Volume One, Chapter 39: Confidence Stems from Strength

“Just for those insulting words you just said!” Chu Ming replied calmly.

“Alright, I’ll consider it again,” Chen Che said, as if he hadn’t fully prepared himself, first placing the Jade Fox’s inner core into the ink gall.

“Bear Man, the boss hasn’t even said it’s fake—why are you so anxious!” Third Lady, dressed in a bright red cloak, said sweetly.

“Well then, doesn’t Boss Ah Niu seem powerful? He should have no problem protecting you.” She spoke with obvious pride, raising her chin.

Ye Fan activated the Gentleman’s Sword Technique of the Confucian School, sending forth a white divine radiance that surged from his own energy and shot out along his Demon-Slaying Sword. With a soft sound, it pierced through the giant boulder ahead.

He even used the Taiji Sword Technique that Daoist Chongxu had once employed, drawing a series of circles in succession.

Who in heaven’s name gave her the nickname “Tofu Beauty”? How unlucky could she be? She was always discreet, never wore makeup, yet still drew unwanted attention and provoked the demon Lu Ming.

Half-awake, half-asleep, this state lasted until the sky turned pale, and the rosy sun rose like vermilion. His heart stirred, moved by a sense of insight: The sun rises and the moon sets, yin and yang alternate, the great Dao is natural, and in nature, there is no self.

From afar, Lu Dayou and Yue Lingshan had already secured the crucial position, guarding the long gorge.

Pressing the lottery button, the wheel began to spin, gleaming with golden light—a dazzling sight. Xu Yang nodded lightly; at least the special effects weren’t cheap and tacky.

The three then entered the courtyard, where various herbs were drying, filling the air with an herbal fragrance. Old Apothecary led Lu Yu and the other toward the opposite side’s pharmacy. Even before entering, a denser medicinal aroma wafted out.

As for Wu Jun’s losses, though the battle report claimed they had slain over ten thousand enemy troops, Jing Xiang reckoned that even five thousand was impressive.

They had agreed to meet later by the roadside. Zhao Yunxiao’s car and Chaozi’s car were parked there. This trip was pure trouble-making for himself.

Ahead, Fatty Yuan Hongcai narrowly avoided disaster. Looking at the spot where he had just stood, he saw a giant palm-shaped pit in the ground, with a large stone inside smashed to pieces.

The terrain of Yiling was inherently complex. Aside from the level land near the Yangtze River, the rest was mainly mountainous—easy to defend, hard to attack.

Yin and yang, twin fish entwined; within the black and white fish, each has a dot—the essence of yin within yang, and yang within yin.

The figure appearing in the treasure chamber wore gray, tattered clothes, a sallow face, and looked utterly aged.

Peak Immortal Transformation and Late Immortal Transformation would be formidable in ordinary times, but in this beast tide, they were nothing at all; the Nine Nether White Tiger and Blood-Eyed Demon Ape could easily deal with them.

“Forget it. Our strength is only at the mid-stage of Loose Immortal. Even if we joined forces, we couldn’t withstand a single hand of the Taiji Demon Ancestor. How can we help you?” the old sword eccentric said disdainfully.

This person’s attire was delicate, his face pale, coughing frequently, with a head of silvery white hair.

No one understood the truth better than Master Liu. Yet at this moment, he didn’t join the conversation. Thinking of Shen Moyan’s fragile figure, her words at the airport farewell, and that sweet kiss that Liu Yan might never forget, Liu Yan felt a sudden pang in his heart.

Though it was only a game, its creators had surely infused the wolf’s cunning into it, so that these three green wolves could coordinate their actions with such perfect synergy.