these clothes for other uses! If the effect is good, we might procure the same way again.”

The mighty fallen angels and their followers, led by Enoch the Ancestor, fought all the way to the Gates of Heaven, forcing Heaven to close its gates to block the invasion from Hell.

Men’s words prove unreliable time and again; Long Yiyao deeply understood this truth.

Since arriving at Jiukou River, Zhao Cong only spoke of Bai Yuda on the first day, then shifted the topic to the Qu clan.

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More and more people were knocked down, falling and caught one by one by the formation. Without it, they would have been smashed into pulp.

Yuan Shan, carrying a sack of demonic fruit, cautiously tried to leave the demonic ox cart, while Yuan Feng helped steady the sack. Step by step, they approached the rear of the cart, and suddenly, it floated away.

Yet before he could laugh, Luo Li’s eyes dimmed abruptly, a strange, overwhelming sadness gnawing at his heart, a sour sense of loss as if his chest were being torn apart.

They had been exhausting themselves with performances lately, and the troupe finally gave them a day off. He Xiangdong wanted to sleep through the entire day at the hotel, but Xue Guofei insisted on dragging him out to play.

No one expected that this cross-talk show would attract foreign audiences, and even more surprising was how He Xiangdong won them over—he was truly remarkable.

“All right, Yao, don’t let her cry anymore.” Nearby, Iska took out a handkerchief and wiped away Yimu’s tears.

Leng Qi doubted these people could uncover Zhao Zhongwei’s cause of death. As expected, however, the bloodstain on Zhao’s forehead drew certain attention. At least, the mayor who arrived at the scene saw it.

“Let’s hold off on explanations for now. Where did Yao and Sed go?” Iska looked back, noticing the crowd had dispersed them.

“If they can’t be exterminated, then fight a war of attrition!” Jiang Ning methodically took a life-sustaining pill, swallowing it as if it were a spiritual power recovery pill.

Bailin thought the fire god Hephaestus might want to challenge those who claimed Gerald was weak.

Sensing his change, Yu Xiang smirked coldly without raising his eyelids, questioning divine punishment.