Volume One, Chapter 21: The Cheerful Cricket Enthusiast Protagonist

The handsome man wielding the third spirit token, though he had repelled a Spirit Venerable, was evidently only a first-rank Spirit Venerable himself, merely slightly superior to the burly man he faced.

Late at night, the outside world was far from quiet; instead, it grew even more boisterous. Mu Ling dressed swiftly, donned his mask, and stepped out of the house with his hands behind his back. Liu Zeng and his companions were already waiting outside.

Shaoyao bit her lip, her mind elsewhere, consumed only by the desire to know when she could leave the Xiang residence.

Shui Yiren lay on the bed, exhausted and lifeless like a dead fish, tears threatening but unable to fall. Indeed, having a fool as a husband required extraordinary resilience.

Various introductions filled the courtyard gate, scaring the barking rural dogs into hiding behind the door, as if they sensed the danger posed by these formidable people.

Gao Zixuan swung his sword again at Zhong Xingyue. The rope Zhong Xingyue had thrown was not retracted; instead, with a flick of his arm, it suddenly coiled upward. Gao Zixuan, initially above the rope, was caught as it wrapped around him.

Since he had disguised himself and wandered the martial world carrying the scent of smoke, he had encountered no trouble.

Though the Martial Arts Assembly was still many days away, he wished to set out early to gather information about Ji Zheng's whereabouts along the way.

“No worries, Auntie. Huanhuan might be in a hurry to do her homework, and I’m heading to school too,” Song Xinghe said politely before turning away.

After a stern admonition, Yu Jin finally escaped his superior’s office.

The various clans proudly presented their elites. Yet that tower was no mere symbol of the clans; it was formidable, rumored to be divided into thirteen levels, each crafted by ancient masters. Despite the clans’ utmost efforts, they gained no advantage, only losing elites and suffering grave injuries.

Qi Shan aimed at the horse’s eye. Bang! Su Wan’s face paled as she tried to flee, but it was too late.

She completely forgot who had orchestrated the beautiful man’s scheme and promptly dismissed the memory of someone sneaking in last night to cajole her with lies. She decisively cast them out, swearing she would not be bothered.

The foot lifted and landed on the stone path, producing a faint, ordinary footstep, yet it tugged at everyone’s nerves.

However, she had no desire to explain this to Chen Ning, whose mind was already slow and now even more so. After a brief “Congratulations,” she silently hung up.

Upon hearing this, Madam Mei Yu exchanged a glance with Liu Fanli and smiled quietly, though it was unclear whether she believed it.

Though Yuan Fasi had taken away three thousand Wei soldiers, the problem of numerous stragglers and defeated soldiers in the prisoner camp remained unresolved. Under normal circumstances, these men could be scattered and reassembled into city defenses, but now that Xuzhou was no longer under Wei rule, Xiao Zong and others were unwilling to leave such a threat within the city.

Jian Man nodded as she looked at the exquisite lunchbox. Holding such an item was heavy, and having Xu Moqian deliver it was a good thing. She wanted to seize the opportunity to inquire about his relationship with Jiang Ya.

“After the prince marries, he should move elsewhere,” Zheng Qi said. Gao Yuanliang’s status meant he could not remain long at the Sili Colonel’s post.

If before he had thought the White-Robed Army’s swift capture was due to “natural vigilance,” he now dared not entertain any such hope.

Suddenly, she recalled the man who had broken into her room late at night, the one who had said: that kind of love only comes once in a lifetime.

The sinister man’s staff techniques collapsed. He took several axe blows in quick succession and was forced to leap backward using momentum. Blood poured from his wounds, deep enough to see the bone. Had he retreated even a fraction of a moment later, his limbs would have been severed, and he would have become nothing more than a human staff.

Fortunately, this timely reminder prevented disaster. Had it been any later, what would have become of the fusion of ice and fire? Jin Yang dared not imagine further and looked to the reminder for help.

“What is going on?!” No one was more surprised than Su Bei, who believed she thoroughly understood Erickson’s condition.

She made a decision: no matter how her body fared tomorrow, she could no longer stay with Xiao Tian. Staying any longer would drive her mad. She could not endure a man like Xiao Tian, who could change at any moment, nor could she continue deceiving Qiu Yan and her mother.

“He left? Impossible. A few days ago, he was still living here with the lady. Why would he suddenly leave? Princess, please stop joking!” another martial hero suddenly exclaimed.

In terms of spiritual power, although they had trained for twelve days, there was no progress. This was to be expected, as even I had taken a long time to sense spiritual power.

As a guild that had already become a king, it was incumbent upon them to quell various internal conflicts.

The ghost suddenly snapped back to awareness. Under the faint museum light, she could see the woman’s belly bleeding profusely and her face... indeed, a bleeding elder sister! So late at night, why was she here? And dragging that wet corpse? Where was she going? Why hadn’t she informed me when she returned?

After some thought, Old Zhang answered, “At least three or four days.” The main reason was that this room was too dilapidated; only the walls remained somewhat sturdy, while the roof had caved in, pressing down on a pile of dry leaves.