Volume 1, Chapter 36: How Could One Fear the Toil of Thought (Part II)

Ke Cai Yi suddenly straightened up. If she wasn’t mistaken and wasn’t foolish, what he meant was that restoring her appearance could be done in the time it takes to finish a meal—just that simple! This was the heartache that had plagued her for two years!

After leaving the pool’s bottom, Hu Tian headed straight to the sealing formation. Now, he no longer needed to use his soul power; with a mere thought, he could perceive everything happening inside the ancient ruins.

Although last night, during the sealing of the Nine-Tails, Sarutobi Hiruzen had distracted the ninjas, some oversights were inevitable. It was likely that many already knew about Kato Taka becoming the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki.

Jiang Mu decisively spoke, and as his words fell, the aura of his ninth-level Primordial Vein erupted like a volcano with tremendous force.

Tonight was like any other; after watching the movie, Abel and Salist left, and there was nothing unusual going on.

Jin Fei gritted his teeth, his face ashen, enduring the sharp pain radiating from his right arm. In broad daylight, he left in a pitiful state.

Not only was Li Qin on the floating bridge unusually tense, but even He Haikuo, usually composed, clenched his fists, palms drenched in cold sweat.

He had originally planned to take off his winter clothes immediately but, considering his cold-resistance technique was not yet perfected, he decided to wear them for a few more days.

“What now? Should we just head upstairs directly? Who’s going first?” Fan Chouyun asked, initially looking at Xu Dao, only to be met with a fierce glare.

Lu Yan took her seriously as she appeared and began speaking earnestly. If not for this matter, why would he have been waiting here nonstop before? But now, it seemed there was little benefit left. Even if things continued as they were, he had to see things clearly.

After this man’s explanation, Xiang Yang finally understood the group under his command: seven leaders managing about three hundred men. Though most were ordinary folk with no martial arts knowledge, many did possess some skills.

“I’ll simultaneously destroy the formation’s core and base. You only need to watch the entrance and exit. When they appear, rush over quickly and evacuate.”

Though Hong Wanxing was somewhat moved, despite his level as a seventh-grade formation master, he felt his insight paled compared to Xiahou Chong, who was only fifth-grade but possessed celestial inheritance.

Lin Ge’s suffering continued relentlessly! Ling Tianxue and Xiao Yan could only watch helplessly. The pain in their hearts was indescribable. It was as if, if they could, they would willingly endure his suffering without hesitation.

“Haha, Old Zhu, a fifth-level sea demon!” As the sea water around Hong Wanxing formed a new vortex in rhythm with him, he laughed proudly.

After the three from the Chen family parted ways, Fei Huang looked again at Fei Yu. Feeling the penetrating gaze, Fei Yu shuddered all over, quickly lowering his head, unwilling to speak further.

After a glance, Luo Qingtian was stunned, then disbelief crossed his face. Rubbing his eyes hard several times, he carefully reexamined the letter, his hands trembling uncontrollably. Finally, tears streamed down his cheeks.

One and a half months remained until the Qingyun competition. If Yan Huang could break through from the Qi Refinement stage to the Foundation Establishment stage before then, he would shatter the seal within his body and unlock his powers.

Li Yichen and Zhou Jiexiu were tied together back-to-back by the shopkeeper’s order.

It began amidst soaring clouds and mist, an unrelenting upheaval. Under the wild eruption of terrifying power, the entire source of life energy churned wildly, turning into a swirling liquid of myriad colors, trembling with intensity.

When the music ceased, the second prince stood at the front to welcome them. Zedo followed gloomily behind him and the third prince. No matter how capable he was, he could not change the order in which the brothers arrived in this world—fate beyond human control.

“You’re not allowed to laugh. I… I just wanted to see how good your cooking is. It’s not that I’m hungry; I really don’t want to eat.” Cheng Xiao stubbornly denied it, her obstinate manner endearing.

Behind the scenes, plans were underway to undermine the young clan leader. On the surface, acts of seeming assistance would be performed to maintain appearances. The continual shifting of these matters left him barely able to catch his breath.

An evil cultivator produced a spirit sword, holding it horizontally before him. The moment the sword energy met his spirit sword, flames spread along it, engulfing his body.

The two battled fiercely back and forth. When the fight reached its climax, Li Jing was driven to the ground by Chen Chuchen but still refused to deliver a fatal blow. Chen Chuchen, with no reservations, moved deftly, advancing and retreating skillfully to avoid harm.

Luo Yifan was worried. Wasn’t Tang Zhengwei there? That guy would surely take good care of Feng Chengcheng.

Minutes passed. The dense jungle grew eerily silent, so quiet they could hear each other’s heartbeat. The atmosphere was chilling and tense; goosebumps rose on their arms as they instinctively drew closer, wary of any lurking danger.

“Thanks to His Majesty’s mercy in sparing her life, tomorrow I will send someone to find a feng shui site for her honorable burial,” Empress Dugu promised.

Or rather, one could say that now, the state of Hua Ruoli on his side was also unstable.