Volume One, Chapter 106: A Voluntary Confession

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Matt drew a deep breath. After every period of cultivation, Matt always came away with new understanding, and this time was no different. He felt that his communion with heaven and earth had become more harmonious, and at times he seemed almost to have become the world itself.

In the chambers of the elders of Jade Pearl Peak, the old men who had lain with closed eyes in meditative rest one by one opened their eyes, and sharp glints of light flashed there.

“Besides, although the northwest is bitterly cold, the people there are fierce and unmatched under Heaven. If we can recruit a band of sworn dead-men, it will greatly help our great undertaking in days to come. Besides…” He Furen’s voice suddenly dropped, so only the two of them could hear.

Duan Lang thought, “The sages said, ‘Do not gaze upon what is unfit.’ I cannot look at those parts of a young woman…” So he pretended to watch the distant scenery, turning his gaze toward the far crest of South Mountain.

Yet unexpectedly, behind the emergency exit there was neither stairs nor corridor, but rows of doors.

Above the Moon Clan altar, Xiang Lingyue cast his spell again. Whenever the wandering spirits of the Ji-Kun clan appeared, they all knelt before Lin Yi.

“A-Qi, you hurried to request an audience in such haste—what urgent matter is it?” Feng Wuzhao’s voice carried an inexpressible anxiety.

At once everyone rose and moved, and at the same moment the gate to the cell where Maige and the others were being held was opened. It turned out that the Dragon Clan guards stationed outside, seeing that things were going badly, had rushed in at once.

He was in torn clothes, blood seeping from every part of him, and it was unclear whether it was his own or Ao Feng’s. From afar, this moment, Aotian looked like a man made of blood.

“Skid gives thanks to the Lord,” Skid quickly paid his respects as soon as Matt had acquiesced.

It is like Professor Qian, who returned from overseas and created mushroom eggs—now that is a true national master. As for Zhang Donghai, a Chinese farmer, his likes and dislikes were direct and simple.

“The captain is urging us to board the ship. After all, this is Hua-xia, and they have completed no formalities,” Vicks said softly.

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“Why waste words—go now!” Liu Die paid no attention to Chu Haoran’s protests, pulled his arm, and ran toward the emergency passage.

Tang Feng spoke in a grave tone. Though his volume was low, it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet consultation room.

Such obviously unequal treatment did not anger Zhang Donghai. He courteously waved to those below him, but no one paid him any heed except people of the Yanli clan.

“What is it you are here for?” Seeing it was Madam Wang, Wang Pinmei sat down again and asked Qiuyue to tie her hair knot.

Li Tianqi considered for a moment: they had walked a stretch beneath the earth; perhaps that very stretch had concealed the trail of their party.

This side does business until 11:30 p.m. When Chen Zhongren arrived with his team at the Blue Dragon Gang’s club there, the situation was the same as before. Yet because this was one of the gang’s major revenue centers, and with nearly a hundred men stationed nearby, the numbers were about twice that of the Flying Tiger Gang.

The sky brightened slowly, and every household raised cooking smoke. After the meal, the herb fields became busy again. The vermin were breeding madly; the ducks and geese in the pens grew even more so. Like they had been given growth elixirs, they changed from day to day—almost miraculous in speed.

“Zhang Donghai, why are you doing this to me? Why are you treating me so?” Zhao Qiaozhen thought to herself at the doorway.

Si Nian looked at Zhou Yue once more with gratitude. Her eyes were like water, and sunlight from above illuminated her, setting off her fair, fine skin like porcelain; her slanting pupils curved into a gentle arc of tenderness.

Jiang Rong never had the time or inclination to wonder why others wanted to harm her. She did only one thing: cut the weed out by the root.

“You must be more reckless. Provoke them to debate with you... as for the cheaters, they will certainly be too afraid to appear. He will make excuses and not come. Let that be. I intend for him not to come.” Jiang Rong’s eyes were ice-cold.

Huang Zhenghao had been overwhelmed by so many provocations all day that now his mind had begun to drift uncontrollably and he started to brood and speculate wildly.

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Through long years of opposition and conflict, the angel itself had already been driven—largely unconsciously—onto an even more extreme path.

Ouyang Qing was choked by the collar at his neck, unable to breathe well, his legs bouncing forcefully in the air, at once ridiculous and absurd.

It was yet another martial manual with the character “Zhen” in its title, and unlike Xianyao Jiutui, the body-tempering method of the Nine-Shedding Immortal Demon, this was genuine internal-force cultivation art.

Tang Nian Nian answered impatiently: if it were not for fear of bloodshed, would she need to exert herself this much?

Fortunately, the scale-demon was covered in wounds, clearly hiding in a fishing village to seek shelter, and he had promised the River God a heap of lofty, intangible promises.

When they were together and he teased her, he liked to pull her onto his lap and sit her on his thighs. While they played, he would soon become heated with impatience. In the end he would always make a trip to the bathroom.

Su Zhongxiao, looking pale and subdued, followed Wang Zichen back to the Wang family lounge, waiting for the second round of the competition to begin.

Such a high-tier NPC would certainly know many secrets. But if one wanted to obtain more intelligence from her, one could only depend on clues that one discovered independently. To ask her directly would probably have no effect at all.

Su Ning and Jiang Cheng slowly made their way into the hall, and Su Ning, in a soft voice, was very polite: “Please, Mr. Jiang, sit.”

To survive, however foul it may be to swallow, one must force it down. After this one bowl went down, the stomach was full; his dislike for Yang Fan only deepened. The loudest curses came from him, of course. Why? Because it tasted awful.