Volume One, Chapter 67: Why Does Song Qitian Want to Help Shen Ruzhi?

“Ling Han, I’ve come to save you. We’ve won.” Gu Lan gently shook the unconscious Ling Han as she spoke. She could not accept that the man in her arms might die just like this. He hadn’t yet accompanied her to the capital for the Monster Hunter Conference, nor taken her to visit his sect. There were still so many places they needed to see together.

“If we don’t teach her a good lesson today and curb her temper, won’t she climb onto our heads and make a nest there? And you’re praising her? If she gets carried away, I’m afraid even I, as her mother, won’t be able to discipline her in the future!” The last thought—whether you’ve lost your mind—remained unspoken.

“The Age of Gods? Heh, it’s more apt to call it the Era of the Gods…” the sacred voice said.

The people of the Myriad Phoenix Immortal Dynasty wore expressions of utter despair. Their peerless Immortal Emperor had been defeated, and their Dao Sovereigns had been slaughtered. What fate awaited them now?

Zhang Shan shouted, steeling himself and launching the most powerful strike of the Azure Wolf Fist, his punch force terrifying.

The Hall of Loyalty’s leader chuckled. “If you entrust us with the authority over Qingzhou’s martial world, within a year, at the very least, this amount will be in your hands!” As he spoke, he raised his palm, indicating a number.

Exchanging for a Qi Condensation Pill from the sect required twenty merit points, but his only cost fifteen. For novice disciples, saving points was crucial, so every Immortal Cultivation Tournament saw impressive sales of Qi Condensation Pills.

Wasn’t this saying, in essence, that a college student like Chen Fan couldn’t possibly afford a car on his own?

Thus, during these recent hunting trips, they somehow wandered near Octagon Hamlet and tidied up a mountain cave, taking residence there.

Even worse, after the Tianliang Bandits made such a scene, neither Wudang nor Shaolin were implicated, yet the Huashan Sect was saddled with a terrible reputation. This burly, bearded man looked both extraordinary and inscrutable—could he be a spy sent by the imperial court?

Cao Fugui always struck them as an honest man. The eight-hundred-yuan bride-price—he paid it without a word, an utter fool.

With the fall of that Yuan soldier, the rest atop the city wall fell into chaos.

But for the vampires, who were already sated, further attacks at this moment would have been unwise.

“The location is locked. Second Tiger and I are heading over now,” Sanzi said immediately upon answering the call.

“Why are you still awake? Is there something else?” Miaoxuan sat up, asking Yinniang in surprise.

Everyone followed the direction Maple Leaf indicated and saw two green, flickering things. Such sights in the forest were always a bit unnerving.

But in that split-second, somehow the black-clad man’s body began to shrink rapidly, as if he were a loach, making it impossible to grasp him.

“Get to the point,” Geng Haoshi said, most annoyed with the system’s profound and incomprehensible theories.

At the edge of the field, many spectators, stirred by Geng Haoshi’s mid-air slam dunk, began to harbor hopes that Tiancheng Institute of Technology might clinch the championship.

All seasoned cultivators recognized the speaker as Scarlet Dragon Xunhang of the Great Dragon Empire. If they were mistaken for invaders, the empire would surely hunt them down, so everyone froze in fear.

The look of surprise faded from Night Star Soul’s face, replaced by a delighted grin. Truly, there was no lack of oddities in the world—someone actually brought a stack of ten-thousand Hong Kong dollar notes to dine at the restaurant. Was that wad meant to be thrown at people?

At dawn, Ye Yang awoke from a dream, finally exhaling the pent-up foul air from his chest. All his wounds vanished without a trace; Zeng Xuan’s soul arts were indeed miraculous.

Shen Fengming found it amusing to hear this. If Wei Jian was still waiting at this hour, not one of that family of four would be home before dark. But if he was just a bit more patient… he might even have caught up with Shen himself.

Zhi Fei thought the suggestion reasonable. Without an imperial edict, there was no way he could intervene. To avoid missing the moment, he hurried to the palace.

Song Ran, stammering with guilt, apologized repeatedly: “I have been remiss today, Young Master. I said I would recite to you, and so I should have today…” His expression was utterly sincere. Xia Yan ignored him and left with the scholar.

After opening it, he found a message from a weapons collector, seeking to purchase a German Type 44 coastal submarine from World War II.

This was also the most common way to seize the advantage in mountain warfare, but the city’s builders had anticipated this disadvantage. Licheng was not built right against the cliffs; instead, there was a gentle slope, placing a hundred and fifty paces between the city and the hillside—well out of bowshot range.

Guan Daiyu had stopped crying, staring nervously at her uncle. But Guan Mo remained silent.

If you lifted the green leaves disguising him, you’d see horrifying red blisters all over his body, some festering and oozing blood.

Looking at Fang Ling’er, her smile was bright and genuine. Even the food she cooked smelled delicious, making Lin Hanxi realize just how hungry she truly was.

At that moment, the Tiger Soul within Gao Tiantian transformed into a cold, white current, relentlessly remaking her constitution.

Zhao Huajian had only ever held Sun Xue’er’s hand; nothing had happened in bed. So, with Yang Lefan’s prompting, his curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn’t help but ask.

“Very well! If Brother Song wishes to aid Liu Wuzhou, you may leave at any time! Should you need our army’s support, I will never hesitate!” Yu Ming replied solemnly.

Yang Lefan’s voice was cold and sharp as a blade, brooking no argument. His gaze was like a drawn weapon—chilling, ruthless, the kind forged on the battlefield, enough to make anyone shudder.

But how could Yu Ming let himself die alongside him? With a metallic ring, he drew the curved sword Muba Shafu had given him, then struck upward with all his might, snapping Shan Xiongxin’s spear in two. Without losing momentum, he drove his own spear into Shan Xiongxin’s chest.

The doctor, seeing his improved complexion and unyielding attitude, guessed the transfusion was no longer necessary and removed the IV from his right hand.

“The victim was thrown a great distance; their injuries are horrific, flesh mangled beyond recognition. There’s a real risk to their life—they’ve been sent to the hospital and are being rescued,” Shen Qingyou replied respectfully.