Volume 1, Chapter 42: Grandma Has My Back

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Among the two sisters, Ruan Jun was the most balanced. His talent was outstanding, rivaling that of the eldest sister; his temperament was also rather steady, though at times he could be just as domineering and discourteous as the second sister. In martial arts, he ranked just below the second sister.

According to the rites and teachings of the Great Tang, the most important word in a peaceful world was “balance”—for balance represented harmony and stability.

Knowing the boy would certainly complain bitterly about her decision, An Youran wisely made herself scarce and slipped away. Before he could object, she had already vanished without a trace.

After issuing a declaration of war, vowing never to coexist and to fight to the bitter end, a bloody struggle inevitably began. Both sides fought with all their might, slaughtering one another without the slightest mercy. In an instant, the hall was transformed from a place of former splendor into a hellish field of carnage.

Yet ancient divine beasts possessed their pride. Unless one was the master of a dragon, perhaps no one had the ability to command another’s mount—and even then, success was never guaranteed.

Those tragic roars, those savage howls! The cause of it all was none other than one of Gan Zheng’s “experiments.”

Su Xia could not help giving a bitter smile. Looking at the sentient mount before her, she found herself reminded of far too many things.

Long fingernails tore across Mo Yuyang’s fair cheek. Enraged, Mo Yuyang lost all reason, and the two of them actually began fighting in front of everyone at the inn.

As the host, Liu Mu sat in the right-hand seat at the head of the table, while the left-hand seat was disputed for quite some time.

While Zhang Chuchen stared on in bewilderment, Liu Mu drew a bizarre object from his waist and fired a blast at a tree by the sea.

There were no “ifs” in life. From the moment Xun Meng’s mother died, the downfall of his family had already been destined.

Amid everyone’s alarm, the flames surrounding Ye Yun also turned blood-red. He looked like a man drenched in blood, a terrifying sight indeed.

What Immortal-tier cultivators needed most was the vital energy of heaven and earth. Yet that energy was so scarce that every step of advancement was extraordinarily difficult. They also relied heavily on supreme-grade spirit stones. A single attack could consume enough vital energy to require anywhere from ten to a hundred years to replenish.

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“He’s afraid of tax evasion, right?” A-Zhen nodded knowingly. She had not expected this brainless world to be completely brainless after all.

As they watched Qing Shan Hong angrily hurl insults, his subordinates were so frightened that their souls nearly fled their bodies. The dignity of an Emperor-tier expert could not be profaned. If the Eagle-Gazing Demon Emperor heard those words, then even the protection of the Azurewood Patriarch would be useless. Every one of them would surely die.

Under Gilbert’s intense gaze, Tyles sat dazedly inside the carriage, feeling every jolt and sway.

That was why Yun Qianqian was not anxious in the slightest, nor was she agitated. She truly had nothing to be agitated about.

“Xiuyan, didn’t you notice? The seal on him is not limited to a single layer. It isn’t that I don’t want to use my trump card. It was secretly destroyed by his demonic aura before I even realized it. Even if I managed to unleash it, there’s no guarantee it would injure him.”

At the Shu Mountain Sword Sect’s seats, the proud disciples were stunned to learn that their senior sister, Ye Sha, was facing Ye Yun, the Immortal-tier cultivator most favored to win the World Martial Arts Tournament. Their feelings instantly became tangled and complicated.

Those who remained exchanged glances, offering only a few scattered words of support. They still seemed deeply hesitant.

By then, Su Xia’s father had already returned before the New Year. His face was alight with delighted smiles, overjoyed that he had gained a grandson.

In an instant, the Golden Crow transformed and enveloped Tian Xuanzi’s body, taking the shape of a pair of wings and radiating golden light. His flying speed increased once again, while his control grew even more effortless. Tian Xuanzi was overjoyed. Without another thought, he darted up and down through the air, officially beginning a pursuit with his opponent.

Yang Xuan nodded. He Yan said bluntly, “I understand. You’re so long-winded!”

Bing Jing shot him a glare, and He Yan was so frightened that he immediately fell silent.

The four exchanged glances, and their expressions suddenly changed. Each was secretly astonished. Fu Yangtao had indeed said similar things before, but Zhong Dayou was the commander. As for Guibao, this commander forced into the role, no one knew whether he possessed the same authorization.

Xing Chou did not care about Zhan Qing’s methods. With the power of the Nine Stars’ reincarnation awakening, his divine art was now nearly complete. Once he refined Xing Yancai and Zhan Qing as well, he was confident he could become the foremost person beneath heaven and earth.

Ever since entering the palace, she had been waiting for an opportunity to display her abilities. Yet before she could make a move, the emperor had already seen through her and sent her back.

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Although the share price of Hanmer Corporation was currently extremely low, Li Lingyi was not worried in the slightest. In the future, it would rise sharply once again—perhaps even far higher than it had been before.

Looking at the two or three hundred streaks of light, Guibao knew they were cultivators who had come to reinforce them. Having rested while their opponents exhausted themselves, they were now attacking even more fiercely. Faced with such formidable assaults, the cultivators of the Ravaging Beast Valley would certainly have means of counterattack. They had to leave first.

The sounds of horns and commands resounded across the winter grasslands. Prince Meade’s army was filled with murderous intent; even the steam breathed from the warhorses’ nostrils seemed to carry the scent of death. In contrast, Yang Yi’s battle formation was utterly silent, as though nothing had happened. Smoke from cooking fires even rose above his camp.

Jiang Wei watched the scene and could not bring himself to disturb him. Though he did not know exactly what the young lord had endured, he had heard enough to understand that watching one’s own loved ones die before one’s eyes was even more agonizing than dying oneself.

“I’ll fight to the end!” Ye Ming gritted his teeth and forced himself to resist. After ten seconds, the black radiance shattered the golden light and rushed straight toward him.

Am I really going to die here? No. I cannot die. I promised Mengyao that I would protect her for the rest of her life. How could I die here?

Anyone worthy of being called a Blade Emperor must possess strength comparable to that of a Sword Emperor. On this continent, where strength was revered above all else, power was the ultimate force governing everything.

Whether she felt sorrow, gratitude, or hatred for how painfully he had kept her in the dark, none of it mattered anymore. All she wanted was for him to remain safe and sound. Once her thoughts had settled, she sought out Wang Jun.

“You really have the luck of the devil,” Chu Buyi said, glancing at them. A hundred-year blood ginseng was truly a marvelous treasure. Why had he never encountered one?

Lan Yanfeng could carry Bai Ranan away without a care because another version of himself still remained here. But if he too left without a thought, he would once again be giving Lin Duoduo the opportunity to hurt Bai Ranan.