Volume 1, Chapter 29: Deeply Missed

Upon hearing this news, Old Li and the others stared at me with wide eyes, their faces filled with disbelief and shock.

With a flash of light, Renault returned to the spiritual liquid pool in the temple. Without a moment's hesitation, he stored the Puppet Sword Emperor, Black Fiend, into the world of the Star Sword Map.

The bedside cabinet was laden with snacks—fruits, melon seeds, and beef jerky—likely purchased by Feng Ling, Huang Deli, and Phyllis, who had probably prepared them so he could eat the moment he awoke.

The expressions on Renault and Murong Yan’s faces had remained grim since the night before, a deepening sense of doubt and helplessness lingering in their hearts.

Behind the spot where Sabei had stood, a massive statue had been erected, beautifully capturing the divine countenance of Sabei as the representative of the True God.

Thinking of this, the fifth-order Sword Saint could not help but feel a chill crawl down his spine, even as a surge of uncontrollable rage ignited within him.

Ximen Yinglong felt a twinge of regret. While he hadn't harbored high hopes of winning Shangguan Qingxue’s favor—given that a rival like Dongfang Zhu stood in his path—he had never expected his way to be blocked by Renault, leading to a direct confrontation.

Then, the ball of light that the man had transformed into seemed to shatter like a bubble, eventually vanishing without a trace, as if he had never existed in this world at all.

Immortal Venerable Lingyuan believed that the strength he currently displayed was enough to secure him a firm place within the Huashan Sect, and making short work of Wang Hui would be no challenge at all.

Only then did Junjie notice a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties sitting across from him on the sofa. The man looked furious, his shirt only half-worn, his left arm exposed and wrapped in white bandages.

Now, Lan Youming had finally pierced through the veil of uncertainty; in the quiet of this early morning on campus, he had finally connected all the dots.

With a snap of his fingers, a series of shrill, harrowing screams rang out. Before the four ghosts could even beg for mercy, they dissolved into wisps of green smoke, vanishing into thin air.

The surrounding environment seemed to be caught up in the momentum of this energy flow, resembling the howling winds and flying debris of a typhoon.

Lan Youming flicked his right hand gently, and the air seemed to distort. At that moment, the laws of the entire space were subjected to a violent subversion, turning an orderly world into utter chaos.

Xiao Xiaosheng’s ranking surged from the sixties all the way to fourteenth, displacing Hengming Wuchen, while Cang Moxiao leaped from eighty-second to fiftieth. Seeing his own ranking, Bu Qianhuai nodded with satisfaction.

However, with the mission complete and the sensation of his strength slowly returning, Ying Sha was overjoyed. With a phantom grasp of his hand, the blade *Autumn Slicer* appeared. The sword hummed, as if celebrating its master’s release and return to the mortal realm.

"Are you going?" Gu Lingge pulled a cloak over her shoulders and looked at Qing Ruifan. The man before her shook his head but said he would arrive shortly, telling Gu Lingge to go ahead. Without another word, Gu Lingge took the hand warmer from Li Xia’s hand and headed toward the main hall.

"We should probably take a look at the first floor first," Sikou Mo couldn't help but smile bitterly. He hadn't expected this item to bring him such trouble; he wanted to hand it over to them so they could explore on their own, yet he found himself unable to part with it.

A bead of sweat trickled down the corner of Ji Ziming’s eye. This battle was proving to be a massive headache. Had his foundation not been so severely damaged, he would never have feared a pursuit from an official of the Life-Chasing Division.

"I think you’ve gone soft from working at the Su Corporation," Guan Muhua said, pulling Lin Bixiao toward Bi Qianmo.

Hearing Kongming Twelve-Night speak again, the Beast King frowned, and his figure vanished from where he stood. Yet, the moment his sharp claws reappeared, the figure of Kongming Twelve-Night vanished in the same instant.

Upon hearing this, Yu Yanran spoke in a low voice, though there was no hint of blame in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Luo Hao arrived at the Demon Sword Elder’s cave dwelling. The elder was sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion, and seemingly sensing Luo Hao’s presence, he slowly opened his deep, piercing eyes.

Even now, the False Snakehead refused to believe the possibility that had just crossed his mind.

I do not know how much time passed, but not until Yumu could no longer move a finger did Chen Xiaoran finally let her go. Gasping for breath, a sweat-drenched Yumu leaned against Chen Xiaoran’s chest.

At that moment, Luo Hao, who had been sitting with his eyes tightly shut, suddenly opened them. A flash of white light flickered in his gaze, and at the same time, a whistling sound erupted from the surrounding space.

Jian Yan respectfully approached the car door, opening the back seat for Chen Xiaoran and Su Yating.

The backlash from the barrier had initially repelled me, struggling to hold me back, but later, the power within the barrier gradually accepted me, wrapping around my hands.

Chen Xiaoran sat in the hot spring, his back against the edge, his arms spread out and resting on the rim, a towel covering his face.

"Thank you! Please take good care of her during this final month," Dongfang Ziyan said in a low voice as he entered the room, which was filled with the scent of medicine and guarded by a door of red sandalwood.

Zhao Hui joined Li Zhaoguo and the other students as they boarded the bus, which then started up and pulled onto the road.

At this moment, Jia Ba finally crept slowly behind Zhang Nianzu, his arms outstretched, waiting for a foolproof opportunity.