Chapter 129: It Was You After All

It took less than five minutes to return to the summit of the snow-capped mountain.

Desecrating his master’s grave was no different from digging up his own ancestral tomb! Ye Cheng was consumed by fury; he had already plotted how to deal with those two grave robbers. He would not just kill them—he would do so with absolute cruelty.

Yet, when he broke through the seal and returned to the peak, he was met with a face that seemed somewhat familiar.

...

"Colonel Jason, you may order your men to fire now. But the moment the first shot is heard, every fighter jet here will unleash a barrage, leveling this place to the ground in an instant. We are not afraid of death—but what about you? Are you not afraid to die?" Qin Feng said coldly, his voice suddenly rising several decibels.

Tian Ran, of course, heard nothing of this. He remained kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he respectfully saw his master off. At the same time, Mo Wentian, You Xuan, Tong Xiao, and Ying Wulian stood in the same posture, their expressions identical, also bidding a final farewell to their master.

Fan Wan sighed. Seeing the doctor approach, he went over to have his pulse checked with Zhang Ya following closely behind. Meanwhile, Su Jing’an and the young man in plain clothes were bickering so loudly they startled the owner of the apothecary.

"Speak. How much money do you want?" Chen Zhoujian picked up the coffee on the table, took a light sip, and said calmly.

With a thunderous roar, he pulled his hands sharply downward. The two flames that had been coiling around his palms transformed into two fire dragons, immediately circling around the Nine-Sun Fire.

It was a knight clad in battle armor and holding a long spear. The armor had long been devoured by time, now covered in patches of rust. A shriveled face was encased within the helmet, bearing no resemblance to a human; the blackened skin clung tightly to the bone.

Because of this, Jimo Hongxiu thought of herself. Jimo Feixue certainly did not know the techniques she had learned from him, which gave her the possibility of eventually surpassing Jimo Feixue.

He stammered for a long time but could not get a word out. The other servants dared not move, and the servant on the ground continued to wail, mucus and tears running down his face. It was precisely this wailing that alerted others. Sensing people approaching, Fan Min grew even more terrified; he forgot all about his servant, turned on his heel, and bolted.

Qiu Yang clutched his head in a headache—He Xi was far too unrestrained, always playing the role of the intruder... Yet, this time, he could not find a reason to scold her.

"Which blind fool dares to stir up trouble on our turf?" Zuo Zhuang said with a dark expression. He hurried out of the car, only to find the entrance completely blocked by a crowd.

Both sides used his mouth to gradually test the other’s bottom line, searching for a price that everyone could accept.

After practicing for a while according to the contents of the third volume, Li Yanyang suddenly thrust his right hand toward the cup on the coffee table. He felt the energy surging from his palm was stronger than ever before, yet the cup remained completely unmoved.

If she fell in love with Gong Wuxie, even if his life were to end in this incarnation, she would exhaust every ounce of her strength to find his reincarnation.

Xia Yuan did not stop her. People of the old Zhou family were all like that; once they set their minds on something, not even eight oxen could pull them back.

Yang Hao pierced the Water Spirit’s chest with a single claw. The ice core was within reach, and the icy sensation it radiated felt incredibly soothing to him.

With Tang Miaojun, he could always find inspiration or observe unique situations.

On the seats in the center of the first row on the east side of the ceremony platform, Ye Zhen and Ye Qiurong, who had ascended to the ranks of the elite disciples for the capping ceremony, gathered beside Ye Long. As they looked at the audience stands, where the Ye family disciples were in an uproar, they wore expressions of utter disdain.

A bolt of lightning, even thicker than the last and carrying the cold, heartless wrath of the Heavenly Dao, struck down at the great bell once more.