Volume One, Chapter 67: Save Me

But at this moment, the great cauldron in Li Hexian’s hand was a supreme treasure of the world, tempered and refined by the Heart-Engraving Sacred Flame for thousands, even tens of thousands of years.

Seeing Zhuo Tian remain silent, Luo Fei and the others refrained from further questioning. Instead, they looked around, hoping to find any useful clues. Yet, apart from a few broken greenwood logs, there was not the slightest trace left behind.

With no other options, Zhuo Tian could only sit cross-legged once more, sinking his consciousness into the White Sword. Fortunately, the White Sword resided within his body, nourished by his own Dao meridians and vital energy, so it offered no resistance to him.

“How is it possible? How could he possess such strength?” The hilt of his sword tingling, the Clouded Swordmaster mused in disbelief. That single strike had left him with the uncanny impression that Zhuo Tian’s strength was on par with his own.

“Can we really do it?” With her head buried deep in Xing Yue’s embrace, Zhou Yi’s voice trembled, still shaken from the ordeal.

This time, Liu Shuang was the last to arrive, breaking the tradition where Xuanyuan Po Tian was always the last. When Liu Shuang entered, the room was filled with the same smell of smoke as his first visit, with all kinds of activities going on.

Their hearts surged with excitement. Since Ling Luo was restructuring the Ling family’s power on the scale of a nation’s system and framework, the founding of their country was now even closer at hand. All these preparations were laying the groundwork for the establishment of a future dynasty.

She had been pondering how to persuade Chen Feng not to rush their relationship, that feelings should be nurtured slowly, and that force would not work. Yet, upon hearing the two of them converse like this, she could not help but let out a silent, amused laugh.

After Xing Yue San answered, she left Ye Jianhui and his circle as though released from a burden, carrying her wine glass and strolling off to another corner.

Lin Qingyue was not angered by the man’s words; instead, she looked at Zhuo Tian with even greater gentleness. The cold glint on her face faded away, replaced by a soft, subtle smile, as though she were lost in thought.

“No, the temperature in the countryside at night is simply too cold. I’m afraid the child will catch a cold; I must get back,” Sister Feng Jiao apologized sincerely to Second Aunt, declining her invitation.

Tan Wanyi was not one to anger easily, but Su Xue’s treatment of her younger sister just now had truly infuriated her.

On Mu Yuan’s jade token, his points had risen from one hundred thousand to one million three hundred fifty thousand.

Yan Bizhou and the others all stepped forward to stop the intruder, yet each was sent flying as though struck by a battering ram.

No matter how the Undying Giant swung its fists, they always stopped half an inch above Gu Feng’s head, unable to strike him directly, not even grazing his hair.

With a swish, the peachwood sword in Teacher Zhang’s hand flew from my grasp. It circled Zhang once, then returned to hang itself on the eastern wall.

Previously, quite a few martial artists below the stage had hesitated, thinking that if Mu Yuan’s stamina was depleted, they might have a chance to defeat him.

“You two, listen to me. Hurry back,” I said solemnly to Zeng Lu and You Zhipei.

Only after they had all walked out the main doors did the applause finally die down. As Second Brother predicted, not a soul brought up the matter of settling the bill.

With their words and the instigation of the Ghostfolk, the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly grew heated and impassioned.

Looking at his bountiful haul, Wang Nanbei smiled with satisfaction. Only then did he realize he’d wandered far from his usual fishing spot. Glancing at the time, he saw that afternoon had already crept up on him, yet he didn’t feel hungry at all. It seemed he’d saved a meal again. Chuckling wryly at himself, Wang Nanbei started making his way back.

She gave a whistle, and soon the chestnut horse that had been wandering in the plum grove trotted over briskly.

It had been ages since he’d returned to Taiyi Guarantee and Loan Company. So, when Zhuo Lefeng entered the office, everyone was stunned. Liu Jingjing and Ruan Hongyi hurried out to greet their boss. After a brief greeting, Zhuo Lefeng headed straight into Le Zeying’s office—it was clear that today’s visit was for serious business.

The Gale Beast raised its forelegs again and again, stretching its neck upward. Though it could make no sound, a plaintive whimper was clearly audible from its mouth.

Jiang Junyan had always trusted his intuition, especially his sense for danger. In that instant, he truly felt a sense of crisis, particularly when that figure flashed past, filling him with unease.

Sun Dazhu looked at her in confusion, his face full of disapproval, as if saying, How could you go back on your word?

In recent days, her husband had shared many stories about himself and the Princess Consort. Fang Youran now understood that her husband owed much of his current position to the Princess Consort’s protection. Without her, he would have suffered far more than he already had.

“My name is Li Chang’an. Gentlemen, I take my leave.” With those words, Li Chang’an mounted his horse and, together with Qin Long and his brother, galloped away.

For a moment, the force of the Wu Xian’s charge was overwhelming, and even the most solid formation trembled under the impact.

“Why go investigate? If it really is a vampire bat’s lair, we should just avoid it,” Ye Xi said, unable to understand Li Qingyan’s thinking.

Young Master Yin was so startled that he dared not speak, retreating with nervous laughter and no longer trying to dominate the conversation.

Yuan Che had no such qualms, nor did he have any feelings for Gu Xichen. With a single command, his men immediately arrested Gu Xichen.