Chapter Sixty-Six: Let Me Borrow Your Embrace

“I’m a poor man now, you know. I’ve got four children to feed—how can I not be thrifty?” Shen Zhijian deliberately put on an exasperating expression.

This was only their first exchange, yet Cardock already realized that Watt’s strength was no less than his own. The wicked sword, Dominator of Blood, swung violently through the air, whistling as it cut through.

A warm glint flashed in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, he had made his way to the second floor, arriving at the bedroom he shared with Su Ran. Hopeful anticipation filled his heart as he pushed the door open.

Xuanyuan did not answer, only gazing at Long Wu’s back in silence. Could he really make it through to the final trial?

Indeed, Wang Qiao only recognized Chanel as a luxury brand, never considering whether it suited her.

Those materials would all be destroyed as a result. If that happened, it would be a real problem—collecting them again would not be easy.

Wang Guanghai found himself surrounded no matter how he tried to retreat. His only ace in the hole was Wu Zixin, so he had to remain calm. He fervently hoped she would wake up, as it would greatly aid their escape.

“Let her decide for herself once she’s recovered. Nothing more can be said now. If you try anything, I swear I will make sure she and her children vanish from your sight,” Lu Yinan asserted with a tone that was both a guarantee and a warning.

“You’ve always admonished us that learning the mystic arts is for vanquishing demons and monsters, for upholding Heaven’s justice—so why worry for us now? Don’t worry! Each must answer for their own deeds.” Zheng Sanjin spoke with heroic fervor, his words ringing with passion.

“Damn it.” Marui glanced up at the tennis ball flying over his head, gritted his teeth, and immediately reversed his steps, sprinting to the backcourt for the return.

Hadn’t he noticed that even some of the sect disciples had begun to look at him differently of late?

To master a spiritual treasure, one must first forge a bond with it. Following the instructions in his memory, Wang Hao sat cross-legged, channeling his energy as he let his blood meld with the blade.

The moment Qingyue opened the door, she became instantly alert, sensing another’s presence inside the room.

Leonard was not so lucky. Confronted with Ginobili, a master of behind-the-back switch dribbles, Leonard’s vaunted entangling defense proved useless, leaving him dominated throughout the match.

It seemed Wang Hao was the ultimate beneficiary. Yet, no one truly believed him to be the strongest; to everyone, this outcome was inextricably tied to Zhou Shan.

The Nameless Stele? He recalled a ghostly woman, Liu Fu, whom he had met before. She once said that in the graveyard outside Banyan City, there was an entrance to the underground city—surely, it must be this very stele.

“If Your Highness does not believe me, then I can only prove my innocence with my life!” Yun Qingrou bit her lip as she spoke.

There were grave issues with the players’ movement on the court. The Spurs’ offensive rhythm was disrupted, and with Walker at the helm, the Hornets seized the opportunity and launched a fierce comeback.

Yun Qingfeng casually dispatched a blood shadow in the air, his expression much improved, yet a persistent unease lingered in his heart. With a sigh, he nodded—he would simply have to take one step at a time.

Today was the student council assessment. She had originally intended to forgo it, worried about Huangfu Yi. But when Long Yi left and Chu sent his men to guard the door, she felt reassured enough to attend. After all, she had promised Liu Huali, and it would not do to break her word.

“Are you sure you don’t want to look?” Lan Zun could still smell the faint fragrance on her, his voice growing slightly hoarse.

“I apologize, my colleague may be in a bad mood.” Foleck explained dryly, trying to separate them and getting accidentally kicked in the process.

After graduation, such status would directly affect their standing within their circle.

“Thank you,” Zhuang Yi said, placing all ten cars into his own space.

“Good cars always tempt greedy hands. While I’m in the tower, I hope you’ll watch over them for me. Can you do that?” Zhuang Yi looked at him as he spoke.

“With the demon tribe defeated, even if any survived, who would dare use the demon surname, let alone the imperial one? As the saying goes, ‘as long as the green hills remain, one need not fear a lack of firewood.’ Sometimes, survival is the most important thing.”

After a rapid succession of footsteps, the door was flung open. Riddle could hear his top lieutenant nearly sprinting inside.

It was a peaceful place, and not far off lay a quiet tribe, small and settled on distant hills. The village looked primitive, the houses all built of wood.

Duanmu Ci opened the envelope and drew out an old-fashioned letter, its style unlike anything made in modern times, the inked words stark upon it.

“In truth, we could still resist,” Wei Yue said, frowning, uncertain how to proceed.

With a clear ringing sound, the old man’s broadsword could not withstand the blow and snapped apart, its owner hurled dozens of yards through the air, leaving only a trail of crimson blood behind.

Being surrounded and laughed at like a monkey, Zhou Yuanqiang could not quite get used to it.

Zhang Liufang had never witnessed that earth-shattering battle to seal the demon fox, so she had no inkling of the monstrous power and terror of the Celestial Fox of Secrets. She simply heard Zhang Tianhe and Zou Ping say that Li Yundong and his companions had sealed it away, and concluded that he must be even mightier than the fox itself.

“Thanks,” the captain began, but before he could finish, Zhou Tao’s figure vanished from sight, only to reappear several thousand meters away in the next instant, leaving everyone dumbstruck.

Master Huang Yuan nodded, reached out, and grasped the phantom. With a forceful tug, Lady Liu’s soul appeared in his hand. Her spirit had been greatly depleted from being absorbed by General Liu, and now she was extremely weak.

“Can anyone explain why one of our elite main battalions was held up by those natives for three whole days?” Mango asked, pointing at the battle report.

As it turned out, signs of instability had been reported at the Sacred Pool in Hidden Village half a month prior. The three elders in charge initially tried to repair and suppress it, but the situation soon changed—the instability resembled the result of the world’s spiritual energy being drained. No matter how much energy they poured in, it could not keep up.

“Anzhi, it’s been a long time.” Duanmu Ci still held deep feelings for the old servant who had followed him for decades.