Volume 1 Chapter 124 Proving Oneself

Watching them disappear into the distance, everyone worried inwardly that they might never return.

What sort of figures were Hua Tianyue and Chu Feiyang? Moreover, they knew all too well the profound mysteries of Di Chongxiao’s ever-changing spiritual aura. Afraid he might ask something he should not, they both coughed forcefully at the same moment.

That explanation was probably true, for everyone still remembered that after Manor Lord Tang had been afflicted by the deadly curse, his first suspicion had fallen not on Great Chief Lan, but on the Demon Sect. With that background, everything suddenly made sense.

When they looked up again, Feng Wuqing seemed to sense something. He gave Zhang Wuneng a faint smile, signaling that the four of them need not worry. Because Zhang Wuneng trusted Feng Wuqing absolutely, his spirits lifted at once. If it was the young master’s decision, there could be no mistake. But those companions of theirs… were they truly gone?

“Can’t I come if nothing is wrong?” Yelu Yarong countered, then cast me a reproachful glance filled with affection.

Unable to find a new body in which to possess and rebuild himself, he could only carry that dazzling relic bead wherever he went. Wherever he appeared, the members of the demon race would swarm after it, fighting desperately to seize it.

With Ajiu’s wealth, buying the shop would be effortless. The cooks and assistants working there would certainly be willing to serve her as well. She offered the shop itself as her contribution to the partnership, a favorable condition whose significance even the astute Bai Mingyuan—and certainly Li Shouye—could immediately appreciate.

The serpent was at least several dozen zhang long and a zhang thick. Its enormous head rested upon the mountaintop, its eyes tightly shut. Bolts of lightning struck its body again and again, sending plumes of black smoke billowing into the air. Yet the giant serpent did not move at all. No one could tell whether it was dead or alive.

The prefecture office contacted the patrol garrison, but the garrison replied that its general was ill and no one had been in charge for many days. With no one willing to make the decision, they refused to send troops.

Qin Yibai’s strange action startled Xu Shi, who was seated nearby. He was about to ask what was going on, but then he saw the two iron fragments on the stone table. His eyes widened, his mouth fell open, and he was overcome with astonishment.

Before long, Tan Jingjing arrived. She was a fashionable white-collar beauty. Her high chignon revealed delicate pink earlobes and a graceful, snow-white neck. Dressed in a well-tailored blue suit, she looked neat yet stylish, her every detail displaying competence and poise.

Shi Maoxue stared heatedly at Ning Qianqian’s pert backside, a barely perceptible cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The endless ridges of Lishan were veiled beneath hazy clouds and mist. The clouds were gray, heavy, and oppressive, pressing down upon the earth. The silence and desolation seemed to mirror the human heart, as though those dim veils had filled it completely.

“And what about my land?” Wang Fen asked again in an unhurried tone. Seeing that he had deceived Xiang Pang into losing all reason, he finally brought up the true purpose of his visit.

All the sword aura released by “The Immortal Sword Descends” vanished into thin air at that moment. As the Cloud-Wasteland Sword flew toward Li Gexiao, the sword intent and inner force within it dissipated completely.

“Or perhaps, Senior Lan, we should simply forget the matter. I need three drops of a dragon’s true blood, you know, and I still haven’t gathered them all. This puts me in a difficult position as well!”

Chen Hao possessed a unique talent for negotiation. Before long, he had employed every tactic against the old man surnamed Lan—provocation, stalling, wearing him down, haggling, and more.

Compared with the astonishment of the younger generation, the several bishops led by the archbishop remained perfectly at ease. They showed not the slightest sign of being on someone else’s territory; instead, they behaved as though they were strolling through their own cathedral.

“Let’s go up too.” Zhang Meng impatiently tugged at Chen Hao and strode straight forward. He slowly extended a hand toward the pearl, while Chen Hao watched the sphere tensely.

At that moment, Xuan Qingyi was not the only one left dumbfounded. The aunties and the others were just as stunned. Only now did they realize that the easy mark they had brought along was actually a tiger in disguise, pretending to be a pig in order to devour them.

Old Zhang and Old Wang nodded. Given the young lawyer’s sharpness, together with his ability to fabricate evidence and offer flawless explanations, he was more than capable of grinding countless lawyers beneath his feet. They were simply not on the same level; coming would have been pointless.

Still, what had to be faced would eventually have to be faced. Besides, there were so many police officers at the scene. His guilt had not yet been established; he was merely under suspicion, and therefore still within the protection of the police.

Yet he possessed many other abilities and secret arts. To judge Yang Zhen’s overall strength, one could not look only at the extraordinary nature of his physical body and cultivation realm. His comprehensive power in every aspect had to be taken into account as well.

Ye Chen manifested the Sacred Combat Art, and the aura surrounding his entire body became terrifyingly immense. He threw a punch that seemed capable of annihilating everything. The leading young man of the divine race gave a cold snort. He had long known that Ye Chen would make such a move, and immediately erupted with a powerful aura, striking out with both fists.

Although children had no need for such a device, it could still be useful to doctors and nurses. After all, they were busy rushing about all day long, and it was inevitable that they would suffer aches and pains in their backs and waists.

Ning Fuchen flew away on his sword, heading straight toward the place where they were now located. At his speed, it would not take long for him to arrive.

They were just about to reach the main hall when Xuanzhen suddenly glanced over his shoulder. He then turned toward Yang Zhen, staring at him in confusion with a pair of wide eyes.

As long as He Wanyun remained within the range of his spiritual perception, he had no fear of losing her. He was already about to catch up, and Ning Fuchen pulled out his phone.