Volume One, Chapter 21: From This Day On, You Are Aunt’s Daughter

A dozen or so Saints, each bringing their disciples, gathered together on the same mountain peak—a situation exceedingly rare in any power or faction.

“Heh heh, now you have nowhere to run!” The black mechanical lifeform laughed wildly beyond the sea of fire, then prepared to launch another missile.

“I’ve found you! The one who can’t escape now is you!” Zixiang once again summoned the fire element, and a crimson thunderbolt struck down, utterly obliterating the black mechanical being.

The strength of those who have returned to truth carries the ripples of the laws themselves. The laws are the very essence of the world’s order, once unique to heaven and earth. Yet, through the relentless efforts of countless heroes in the Age of Myth, living beings finally discovered the means to steal the power of these laws and make them their own.

The date of the make-up exam drew near, and Zhang Zhiping found himself increasingly unsettled and anxious. Though he had petulantly declared he would find someone else to help him, in the end he found no one willing to lend a hand.

With a casual air, Gu Qingyuan strode away, leaving behind Lin Peng and Wang Xinyi, both standing rooted to the spot, faces flushed red.

The corridor stretched into utter darkness, its end nowhere in sight, as if it led nowhere at all. Yet there was no hint of anxiety on the youth’s face; he walked forward at a leisurely pace, as if out for a stroll after dinner.

After the leader was subdued by the seeker of scriptures, the ghostly soldiers were frightened out of their wits, scattering in all directions. At that moment, Black and White Impermanence, acting under the command of the King of the Underworld, personally arrived to assist the master and disciples in capturing the souls. Thus, the disciples stormed directly into Kangju City through the breach at the western gate.

After Ouyang Yibing and Zhang Xinyu finished shopping, it was already past seven in the evening. After exchanging a few brief words, they took a taxi back to Ziwei Blossom Garden, where all the essentials—bedsheets, towels, toothbrushes—had already been prepared.

About twenty minutes later, Li Xiuyuan received a text message from the head monk, claiming he was in urgent need of money and asking Li Xiuyuan to transfer him some funds.

The blond-haired student had barely finished speaking before he turned and ran off; along the way, everyone could clearly see his tears falling through the air.

In the northwest corner of Zhou Family Village stood a self-built school. In just a week, construction would be complete, and it was expected to accommodate three to five thousand students.

As soon as Zhao Yan got out of the car, he killed a man—he clearly had no qualms at all about ordinary people like them.

“What should we do? Must we really let this bastard deliver it inside?” At this moment, Zhan Xiaoyu muttered anxiously to herself.

“If we agree, I’m afraid we’ll be less than dogs in their eyes from now on.” The man glanced at Pu Zekai, a faint smile on his lips as he spoke.

“Jingyun, you know I don’t mean that,” Li Xiuyuan said, setting down the grade report.

While the big shots descended into chaos among themselves, Zhang Chen let out a sigh of relief and, seizing the opportunity, glanced behind him.

Back then, Loren hadn’t thought so far ahead, but now it seemed deliberately orchestrated to display the might of the Empire to the other principalities, both to intimidate and to assert authority.

Every measure and precaution was designed to ensure they could not escape by any means.

Gexi Wuying calculated the time. Judging by the schedule, if the King had taken Yun Piaoying directly to the Mountain of Darkness, they’d have reached Tianlai City already. To reach the altar, they would have to pass through the High Priest, making Tianlai City an unavoidable waypoint. In that case, it seemed very likely the King had disguised himself as a merchant to sneak into Tianlai City.

On the cliff face, the flower-eating beasts were in dire straits at the hands of Gexi Yan, Gexi Yunshang, and Shen Zhangtian. Though they held the advantage on the cliff, the trio’s nimble tactics left them dizzy and disoriented, and Gexi Yan would occasionally slash at their claws, making the beasts almost unable to endure it.

As Li Jing’er turned to leave, she caught, from the corner of her eye, the interaction between Jian Xi and Cao Ge—a scene that stung her deeply.

Xu Qian ignored Yan Bin, instead raising his hand to perform rapid calculations, his left thumb tapping nimbly against the pads of his other fingers, deducing the outcome in the style of the Nine Palaces and Flying Stars.

The expression of the Bill family’s War Commander changed; he discretely stepped back, his battle power surging, as taut as a drawn bowstring. The fate of the ghoul was right before his eyes, and he could not help but treat the situation with utmost seriousness.

With his mother and elder sister in the middle, even if Mo Ming wanted to fall out with the family, it would not be easy.

“You’re wrong, so foolish! It should be like this.” Chen Xiaozhou raised his arm slightly, his tone exasperated.

Moreover, in his view, Ye Su’s potential was terrifying—likely a cultivator who had emerged from some formidable and secretive lineage.

“Heh, I’m destitute—so poor that all I have is money. Twenty-five million!” President Ma grinned hideously at Lin Shiwei.

If Yan Buping tried to mess with him, he’d probably be proud of cutting off his supplies—but that would be the perfect moment to surprise him with a grand counterattack and savor watching his reaction.

Mu Chenyu suddenly fixed her with an unhappy glare. “I’ve never heard you call me ‘husband’ even once. Today, here and now, I want to hear you say it: ‘Husband, only then can you eat!’” He commanded her imperiously.

In the side chamber of Lingxiao Pavilion, within the Spirit Consort’s bedchamber, the Spirit Consort sat restlessly on her chair. This man had been gone so long—when would he return? Her body was nearing collapse; she could not hold out much longer.

“How did you get here? It’s only been a few minutes! This is insane!” Li Yi couldn’t help but exclaim. “You should join our national team and win a gold medal. Let the Americans see our Chinese spirit!”

“The most expensive? Of course, the price doubles. You know, there are palms to grease—police, the brothers, everyone needs their share.” The man in the hat chuckled nervously, rubbing his hands together.