Chapter 76: The Secret of the Bloodline

Racing all the way, Ye Cheng hurried home at the fastest speed possible. His parents and sister were not at home; it was that rascal Gui Sha who opened the door for him.

“What’s going on?”

Entering the bedroom and closing the door, Ye Cheng’s eyes immediately fell upon the documents on the table.

“Master, this matter is rather…” Gui Sha began, but before he could finish, Ye Cheng interrupted him.

Although he hadn’t witnessed the opponent’s power yet, judging from how the other party still hadn’t made a move, he figured the person was just a nobody.

Three days later, the members of the Xie family emerged from the examination hall. Inside, none of them had eaten or slept well. The moment they returned home, each pulled up a blanket and fell fast asleep with their heads covered.

The cotton thief was in the midst of pulling a handful of cotton from someone’s bag when he was suddenly struck. Startled, he turned around to see the old gatekeeper glaring at him, a cane raised high.

Cao Cao thought Zhang Fei was shameless, always trying to claim kinship by latching onto the slightest connection. But then again, even if you call me “uncle” by virtue of this distant relation, does it really mean anything? Do you think that just because you’ve wormed your way into being my relative, I’ll give you special treatment? You wish.

By the timeline, the support from the county should have arrived long ago, yet there was still no sign of them.

What could they do? They knew that constant retreat would only embolden the enemy, but if they didn’t back down this time, the future of the Haotian Sect would be utterly doomed.

Given these two facts, Enel seemed like someone completely cut off from the world of pirates—someone even more out of place than Ye Cheng, who himself was a transmigrator.

This time, he didn’t let his internal force surge outward. Instead, he used the sheer strength of his body and threw a punch.

That day, the man on horseback asking for directions turned out to be carrying the Jade Seal inlaid with gold. But the seal was in Yuan Yao’s hands—how did he get it?

Racing far ahead, Wei Ziyu had no idea that Han Shantong was preparing to slay him; he kept his head down, fleeing straight for his target.

Above the majestic, undulating landscape, a youth in white, his long hair like flowing ink, lay with his arms behind his head, a cloud carrying him lazily and unhurriedly toward the horizon, utterly at ease.

When all the spiritual energy in his body was finally exhausted, his hair barely shifted—it simply could not float. After a few attempts, all he managed was the faintest movement. Xia Mingfeng felt his spirit grow weak, so he hurriedly closed his eyes to recover his strength and spiritual energy, all the while reflecting on the flow of power and the drain on his mind when casting spells.

“In the ancient days, fewer than a thousand members of the Xia family survived. After countless millennia, only about five hundred remain; the rest have all reached the end of their lifespan and returned to the void,” said one elder, who looked even older than the others, with a touch of sorrow in his voice.

Stamping down on the accelerator, Xio Aramis's Sky-Earth vehicle immediately screeched to a halt. Blue lights shone across the road ahead, and the firelight illuminated the entire cockpit.

That monstrous power was beyond belief… Thankfully, he was only at the peak of the first transformation of the King-grade Pill Nurturing Realm.

Mu Xue shot the two of them a disdainful look, as if to say, “How ignorant!” When Ji Han did his first livestream, the audience had already reached several million. Did they really think this time would be any different?

As the first rays of morning sunlight pierced the battered and scarred Emerald Gorge, the honored figures hovering in the clouds withdrew. Disappearing along with them were several spiritual cultivators. It couldn’t exactly be called a panicked retreat, but it was certainly a sorry sight.

Facing an opponent of equal cultivation, he did have the ability to triumph against the odds, but to ensure victory, he still summoned his martial spirit.

Gently running his fingers along the wooden grain, Luo Tian let out a deep sigh. Drawing a short sword from his side, he carefully cut into the damp earth, slowly shaping a neat grave at his feet.