Volume 1, Chapter 67: The Edge of Death

"Brother Xiao, would you please come into the carriage and talk?" After a brief silence inside the carriage, Zhen Mi's voice drifted out. Her tone carried a hint of surprise, but was laden mostly with a lingering melancholy that instantly stirred one's protective instincts.

"In other words, you didn't give any instructions, yet she volunteered that it could be cured?" Gu Nian frowned upon hearing this.

"His Majesty merely stated that Her Ladyship may act at her discretion. This humble servant must hurry back to Guyuan City; does Her Ladyship have any message for His Majesty?" Zheng Tong felt quite pitiful himself, having just arrived only to be rushed right back. Poor fellow, his backside was about to be jolted into halves from the bumpy ride.

"Have I grown thin?" Hearing this, Huang Xuanling nearly passed out. All his brothers told him he had grown sturdier, but in the eyes of his mother, Ke Jingyi, he had lost weight.

This was also the first cultivation family in the entire history of the Suoyang Realm, and its contribution to the entire realm was beyond description.

As for Fu Jun, his situation was even more tragic. His opponent was Di Qing, the cold-faced killing general who wore a bronze mask.

What did not disappoint Ye Han was that his skeletons and bone beasts truly obeyed orders to the death, vowing to defend the land of Qingzhou with their lives, guarding it resolutely, and never causing any fatal harm to the Ice Emperor's army.

Su Li's sabre techniques had always been based on self-realization, and he had never learned a complete set of sabre arts. The world regarded him and the Sabre Monarch as master and disciple simply because he carried the Monarch's钧 sabre in his hand.

Ye Han had cursed wrongly; seeking death was easy, but seeking survival was as hard as ascending to the heavens—no, it was millions of times harder than ascending to the heavens. In the Soul Refining Continent, he could easily soar into the skies at will, but here in this sea of magma, even if he merely wanted to escape to the surface of the horizon, he did not have the slightest chance.

The more one feared something, the more the events would unfold in an unfavorable direction. Before long, the phone of the guy with the charcoal-colored face rang. The gloomy man uttered only a single word: "Retreat."

Zong Tao had undergone military training, and among his grappling techniques were methods for striking and pressing acupoints. Practitioners of martial arts invariably had vital acupoints, yet these locations varied from person to person. However, for those practicing hard qigong, their vital spots were located around the abdomen. Among the countless abdominal acupoints, which one was the true gate of life?

Silence was the answer given to Emperor Wuzhi, and how was his aged majesty supposed to handle this? Did these muddled sons of his not realize that this was about appointing a crown prince? Why were they all so completely lacking in such basic sensitivity?

Just as the group was drinking merrily, sounds of crying and an angry man's roar suddenly echoed from downstairs. Ye Yanqing frowned, then pushed open the door and looked down.

Afterward, Ye Yanqing returned to the Purple Sword Sect, exchanged greetings one by one with his former good friends, and then went off to look for Song Xinyu.

Jingchuan looked the middle-aged man up and down. He was a complete stranger and shouldn't be a member of the Lu family. He seemed to recall that this place involved a partnership between the Lu family and a faction bearing a snake-head emblem. Could this middle-aged man belong to that snake-head faction?

The youthful drive and grit burning inside Lin Qingshan's heart had been truly ignited by the events that had just transpired.

By this time, Gongsun Buwen had already helped Upper Officer Gao's side as Mr. Yan briefly bandaged Upper Officer Gao's wounds. Seeing Yajing sitting quietly beside Chen Junyi, she walked over, sat down cross-legged in an uninhibited manner, and then took hold of Yajing's hand.

"Indeed, it is the Lion-Tiger Chant," Wen Dao replied. Hearing this, Ye Yanqing's expression grew solemn, because the Lion-Tiger Chant was an extremely powerful sonic secret technique, and it possessed no elemental attributes, meaning any martial artist could cultivate it.

"Daojian, between the two of us, you can speak your mind without reservation," Xie Shi said affectionately.

After walking some distance away, Liang Chen turned around inadvertently and saw three beggars suddenly sitting together, seemingly discussing something.

Newton nodded. Although he didn't care for tea, items from the royal palace could hardly be of inferior quality.

"You good-for-nothing! The resonance of the Holy Monument has vanished for so long, why are you still unable to find it?" A man in a black military uniform stood fiercely behind a white-robed person who was busy and flustered, roaring at the top of his lungs. His voice conveyed to the busy old man in white that he could no longer wait.

The giant dragon was unexpectedly talkative; as soon as it opened its mouth, Newton felt that this particular dragon seemed rather amiable.

Had he not witnessed it with his own eyes, he would surely have thought it was all a dream, until he was snapped back to reality by Jiezhi's scream.

She had seen it clearly: as long as Ning Xiyue was around, Xue Qingyu would never refuse an invitation to dine, and visiting the Rongjing Studio didn't even require spending her own silver. It was a brilliant plan that served two purposes at once.

Huang Qi looked with satisfaction at all these changes. He had shattered the evil god's will while preserving its power, and now Fufengzi was completely restored to himself, even gaining a fortuitous blessing that caused his cultivation to surge drastically.

The tender and soft appearance, alongside the misty, bewildered gaze, sent a shiver through Yu Meng and Yu Xue, raising goosebumps all over their bodies.

If an ordinary person heard this, they would undoubtedly become flustered on the spot and immediately soften their stance to plead with Zhang Feng.

The atmosphere of the dark underworld in G Province was also thoroughly cleansed, and no awakened ones dared to run amok anymore.

Not many players were currently capable of advancing to the second tier. Instead, at the vocational hall, a large number of players from the final wave came solely to learn skills. There were quite a few players gathered in front of the Mage Class Instructor, lined up and waiting to learn skills.

Inside the live-stream room, observing the blue sky's broadcast up close, countless players swarmed in. Many mages, upon hearing news of the Thunder God, flooded in as well, eager to observe the Thunder God's spell-casting techniques from a close distance.

Because he recognized from the elder's voice that it was the very same deep, resonant voice that had continuously prompted him during the trial, he roughly guessed that this was the person who had tricked him. However, keeping his expression neutral and revealing nothing, he approached with a calm demeanor.

In the subsequent days, Ling Zhou met with a few more people—several young live-streamers recruited by Dolphin Live.

It was precisely because of the emergence of Satan, who occupied the city of Kansas, that these anomalous individuals were provided with a "dreamland" and found the drive to flee their home countries. Through all sorts of hardships, they arrived here to enjoy the rare freedom that anomalies rightfully deserved.