Volume One, Chapter 30: Forging a Dagger

Shang Yinqiong was nearly petrified on the spot. She felt that Cheng Xu really needed to have his brain checked; he seemed to have some serious issues. Clearly, since arriving at the banquet, she had not spoken a single word to him, nor had she even glanced his way—her attitude should have been more than evident. How could he possibly imagine she would follow him?

Cheng Xu, seemingly needing to vent all the pent-up frustration in his heart, spoke on his own, "Can you just get lost? Don't ever appear before me again for the rest of your life. You aren't even worth a single strand of Yu'er's hair. Why am I so unlucky to be pestered by a jinx like you!"

Shang Yinqiong let out a heavy sigh, barely suppressing the urge to throw a punch.

Although his current cultivation was suppressed to the peak of the first-stage Heaven Realm, his true strength was at the absolute limit of the third-stage Heaven Realm. Yet, two years ago, when they were both newcomers, even at the peak of the first-stage Heaven Realm, they had not possessed such formidable combat power.

Because the Sixth Child did not call him often, every time he did, it was certainly for something important.

The "Zhouliu Six-Void Technique" was originally cultivated by integrating the "Eight Energies of Zhouliu." Before Liang Siqin broke his cultivation, his internal energy returned to its primordial state, redistributing into the "Eight Energies." Therefore, to withstand the Heavenly Tribulation, one had to unify the eight energies; once they were completely dispersed, it would be the end of him.

As he spoke, Lin Yi moved his mind, controlling a seed of divine consciousness and shooting it toward another seed that radiated an ancient aura.

"I truly don't know. If I have said even a word of falsehood, I am willing to be struck by lightning," Mojieke said, his entire body limp with terror.

"Enough, I won't waste my breath on you anymore. As for those men who pursued you before, don't say you weren't satisfied—even if you were, I wouldn't be. I would have driven them away. Those people were nothing but beasts; they were only after you. Don't think I don't know that," Lin Wan'er said indignantly, her face full of disgust.

Le Zhiyang's attempt to be clever backfired, and he could only suffer in silence. A wild wind howled in his ears, and the cliffs, grass, and trees flashed past him. Suddenly, his whole body jolted. With a series of cracking sounds from his bones, Le Zhiyang was thrown far away, his vision went black, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

Jiang Yuan and Ji Ziqing couldn't help but smile bitterly at these words; they dared not disparage a powerhouse like the slovenly old man.

In the face of such a disaster, he could hardly protect himself; what right did he have to demand control over the fate of others?

The blood-colored Heavenly Dragon let out a low roar, launched itself forward, and dived straight into the massive sinkhole.

On one side, Tang Li regretted getting involved with Li Qing, and on the other, Li Qing regretted dating Tang Li.

In a situation where rare resources are scarce, the division of spoils inevitably leads to huge problems. Therefore, occupying abundant resources depends on strength and background.

At the beginning, Jiang Tingting hired a lawyer, attempting to absolve herself of her crimes by claiming she only liked the child, Dou Dou, and had brought him home to play for a couple of days. She insisted she had no intention of causing, and indeed had not caused, any harm to the child; it was all just a misunderstanding.

During those years serving as a guard in the inner courtyard, he had experienced no fewer than a hundred battles. How could the combat power honed between life and death be compared to that of an inexperienced, wet-behind-the-ears piece of trash?

I looked at the restaurant; it had no sign, nothing at all, and the people inside were few and far between.

Half an hour passed this way. Fang Bashan's breathing grew heavier, and the speed of his punches slowed down; he looked soft and limp, as if he had no strength left.

He could ban people once, twice, three, or four times, but as Yan Yiyi's exposure increased and she garnered more attention, statements like "everyone who has ever insulted Yan Yiyi will be banned" were bound to appear.

"Fine, hurry it up, I have things to do," the merchant said, his mouth stretching wide to reveal yellowed teeth, urging them on with the smile of a cunning businessman.

Above Su En, the severed head sneered, seemingly mocking Su En for having no way to deal with this.

Li Ang nodded and left to prepare the items. The Liongong Club had closed, Rongsheng and Fu Mingzhan were fighting, and Fu Mingzhan had called me several times, but I didn't answer. Zuo Zhu had returned to Yanyang Jufu on his own, but he had closed it down and handed the land deed to me.

Hearing the two men's shouts, Li Yanjing's heart sank. Before he could react, he had already collided squarely with Xiang Yu.

"Third Brother, is it really impossible?" Taibai Jinxing still felt unwilling, asking with a glimmer of hope.

After Xu Xin finished her song, she naturally received countless rounds of applause. The audience recognized the voice, not the person. Since they didn't know Xu Xin's true face, they were naturally completely deceived.

The Grave Robber looked at me and sheathed his golden sword, pointing toward the direction of the Golden City: "Then can you explain why the Golden City is glowing?" He then looked at me with a meaningful gaze.

Having stayed in the secret realm for about a week, Li Changlin knew that he would probably have to use the Moonlight Box to reach the Upper Realm.

His speed and reactions seemed to have decreased slightly. The fat man didn't remember the original stats, but they were likely in the low sixties.

This was rare in the Divine Realm Continent. After all, martial artists cultivate by defying the heavens; who would believe in such things?

This Xifu special envoy was so powerful and so young; his future achievements were surely unimaginable. For the Shitian Gate, the fact that Xifu possessed a disciple with such astonishing talent and strength was nothing short of a nightmare.

However, the Zhang Yi before him seemed to be an exception, appearing completely indifferent to the threats of a deity like himself.

There was another one, wearing a tiger-skin coat, carrying a heavy sword on his back, with eyes like thunder and fire.

I felt it was all quite absurd; how could a deity be like this? But remembering how the Grand Duke of Taisui had swapped my body with Lan Shuangshuang's, I realized that deities were just like people, possessing various emotions and different personalities; they could be quite unreliable when they wanted to be. Still, I couldn't imagine that the old woman in front of me was a deity.

Zhao Chunliang didn't speak. He walked a few steps toward the position on his left, then squatted down and stared at the trunk of a tree.

Jiang Shan considered this a helpless compromise. After all, he couldn't be too demanding of Bai Ruoxin. Although he was a bit tired, he didn't have anything else to do in the afternoon, did he?

"Oh, young master, you really are something. Why are you always thinking about eating big meals?" Shi Qingxuan flatly rejected the fox's proposal. The atmosphere turned a bit cold, and Zhenzhen hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

He now looked at Zheng Weimin with a mix of hatred and fear. He felt the man surnamed Zheng was like a rock in a latrine—stinking and hard—or like a fishbone stuck in his throat, extremely uncomfortable.

"A man from the Northeast suddenly dropped into our Tibet reconnaissance company; can he hold his ground?" the old chief asked with a smile. The Tibetan Plateau is not like other regions; it is extremely difficult to adapt to.

Last night, there had been only one third-order mutant attacking the camp. If there had been two, Yue Zhong would have had to flee for his life alone. If he had encountered a fourth-order mutant, Yue Zhong would likely have been killed by those monsters in a single exchange.

Seeing the money Zheng Weimin handed over, the old woman did not decline. She wiped her dim eyes with hands as thin as withered branches, feeling that she had met a kind person today, and suddenly, with teary eyes, she prepared to kneel before Zheng Weimin.