Volume 1 Chapter 21 Leaving Hancheng

After disposing of the Zhu father and son and erasing all traces of his presence, Duan Wuhen climbed out through the window.

At Villa 009 in Xincheng Bay, Yan Xiyue, who usually fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, found herself uncharacteristically plagued by insomnia. Tossing and turning in bed, she eventually sat up and walked to the balcony, hoping the night air would help her relax.

Suddenly, a figure gradually emerged under the glow of the streetlights. Yan Xiyue squinted, focusing her gaze, and could no longer maintain her composure. How could this silhouette look so much like Duan Wuhen? Heart racing with excitement, she threw on a coat and rushed out the door.

Duan Wuhen raised...

Densely packed and seemingly infinite, the gazes of every cultivator converged instantly upon the Holy City. Other prodigal cultivators present exchanged meaningful smiles; among the top-tier experts here, there were two from the human race: Liu Xinyu of the Orthodox Path and Piaomiao of the Demonic Path.

Snow Peak was not only a sanctuary for adventurers, but its sunrise was also breathtaking. Through the thin mist, the pristine white mountain reflected the sun's rays, appearing from a distance like a mountain of gold.

Mo Zhanchen immediately thought of the poison inside Tuoyue—a toxin capable of killing not only puppets but also war-slaves that had survived for a thousand years. No wonder the Ninth Sister said that whenever she was injured and bled, she felt a sense of encroaching danger.

The Magitech Soldier possessed an intelligence attribute uncommon to ordinary constructs, though it was not quite as clever as Mr. Poet. Following Audrey’s instructions, it hurriedly swapped out its cold-iron ammunition drum.

Wang Bo looked back and forth, feeling overwhelmed by the choices. Just as he was unsure how to decide, he suddenly thought of Lin Shuya.

After listening to the old man’s explanation, Qiao An gained a deeper understanding of the local situation, yet one question remained unanswered. He spent about five minutes organizing his thoughts, drafting his response mentally before speaking with composed deliberation.

"Oh, Brother Luo! We haven’t seen each other for so long, and now you’ve become so boring!" Luo Mo ran over and grabbed Wang Luo’s arm.

Zhao Jia believed that to achieve hegemony, one must employ the methods of kings and tyrants; schemes and intrigues might succeed for a moment, but they were never the righteous path. He knew that Su Mo was difficult to deal with, but he hadn't expected him to see through the purpose of his visit so quickly.

To prove her resolve, she even crawled out from under the covers, causing Le Tian to gasp.

Xiao Changyin had mastered this technique for many years, but limited by his own aptitude and cultivation, he could only contend with early-stage Longevity Realm cultivators by relying on the technique combined with the support of the Three Yin terrain.

Jiang Cheng had previously been confused as to why the white fog here was so thick and refused to dissipate even during the day. It was because the area was driven by a formation, manipulating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create such heavy mist.

"This is a good thing for Beichen. He is just an illegitimate son; it won't be hard to explain to the Li family. As long as Wanning is willing, we can just bring the child back when the time comes." As he spoke, Zhang Luansong rotated the jade thumb ring on his hand.

Seeing that Le Tian did not move, Liu Jianqiang waved his hand. Two men walked over to Liao Xueqing and carried her away, seemingly toward the room next door.

Page Four: After the thirteenth cycle of great destruction and the passing of countless ages, when would the fourteenth cycle of great destruction begin?

"Thank you for your appreciation, sir!" Sas was sincerely impressed by Tang Le; there were too few bosses like Tang Le who didn't meddle in their subordinates' work.

"What are you doing? You helped me catch a mouse, does that mean I have to tell you the history of my ancestors back eighteen generations?" Qiu Di glared at Le Tian.

I began to speculate. Looking at the smug expressions on their faces, it certainly seemed like they had planned this beforehand.

"Many thanks for the message, Uncle Fu. Gu Han will be there shortly," Gu Han replied after a moment of contemplation.

"Isn't that what you're here for? Your mission and mine can be combined now; you can just keep an eye on it," Ling Chen said casually.

Tang Shi understood. So that was it. A brilliant and outstanding person had occupied the heart of the late Emperor, and when someone even more exceptional appeared, it was inevitable that there would be some resentment.

At this moment, the Falling Star Sword Technique—a martial art comparable to a low-grade Earth-tier skill—was executed perfectly by Gu Han. There were no superfluous moves, only a single strike that forged ahead with unwavering courage.

Just then, a rich medicinal fragrance wafted from the cauldron, and a beam of intense light shot straight into the sky from within.

Good grief, Yan Wei realized then that Liu Qicun had used him as bait, specifically to lure out the Abyssal Slave.

Deep in thought, Zhang Yu failed to dodge Jiang Tao’s next attack. Even though it was only a glancing blow, Zhang Yu was sent crashing through several large trees before he could stop.

The Abyssal Slave struck out, instantly turning Black Wind into a mass of gore, with the Profound Core floating in its palm.

Song Qiang also realized the terrifying nature of the enemy. The arrival of Yue Lü did not seem to improve the situation. "It seems this is the only way," Song Qiang concluded to himself.

After Hong Feisheng and Liu Zhezhi left, Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief, immediately lying down on the bed to get some rest.

Li Qiufan appeared to transform into a dragon, enveloped in a layer of true energy that pressed down with immense power. Even Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, choosing not to charge forward directly.

Since the other party was unwilling to yield the path, he would simply take another. In any case, it wasn't as if Zheng Xian absolutely had to take this road.

She was a cultivator, after all. Though her cultivation was low and her skills amounted to little more than "three-legged cat" kung fu, it was impossible for her not to know the identity and power of Xuanyuan Jiuzhong.

As luck would have it, just at that moment, a novice cultivator in the "Taiyin Stealth Tunnel" could not wait any longer and scrambled out, successfully distracting Vajra Sanzang for a brief moment.

Shen Shi watched him silently. Wu Cheng said nothing more, but his expression was resolute. A moment later, he took a deep breath and stepped forward.