Volume One, Chapter 61: Shen Ruzhi, You Belong Beneath My Feet

Xia Qingning suddenly spoke, her words were spoken entirely out of instinct. After she finished, she herself was bewildered as to why she had said such a thing. The others wore equally pained expressions—not that they didn’t want to seek out that despicable horse thief, but Baifeng Han was simply too cunning. He didn’t appear anywhere else, but insisted on showing up at the Huajian Sect’s wedding, making things impossibly difficult for them.

Zhang Nianzu suddenly understood—no wonder. With the simple minds of Ah San and Ah Si, they could never have come up with such a dignified excuse. As she was lost in her reverie, a purple butterfly fluttered outside the window, its dance familiar somehow.

At last, the Sacred Heaven Sect could breathe a sigh of relief; in this contest of prodigies, they had finally regained some ground.

Suibo curled his lips in a cold sneer, his gaze mocking as he watched Gu Junhan. The man Xia Qingning loved with all her heart, it turned out, was just another blinded by power and status.

Yet, the envious glances and admiring whispers of the crowd had no effect on a certain someone, who was deep in sleep. Not until the preset alarm on her phone rang did she stir, entirely unaware that she had just been the subject of intense “observation.”

Zhang Liang let out a helpless grin. Telling the other party about this would probably do no good—except to invite trouble.

Shen Zixin shot her best friend a glare. She knew Zhao Yuanyuan had no filter, but after all, Chen Song was her classmate.

“You’re still trying to fool me! I did look for them. They arrived with luggage, their shoes were badly worn, and there was a kind of moss on them—not found here, but from a wetland not far from this place.”

Chen Feng felt a bit awkward; he had just accepted Shangguan Hanyin, and now he wondered how he would explain things to the wives of the grand residence.

Zhang Yifan, seeing the mechanical arm motionless, simply borrowed its skill and launched an attack on it.

Since there was a hidden quest, he had to accept it, especially since Xi was such a formidable NPC—the reward was bound to be excellent.

The man in the purple robe’s face darkened as he moved swiftly, a long spear materializing in his palm out of thin air.

It was precisely his exaggerated shout that caught the chief referee’s attention, prompting a sudden halt to the free kick.

Under the hazy moonlight, shadows flickered ceaselessly, the sound of weapons clashing echoing through the night.

Phoenix and Yang Jie’s faces changed as well. They, too, saw the strength of the toxin in Yuan Kun’s body, and neither of them had any means of attacking from afar.

Zhu Changlei thrust his spear with brutal force, the tip radiating a razor-sharp energy, like a giant steel awl piercing the void.

Kong Changqiu was extremely strict with the nine of them. No one was allowed to leave the Purple Bamboo Grove without his permission, not even Lin Changge. This left them feeling terribly stifled.

Dian Hua intended to conduct another experiment, but everyone in the Mouse Tribe had already undergone the Dreamy Eyes test, so none were eligible anymore.

“It’s fine, I’m already awake.” Lapis took another crisp bite of her apple, parted the folding screen, and looked toward the arena.

Wang Xuan left the private room alone, pretending to go to the restroom. He walked slowly, listening for any unusual sounds from the surrounding rooms, his eyes scanning his surroundings like a radar.

Such terrifying power was like burning paper with fire, slowly consuming Shinian until nothing remained.

After nearly thirty years of mixing in the capital, Song Zihui was a prominent figure. Everywhere he went, people called him Young Master Song or Brother Song. Now, to suffer defeat on his own turf and be played for a fool—he felt close to tears.

Though he hadn’t gotten the soul bone, there was no way the Pope, Bibidong, would get it for cheap. His objective was already more than half accomplished. In the future, whoever got the soul bone, he could simply kill and take it. Let those fools fight over it—he had no desire to take unnecessary risks.

“How far is Cousin’s house from here? I have a plane capsule,” Bulma said, pulling out a small capsule and handing it over.

Tang Jiu taught her how to build a treehouse, fish, roast meat, stargaze, tell stories, and ride spirit beasts with her in the forest.

Lei Chen had always thought of himself as a strong man, but for some reason, today he felt on the verge of tears. He took a few deep breaths to suppress the urge—otherwise, if word got out that a grown man had cried, people would laugh their heads off.

After all, the burden on Meng Qi’s shoulders was immense; it was unrealistic for him to accomplish the task alone. Only by gathering the strength of countless others could there be even the slightest chance—perhaps a one percent chance—of success.

“Khan, isn’t the second phase of this operation to attack the Khitan emperor’s location and try to capture or kill him?” Damaola asked with some confusion. He wasn’t directly involved in this operation and had been busy making weapons recently, so he didn’t know all the details of the plan.

Thus, the attempt to divide and win over the Eastern Chagatai Khanate ended in predictable failure. As for Ming, Timur still couldn’t quite grasp its system of power. Although there seemed to be opportunities, nothing had come of it yet. In this way, the Oirat, who were close to the battlefield, became Timur’s main target for alliance.

Selling soup dumplings was something Qin Lu had thought about back when he was at the Imperial Scholar Noodle House, but it was only recently that he started to put the idea into practice.

Yijing Xun could now catch all of Saka Akira’s shots, so he volunteered to be his practice partner.

A crimson demonic flame erupted like a volcanic blast, shooting forth like a meteor and crashing into Li Tianchen.

For something like this to happen in the same dormitory, it was clear that things could never return to normal.

Deliberately luring Li Tianchen was meant to expose the Merchants’ League and use the Human Alliance’s power to destroy it, but as for whether George Huasheng would be killed, he couldn’t be sure.

Originally, the Celestial Division had kept to themselves because of Wu Yazhi, but after Wu Yazhi fell atop Mount Tai, the Celestial Division emerged as well.

Li Tianchen chuckled. Although Wendy Garcia was nominally his wife, the two had long since drifted apart, each living separate lives.

Tang Feng took a card from his utterly empty wallet and placed it on the card holder.

“Yes, I took the video. If you think I’m guilty, just detain me like last time!” Liu Xiao couldn’t be bothered to explain. Any further argument would just drag Snowless into it.

Lu Cai was momentarily stunned, but then bowed to Lu Shaobei and retreated. Yet, from Lu Shaobei’s expression, he sensed something unusual, so after leaving, he lingered by the door, hoping to overhear their conversation.