Volume One, Chapter 29: Really Not the Right Time

"I must change; I cannot always remain like this!" Lin Yun made up his mind, determined to slowly alter the image others held of him. He had no desire to return to the first level of the Supernatural Prison; the criminals there were like leeks—harvested one after another—and the experience points recorded in the *Codex of the Prison Master* were meager. Fortunately, the demon supernaturals on the third level held the line, providing a steady twenty thousand experience points every day. Occasionally, when a criminal was sentenced to execution, he could even draw a prize and earn some extra income. Lin Yun poured all these experience points into enhancing his own strength, leaving skills and divine techniques aside for the moment. Before he knew it, Lin Yun had already advanced two levels...

Under normal circumstances, Hu Lin would not have dared to reprimand a King-level expert even if she had ten thousand lives. In fact, at her level, let alone a King-level expert, even a Saint-entry stage master was someone she could never hope to encounter in her lifetime. Zhong Ziyu brushed his hand away with disdain and glanced down at the Imperial Preceptor on the ground. The Imperial Preceptor had already sat up, picked up the hand-drawn map, and was busy dusting it off. Jiang Bai's reaction immediately drew glares from many, including Chen Lin's aunt, though she knew what was urgent and what was trivial. In the Flower Fairy's view, the only person within the Flower Fairy Sect capable of contending with Daoist White-Brow was Ye Fan. "Madam, come here for a moment!" Lin Guangbai's eyes lit up, and he called out without hesitation. Su Qin kept his mouth shut; if the other party truly convinced King Xuan of Qi, his plan for a vertical alliance would die in the cradle, as Qi was second only to Qin. If they united, it would be two strong powers against four weak ones. In the past, these martial artists would have patted their chests, guaranteeing that the matter was foolproof and telling the madam to rest easy. "Oh, don't worry about those details." Ximen Qing didn't answer, but instead plugged in an electric guitar and sat on the bed to strum a few notes. Before the age of sixteen, Kredo Lily had been an ordinary person, until one day her ability suddenly awakened, and her body transformed from flesh and blood into machinery.

Li Shiheng's face looked cold and grim. Watching Lin Yi, he finally understood why his son and even the Yin Wind Trio had met their ends at the hands of this fellow. In the room, Wuming listened silently to the conversation between Liu Wuhen and his mother, feeling a touch of emotion and learning of Liu Wuhen's identity from their exchange. "With your cooking, are you asking my brother to eat it or not?" Liao Fan smiled gently at Fu Hongyu. He really couldn't compliment her skills; they were even worse than his own. Chu Qiuqi squinted at Hua Qingyi and said disdainfully, "Whether you are forgiven depends on your own ability. Do you want me to forgive you?" After asking, Chu Qiuqi burst into laughter. The two of them fought intensely, but Hua Qingyi knew he could not defeat Dongguo Canbai, or everything would spiral out of control. Yet he could not afford to lose, as losing meant death. "Right! Once we start, we must finish it. We can't topple the gourd and spill the oil halfway. Today, we fight the monkey to the death!" Mo Liqing gritted his teeth, eyes wide with rage, calling on his brothers to prepare their magical artifacts immediately. The world of martial arts must be braved on one's own; it would never pave a road for you simply because you were capable at home. The burly man dared not refuse; he quickly emptied all the silver he had on him, threw it on the ground, and fled. Everyone was troubled; to pursue blindly was risky, as they might fall into a trap, but to let them roam freely would leave the coastal fishermen with no way to live. "Wang Yin has awakened!" Gong Xi exclaimed, eyes widening as he took several excited steps forward. After that incident, the charlatan's words echoed in her mind, lingering like a curse. Shi Lei spread his hands helplessly, as if he had truly tried his best to search but found nothing. "Is it ugly? It's alright, someone gave it to me." Su Xingwen sat down and hugged the cushion; she didn't think it was ugly. "Then, sir, how many inheritors have you waited for in all this time?" she continued. Realizing this, Ye Le woke up instantly, sat up, and began searching for her in the bedroom, not even bothering to put on his shoes—but she was gone. Wang Chujun knew that Mu An and Xiao Ci were going back, mentioning it every day and urging them to return to the capital, yet when the time finally came to leave, she was filled with reluctance—after all, they were worlds apart. The old servant had not expected this lowly house servant to speak such vulgar language so arrogantly; having always managed discipline in the inner courtyard, he had never encountered such contemptuous behavior and was left trembling with rage.

Late at night, the space in the car was limited, and with Xiang Ju sitting silently in the back, Li Hao felt he should say something to ease the atmosphere. Hearing Zhuo Yue's words, they nodded in agreement; they remembered the scene from back then, where Aunt Zhuo treated Zhuo Yue worse than a stranger. The first stage of the New Humans was like a computer connected to a network, capable only of passive reception rather than active transmission. If Zhuo Yue, who could derive the N-S equation, were to join any company, they would be embarrassed to offer him anything less than an eight-figure annual salary. In infrastructure, China was the strongest in the world; no other country could compare. The United States was the world's leading power, but China outperformed it in infrastructure. Subsequently, his strength surged, reaching the sixth level of the Cave Heaven realm before the breakthrough finally slowed. A figure in white shouted coldly, the tone suggesting he hailed from the White Lotus Sect. The second level, intended for inner disciples, contained advanced techniques and detailed auxiliary skills. Lin Muyang was currently eligible to reach this level. "Then are we still going to your family's base? If it gets besieged, won't we be doomed?" Qi Yan asked. The brown-haired man persisted, first sitting to the right of Rusha to test if she was interested. At this point, not even the gods of the nine heavens or the ghosts of the nine netherworlds dared to easily meddle in the affairs of men, fearing that the dragon's aura would sweep them into the dust. "What happens if we don't tell the story correctly to that teacher?" Shen Yu asked Song Qingze. While shouting, the middle-aged man casually struck a palm toward Long Ya, though he did not expect this blow to cause any real damage, as even their sword qi could barely harm him. Aer-Yi spoke for a long time, and seeing no reaction, his face darkened slightly. He bared his teeth, exposing sharp, eerie fangs, and said, "Are you hungry? There is food here; do you want to eat?" With that, he tapped the food tray Shen Yu had brought the previous night. After practicing until noon, Shen Yu picked up her clothes and was about to leave with Huang Tianjing when Lu Yixian called out to her from behind.