Chapter One Hundred: Hypocrisy

Lu Yazhu’s classmates were growing ever more vicious in their words, but Li Qiuling paid them no heed. She looked at Lu Yazhu, and her eyes could not help but reveal a fierce hatred.

The reason she had become what she was today, reduced to a dancer cast to any man, was because the disaster at Qianyun Temple had destroyed everything she had.

She ought to hate Lu Yalan. If not for trying to make trouble for Lu Yalan, she would never have gone to Qianyun Temple at the maid’s instigation, and then she would not have... none of what followed would have happened.

And yet Lu Yalan had helped her too. When she was at her most miserable and helpless, when everyone else looked at her with contempt and disdain, only Lu Yalan, the very person she had once nearly killed, reached out a hand to her.

Even now, Li Qiuling still remembered Lu Yalan’s eyes that day—clear, pure...

Thinking of all this, Zhang Yang felt restless and irritable. He looked at the cigarette burned down to ash in his hand, then drew out another and lit it. He did not take a single puff from this one; he merely watched the smoke coil up between his fingers, rise, and slowly fade away, staring blankly like that. Thinking of nothing. Watching in silence.

To give a more realistic example: if that old witch, without any outside help, could face dozens of sharp arrows flying at her all at once and dissolve them with her miraculous sorcery, then I would be convinced.

She rubbed her forehead in silence, then rose to her feet, picked up the stool beside her, lifted it high, and hurled it outside.

Di Tian slashed his sword toward Tiannan, while the realm lord used the Undying Divine Fire to resist the force of the seal and the power of the plane to withstand the terrifying energy within Di Tian.

Digging a trap that could hold a giant bear nearly three meters tall was also a tremendous undertaking. In order to save time, I had to get to work at once.

If only he had known better, he should not have indulged himself so much last night. Su Yuche must have been secretly delighted, hadn’t he?

Before Ajiu could speak, he sealed Ajiu’s mouth with his own lips, greedily savoring the sweetness. Fine, he admitted it: when he heard Zhao Lü’s provocative declaration, a trace of jealousy had indeed stirred in his heart.

If it had been the old him, he would probably not even have bothered thinking about it, and would simply have told the old spirit of the artifact to say it outright.

Suddenly, a cold sword edge was pressed against Ling Qiu’s throat, causing much of the sorrow in Ling Qiu’s mind to vanish at once.

Tun Tun saw that Gu Anxing seemed a little angry, and immediately fell silent, lowering its head slightly with a touch of grievance.

“Lingxiao Ancient Road!” Xingmeng softly mouthed those few words. The smile on her face had already faded, and a trace of solemnity had entered her eyes.

As for the divine guards, demon servants, and beast slaves, they were all hidden within the Heaven-Reaching Stone, and could be summoned at any time whenever needed.

“Heh. If Young Master Zhao has forgotten, I do not mind taking Feifei to the Zhao residence and asking Old Master Zhao for it. I recorded everything you just said, with both video and audio—very clear indeed. Young Master Zhao, perhaps you should think this through carefully.” Sun Xiyun said with a smile that did not reach his eyes.

When people pursue something, they often do not realize how wonderful their former lives were until they have suffered a brutal blow.

Those words came from the heart, that sense of accomplishment that comes from giving everything for a victory, that special feeling of fighting beside everyone and giving it your all.

The golden man clearly had not expected Tang Huan to pull such a move. He staggered forward at once. Tang Huan seized the long spear and surged in close; in an instant, he had already reached the golden man’s front and smashed a punch out like a thunderbolt. The golden man hurriedly abandoned the spear and met him with a punch of his own.

Though he himself felt nothing remarkable about it, in the eyes of ordinary people nearly everything he did was legendary and formidable. Not to mention that there were many matters involving ancient martial arts that Qin Yu knew nothing about at all.

But just as Pan Ke clenched his teeth and was about to let his right palm fall, a roar suddenly erupted, every syllable like thunderclaps, deafening to the ear.

The armor on his body could withstand three full-force strikes without trouble. Chen Haoran’s attack was fierce, but it absolutely could not break through his armor. And if he seized this chance to kick Chen Haoran flying, Chen Haoran would be finished.

“Since he does not want to die, then give him a way out.” Tang Huan’s figure suddenly appeared beside the giant rock demon spirit, and a peculiar smile spread across his face. Compared with the “Wilderness Heaven Corpse” he had just taken down, this giant rock demon spirit was far better suited to serve as the spirit of a divine weapon.