Volume One, Chapter 46: Is That All?

Prince An and his entourage strode out of Star Sea City, heading directly west.

The Dust Dharma Sect lay in the west, and the sun was setting in the west—what an auspicious omen this was.

After walking for several dozen miles, a barren expanse appeared before Prince An and the others. An eerie aura hung over the entire pauper's graveyard like dark clouds, blocking even the moonlight from filtering through.

"My Lord, shouldn't... shouldn't we take a detour?"

Kong Bai, an incense master of the Dust Dharma Sect, asked cautiously.

Yet this pauper's graveyard was the only path they must take; to detour around it would mean a massive, circuitous route.

And yet, if they did not detour...

With such an eerie aura, who knew what might happen.

Prince An cast a cold glance at the pauper's graveyard and said imperiously, "A detour?..."

In past years, each thousand-year phantom vine would have been guarded by at least a dozen tier-three spirit beasts, and the three great beast kings would also come here, as blood soul milk was of great importance to them as well.

A sudden realization struck him: the star scar on his chest was no ordinary mark, but the exclusive emblem of his Star Soul clan. Only clansmen who had awakened the power of the star soul could bear such a star scar upon their chest.

He was unwilling to remain an ability-less person in this ability-centric academy city; unwilling to be the sole mediocre one among such brilliant companions.

The young man sat upon the dais in the center of the hall, wearing a rare jadeite necklace. Though it looked like a model exhibition, the youth was dressed in a karate uniform. The combination of the two items was intensely comical, drawing the gazes of numerous onlookers around.

The battle seemed to have reached a stalemate. The tide of sin could not overwhelm the wall of firepower to harm Kiritsugu hiding behind it, nor could the wall of firepower extinguish the seemingly endless sea of sin. It could only roar in helpless frustration, managing solely to safeguard the safety of its master.

Nearby, some of the guards, having failed to catch a clear glimpse of the scenery beneath the skirt, instinctively let out a sigh of regret. Realizing their awkwardness moments later, they could not help flushing with embarrassment.

The Soul-Suppressing Tablet possessed the property of gathering the spiritual essence emitted by the human body. The human body constantly radiates spiritual energy, and once it weakens to a certain degree, drowsiness sets in. Giving the Soul-Suppressing Tablet to Zhao Xiang to wear played a significant role in drawing back her outgoing spiritual power.

Seeming to have anticipated Alice's offensive trajectory long ago, Lancelot swung his longsword backward without even looking, blocking Chengche's advancing path. Blade and sword met, and a wild wind whipped up, tearing at the surrounding earth.

As it turned out, upon hearing Lu Chen's words, a wave of intense dissatisfaction instantly surged into the hearts of the twin sisters, Yan Yueqi and Yan Yuexun. This prompted them to involuntarily reach out and pinch the soft flesh at Lu Chen's waist—naturally, the classic three-hundred-and-sixty-degree spin was not omitted.

Ascending to the empress's throne and receiving the envy of others also meant enduring the loneliness of standing at the heights where it is cold.

Having suffered a crushing defeat in Henan, Yuan Datou spared no expense, digging into his own pockets to equip the Beiyang Southern Expedition Second Army's main force under Feng Guozhang—the Fourth Division—with dozens of Maxim heavy machine guns to bolster their firepower. After all, they could not afford to keep hanging their heads in shame before the Restoration Army!

Having entered the Yan family residence in the capital for several months now, she knew her own identity better than anyone else.

"I... I..." Peng Guodong was still hesitating when he saw that Su Xueyun had already dialed the call. He anxiously gripped the wall, leaning his upper body forward, eager to learn his second brother's attitude.

Chu Yunxi curved her lips slightly in a faint smile, fortunate that she and Nangong Jing had made preparations beforehand when sneaking in, carrying the tokens taken from dead soldiers.

The old dowry could not stop smiling from ear to ear. "Just look at how glibber-tongued she is! To hear such words spoken is simply heartwarming." With that, she glanced sideways at the grinning Zhao Chong.

Therefore, the so-called heavily guarded border cities were not garrisoned out of fear of spies infiltrating—after all, spies could change nothing at all; their true purpose was to keep different worlds isolated from one another.

In a brief moment, the streets that had just been packed with a bustling crowd shoulder-to-shoulder were now completely empty.

Because of this, their relationship grew even closer, and chatting on the phone every night became a habit. Having so much practice speaking over the phone made Zhang Laifu increasingly fluent and natural in his speech, leaving almost no trace of his previous autism.

Just as Wang Jin was anxiously rushing off to handle the rural clan feuds that had recently been occurring with increasing frequency within Anhui Province, Beijing's Presidential Palace was likewise experiencing a super "earthquake" so severe it chilled one to the bone.

Hu Yan recalled the physiques of his travelling companions, and there was no one so lean and emaciated among them. Hesitating slightly underfoot, he put away the praying mantis claw sabre and gripped the silvery-white spiritual shield.

Amidst the mutually echoing rock-gold radiance, the horizontally pushed golden barrier met immensely powerful resistance. Barrier and rock-sword collided, locking them in a deadlock for a time.

However, not long after, an astonishing aura erupted from the courtyard next door, carrying within it a lingering trace of the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

The Taotie envoy immediately said with displeasure, "I always root out the trouble completely when I do things. These fellows know about our Divine Martial Kingdom and ought to be exterminated. If you stop me, don't blame me for being unpolite!"

The young man walked slowly forward, his expression stiff, his eyes hollow and devoid of light. His footsteps seemed mechanical as he walked ahead, his arms hanging straight down without a single motion, as though these were not his arms at all.

"Alright then, let's take a look before we leave," Ji Siyi said helplessly, secretly hoping that Mu Zhenchuan would appear so that she would be willing to go with him.

Lin Qizheng blinked her eyes, staring fixedly at Hu Yan. Her gaze was sharp and piercing, devoid of a shred of warmth. Hu Yan knew that going to the Star Constellation Palace was now mandatory—go he must, whether he wished to or not. Lin Qizheng did not look like she was joking with him.

He would still agree to join Su Ziwei, Teacher Zhou Yang, and Wu Jiayi—the three "conquest targets" issued by the system—in participating in this variety show.

Shen Mushan's entire household was relocating, carrying a mountain of luggage across several carriages trailing at the rear of the princess's procession. Accompanying them were Xie Ling'er and Xie Yun.

Chu He's heart remained as still as stagnant water, his gaze icy deep into his marrow. His palm-blade wove together strands of natural laws, slashing down toward the horned demon god protected by its divine kingdom.

Regardless of whether there was firelight or not, I had already seen it: right behind them, like a ghostly apparition, an extra shadow had appeared. That shadow was none other than Gu Xi. Who knew what was smeared on the nurse's uniform, but two tongues of fire burned endlessly on the ground, bright enough to illuminate the surroundings.

Ling Yefeng merely gave the sword spirit a cold glare, having little mood to bicker with it at the moment.

What does rain matter? As long as one is with the person they love, even earthquakes and tsunamis become the most beautiful scenery.