Volume One, Chapter 65: Longsheng Coal Mine

Passing through the barrier, Lin Nan was surprised to discover that its outer layer was wrapped in a thin veil of energy. Yet the situation here was highly unstable, chaotic energy forming torrents that completely divided the space from the Mountain God’s domain, as if shrouded in primordial chaos.

As expected, it wasn’t long before the chaos creature, with hooves like bear legs, began scraping at the ground beneath its feet and let out a sky-shaking howl.

Soon after, Ye Fan, like Meng Yao, received a long-distance call from abroad, from the Bitter Moon.

He took a deep breath, turned toward the stands, and waved his hands at the beloved Milan fans. It was a greeting, and a farewell.

Initially, everyone had complaints about his intent to forcibly claim the Demon King’s position, but as soon as he spoke, the anger on the faces of the demons was replaced by delight.

“It’s the Crimson Dragon Society!” Without a hint of politeness, he waved to interrupt the blustering country warrior, orange light flashing in his eyes, his aura surging like tidal waves.

Thus, the Heavenly Dragon Sect faced ten thousand Blackwood soldiers, while Emei and Kunlun only had to deal with a few thousand enemies on the flanks.

“Damn! Which bastard? Didn’t I say not to disturb me from now on?” Gao Lin suddenly stopped, furious, and shouted toward the door.

I immediately suspected they had come to hunt down me and Luo Hongxuan. After all, we had destroyed the beast pool in that mansion, and Luo Hongxuan had killed the flood dragon. It would be strange if they didn’t come after us.

They were still living in Li Yan’s home, spending every day with Yang Er Ya’s family. Xie Ling was delighted, seeing her two grandsons every day.

His arms were strong and powerful; he stepped forward, swept her up by the waist, ignoring her struggles and screams, strode to the edge of the bed, and tossed her onto it without a trace of pity.

“Teacher… it’s been so long,” Wang Ming’s face grew complex. In just a few months, Elder Wei seemed to have aged greatly. The strands of black hair he once had were now completely white; his face was still ruddy, yet Wang Ming could see the fatigue in his expression.

Madam Cen waved her hand and smiled lightly, “You all stay back. If I accidentally hurt you, I’d feel guilty.” Her gaze was cold, killing intent radiating from her, as terrifying as a rakshasa demon.

Which founding emperor didn’t have to fight for his own empire? If you didn’t struggle, would someone like Chen Jincai come along and say, “Brother, why cry? I’ll get you a country to rule”?

For practitioners of traditional martial arts, being worshipped by a disciple would shorten their lifespan.

During their usual expeditions, the five members of the Nine Provinces Wolf often shared a tent. They weren’t particularly reserved; sharing a bed wasn’t anything unusual.

“Thank you, Grandpa!” With a crack of the whip and the shout of “Drive!”, the carriage headed back the way it came, quickly swallowed by thick mist.

The words of the Eighteen Fiends didn’t stir the despair in his heart; the light in his eyes had faded to gray.

It was the season of plum blossoms; clusters of red plum nestled among the snow, beautiful to behold. In the cold, aloof air, a faint fragrance drifted, intoxicating the senses.

If she had to return to those days of having nothing, Gao Chun Ni felt she wouldn’t survive.

The Thirteenth Lord was frightened and had knelt for too long—he’d been kneeling since before the Fourth Lord and others entered the palace.

“Seventh Brother, what happened just now?” As the servants of the prince’s residence went about their work, Tang Lu’er quietly tugged at Tian Qi’s sleeve and whispered a question as they walked into the pavilion.

Cloud Liu Xuan rose early that morning, skipping the morning court to seek Li Tong. He had waited so long; today was the day.

A strange scene unfolded on the battlefield. Yun Mu Xue kept reaching forward, while Yun Liu Yan, matching her movements, kept moving his sword ahead.

Miao Miao awkwardly realized she’d cursed in front of him. Yet his final words turned her cheeks the color of sunset. She’d never imagined that her conservative young man could say such bold things.

Zhong Hua said, “You’ve thought it all through? If you agree to the East Ridge’s request and withdraw from the competition, I won’t blame you, nor will anyone else. Even if Li Kingdom loses, it’s fate, my own incompetence, not your selfishness.”

It was indeed Yan Qiu Ming; his injuries were severe, his head covered in blood.

A densely marked map lay before them. He Miao was itching to get closer and look, but the others deliberately blocked her view, leaving her no choice but to sit quietly under the tree’s shade.

Blood energy and zombie toxins were opposing attributes; zombie toxin was pure evil, and ordinary true energy couldn’t restrain it. Thus, his two senior brothers, lacking sufficient cultivation, could not expel it even with fierce true energy.

Zhao Feng, having suffered a silent defeat, could only return with three elders to the Zhao Family Elders’ Council, saying nothing of the matter.

In an instant, he transformed into a playboy, lips curled in a roguish smile, and boldly ran his hand across the girl’s backside.