Volume 1, Chapter 62: Offering My Cultivation!

Actually, this kind of banquet was much like a celebration. Naturally, it was not solely held to entertain Yang Qin, and even so, Yang Qin could well understand it.

At such close range, even if the opponent were a cultivator at the peak of the Dao Origin realm, he would still perish.

"Hmph! It's not like I'm completely without life-saving tricks. The next time we meet, I will definitely take your dog's head!" The Sword Ghost laughed, uttering a harsh threat before his figure vanished a hundred meters away amidst a flash of sword light.

As this voice arose, an equally immense divine might, profound and vast as an abyss, emerged within Bai Yujing's sea of consciousness.

Hearing this, everyone wore embarrassed expressions and shifty eyes. Just as Qiu Moyi had said, that was indeed what they were thinking; only out of awe for her deterrence did they not voice it outright like Lu Zhicheng.

At this moment, Tao Wanyi seemed to sense Qiu Moyi's gaze, and her head lowered even further.

"We refuse to take the blame for this. Instructor Yu himself told us not to tell you, saying he wanted to see how you would talk behind his back." Li Jing spread both hands, acting as though it had nothing to do with them.

Wang Xing was also plagued with a terrible headache. The child he had raised with his own hands had ended up in such a miserable state simply because he had mistakenly consumed tainted infant formula. Of course, such a description was somewhat exaggerated, but Yang Lan herself had indeed discovered the core issue of the program, which was why she began to lower her posture. Otherwise, given her personality, how could she possibly interview these commercial film directors reeking of worldly copper coins?

As the formation activated, the eighteen withered figures that had surged forward from the rear also plunged into the array, carrying towering black flames.

"On such a joyous day, why must you think of fighting instead of something else?" Wulianha sat down on the edge of the bed, struggling to pose in an alluring manner.

Heaven never cuts off all avenues of escape. Before long, the thunderous sound of galloping hooves echoed behind Li Qing and the others, and one by one, banners of Jiannan came into view. The Jiannan soldiers, numbering no less than the Longwu Army, appeared first as dots and then as a continuous line stretching across the horizon.

Wang Yuanqing darted past him, and he instinctively stepped back and fired. Although his aim was originally directed at Wang Yuanqing's back, it struck both of his legs instead—a matter that definitely could not be spoken of.

"Perhaps she has already been taken away by the Nine-Headed Beast. What a damn creature." With that, in the very next instant, the entire floating island flickered and vanished completely.

"I hurriedly snatched the map from her hands and, without a second thought, led the generals to charge into the array, only to find that you had all long since vanished. We saw only the newly extinguished firewood ashes on the snow and assumed Brother Liu's words were true, and that you had already proclaimed yourself Khan."

Standing nearby, Qin Muhui also came to understand the origin of the matter. It turned out that this young man was also a merchant, except that what he sold was quite out of the ordinary. While others sold tangible, visible goods, he traded in intelligence.

"What grade?" Meng Xiongfei was left completely bewildered. He had never heard Hu Yanhong mention anything about grades, nor had he ever heard of Lingyunzi or Zhu Yu. He truly had no idea what this was supposed to be.

"Charge with me!" versus "Charge!" The difference might only be a single word, but when it came to rallying morale, the gap between the two was worlds apart.

Yet, his gaze trembled slightly as he looked at Meng Nanke, whose hair was half-black and half-white, exuding an ethereal yet abyss-deep aura.

"As if I'm afraid of you! Shattering Dragon Fist!" Accompanied by a dragon's roar, Ye Yanqing threw a frost-covered punch from his arm.

Jingchuan said no more. Returning to the sect, the four of them parted ways to attend to their respective business. Fan Zhi went crestfallen to report to Elder Hong, fully prepared to be given a severe reprimand.

Before Ye Yanqing lay three paths, and he chose the middle one without hesitation.

The Pyramid of District 48 remained buried forever beneath the shifting sands, and no one would ever again be able to peer into its secrets.

Deep in the night, Xia Fan sat cross-legged on the bed like an old monk in meditation, trying to control this surge of vital energy. To his surprise, it darted wildly through his meridians, completely unruly. However, through repeated attempts, he finally managed to firmly master it, and only when he was utterly exhausted did he fall into a deep sleep.

"Heh, I appreciate the family head's good intentions, but I'd like to walk around with Lin Kexin and experience the customs of the Li Family Town. I hope the family head will grant permission," Ye Yanqing said.

"Judging all the way here, even that War Emperor realm beast seemed reluctant to leave its cave. This suggests that this monster might be above the War Emperor realm," Feilong said with a frown.

It must have been Lu Renjia playing tricks. Who would have thought he could deceive not only Lu Xulang, but the entire Lu family as well?

Atop the city gate tower, soldiers who had been dozing with half-closed eyes suddenly heard the exclamations from below. They opened their eyes to survey the scene and, guided by the torchlight of the Pas city walls, recognized Jiu Huang and the others dressed as imperial soldiers. A jolt of panic shot through their hearts, and one of the soldiers immediately sprinted toward the Qianmo Mansion in the city.

"88 heads!" Glancing at them briefly, the assassin clad in leather armor at the back said coldly. A flash of fiery light crossed his eyes; unlike noble youths like Moon's Sorrow and Dance Alone Under the Moon, he was a member of the Lost Heart family—Lost Affection.

"Beinhao, I leave him to you." Uttering these words had been the result of days of deep contemplation for Yue Wuzuo. Relinquishing his contention over Mo Beinhao could be considered the only good thing he, a flawed master, had ever done for him.

While Lu Xuehua was lost in her wandering thoughts, the door was gently pushed open, revealing Qianxue's delicate silhouette. Today was Liu Qianxue's final visit to the hospital, and her purpose was to discharge Lu Xuehua.

What is it that you want? It didn't become simple just like that; right now, we don't even know if you can accomplish it. My wish is something that cannot be discussed until it's finished.

"What did I do wrong? You keep talking about interrogation this, interrogation that," Wang Peng said with a smile, his eyes involuntarily drifting to the contours of Mo Fushang outlined by her high-necked woolen sweater.

Yes, Tie Zheng, the number one city lord of the Chinese region. To think they would actually cross paths in the battle to enter the top 128—who would emerge victorious? In an instant, this arena became the focal point gathering countless players.