Volume One, Chapter 47: Lucky Break?

“Red Luan, this time, you’ve gone too far!”

Old Liu hovered above his true form, his tone tinged with displeasure.

Upon hearing this, Red Luan, unlike her usual sharp retorts, unusually restrained her smile, lowering her head to gently tap the water’s surface with her beak, toying with the scattered pebbles beneath.

Xuan Ling was watching a few of her kind swimming joyfully in the small pond. After a long moment, a faint smile appeared on her face.

Come to think of it, these little ones all shared the same lineage as herself!

Master Lou seemed down-to-earth, weaving casually between the seats and greeting everyone personally, embodying an unpretentious and easygoing demeanor that befitted a man of great stature. It was clear he commanded respect and popularity here, as many stood to greet him warmly.

Yet Ye Han felt an inexplicable pull, a voice calling him onward, urging him to move forward.

Suddenly, he reached out and lightly flicked Tang Murong’s forehead with his fingertip. Tang Murong, who had been averting her gaze shyly, looked up in startled surprise, a faint blush blooming on her cheeks.

Moreover, both of them harbored deep resentment toward Zhu Yizhi. Now that Huang Xuanling had stepped in to reprimand him, they both welcomed the outcome with quiet satisfaction.

In the distance, shadows flickered as another large figure appeared—a man even bigger than the previous fat one.

At dawn, the sentries stationed along the riverbank in Zhongzhou heard a faint commotion from the east. After a while, a dense crowd suddenly materialized along the main road by the river.

“Here, Zombie Face, this jar is for you,” the fat man said, stuffing an ancient artifact shaped like a jar into Zombie Face’s hands.

“General, Commander Zhang of the White Tiger Cavalry has arrived,” announced the messenger as Taishi Ci was analyzing the situation for the generals.

“Brother Ji Yu, no need for formalities. This was a last resort. Without strict rules, how can order be maintained?” Xiao Yi hurried over, extending his hand to support him. They clasped arms warmly, and Xiao Yi introduced Zheng Ying, Wei Youruo, and the others. In the late Han period, such gestures were reserved for true friends.

Along the way, vast fields of glowing grass swayed in the breeze, shimmering with a captivating light. Insects danced and frolicked among the luminous blades, creating a scene of enchanting vitality.

Xia Yuan reflected on his cultivation path: the Realm of Spiritual Transmission lay ahead, beyond which was the Realm of Transcendence, followed by the Realm of Unity, and finally the Realm of the Celestial.

Frozen in place for over ten seconds, Li Yanyang could bear it no longer. With a sudden shake, Zhong Miaoke lost her footing and fell, causing a gasp among the onlookers. Yet Zhong Miaoke’s smile remained unchanged. As expected, Li Yanyang caught her mid-fall, just as they had practiced countless times before.

“I’ve already gone to find Cui Wanshan. He’ll be here soon. Afterward, Liu Ruidong and I will put on a double act. Summer Yuan will either die or be doomed,” Qin Yu sneered coldly.

He suddenly sensed a faint aura suppressing the area, preventing him from using force against the villagers.

Cheng Chen held a list and had already gathered information about the students from the counselor. Zhong Miaoke’s photo was beautiful, and her background was rich. Seeing her in person today was even more stunning.

A domineering and overwhelming fist surged from Su Li, who felt as if his punch carried the weight of ten thousand tons, his heart brimming with boundless pride.

“The foundation of our Eastern Wilderness will soon be evident to you all,” Qin Huang said calmly, his voice devoid of anger but with an icy expression. The Heavenly Court members merely smiled and said no more.

The three, deprived of their senses, changed expressions drastically. The sword-shaped sun immediately shattered their assault, the violent shockwave ripping the ground beneath them for dozens of yards, sending dust billowing into the sky.

Thus, such elixirs were reserved for moments of unavoidable crisis, chosen only when no other option remained.

Upon seeing the attire and appearance of the people around him, Su Ze was utterly stunned. Where was this place?

As she watched, Qian Xuan noticed a strange dissonance in Seventh Brother’s abilities. She had heard from Eighth Brother that Seventh Brother was a wind-element user, but now it seemed otherwise. The winds he summoned were far more destructive than ordinary, twice as powerful at least. Narrowing her eyes, Qian Xuan sensed… traces of spatial energy within them.