Volume 1, Chapter 56: The Sun Rises Over the Long River at Dawn (Part Two)

As Nangong Xing and Chen Guohong successively emerged, numerous immortal cultivators perceived the subtle anomaly, a tumultuous storm raging within their chests as they found themselves utterly unable to trust their own judgment.

"Abandoning my wife and child in a moment of crisis—am I truly such a contemptible wretch in your eyes?" the man named Feng asked, a trace of displeasure coloring his tone.

Despite claiming to be weakened and reduced to a living corpse, his tier far surpassed theirs; the gulf between them was vast as heaven and earth. Yet, before such an entity, they had unexpectedly displayed such daring spirit.

"That is because we, too, stand in need of the dragon ball to save someone of paramount importance to us. We had no other choice," she retorted without a moment's hesitation, refusing to yield an inch.

Stepping out through the doorway, his gaze involuntarily fell upon the withered, yellowed leaves. It was already late October, leaving a mere three or four months before the provincial imperial examinations next year.

Given the might of Crazy Blade Gongxi, coupled with the fatal, single-strike attribute of the Gongxi martial arts, it was difficult for him to find an adversary of equal rank. If he were to intervene every single time, Lan Xinyu and the others would likely find no genuine opportunity for tempering themselves through trial.

"There are far, far too many things in this world of which you are completely ignorant," Fu Yunni added once more.

"It is not quite so simple. I have also examined those few revisions, and they do indeed possess extraordinary merit," Ling Yitong shook her head as she replied.

Crossing the stone bridge, they lingered for a while beneath several of the lower-lying palaces, only to discover that these halls were uninhabitable. Most of them housed various shrines dedicated to deities of every description. However, all along their journey, the ones most frequently worshipped were the Metal God Rushou and the Earth God Houtu.

Shi Miaomiao glanced at Yuanyuan, then turned her gaze toward Chen Guohong, a flicker of reminiscence flashing through her eyes. Back at the Huangshan Poetry Gathering, she had been invited as the supreme courtesan, tasked with playing the zither for the champion of the assembly.

Although the country-style restaurant was not directly adjacent to Sanshui University, it was not overly distant either. Thus, despite their playful banter all the way, they arrived at the eatery within twenty minutes.

"The formula for the Blazing Sun Pill? Ye Wudao, what could you possibly want with this?" Nangong Xueer had been wondering what purpose prompted Ye Wudao to seek her out, never imagining it would be for a medicinal recipe.

At this moment, Hong Ziyao's voice was as hoarse as that of a man in his seventies or eighties, resembling someone who had chain-smoked heavy tobacco for decades.

Su Wu was not made of stone; he knew full well that she loved him, yet he harbored unspeakable hidden sufferings. What could he say to the old woman? He could only offer the excuse, "I am going to feed the horses!" and walk out the door.

The two boarded a plane, departing from Huadu City and heading first to the Ice City in northern China. Because Baiyun Airport in Huadu only operated flights to Moscow without a direct route to Siberia, a transfer was required. They had to travel first to the Ice City, then onward to Mohe—the coldest location of all—before finally reaching their destination.

"My goodness, my ear is going to fall off, Yuhuan! It hurts, hurts, hurts—" Jiang Kairan did not dare to break away from her directly, and could only plead for mercy repeatedly.

Prying around with furtive, guilty glances, the figure flashed into the alleyway and ran straight toward the open clearing.

When the earth finally ceased its trembling, the seawater stopped surging backward, and the yachts and warships that had nearly capsized finally came to rest smoothly upon the surface of the sea, a ray of golden-flow liquid sunlight pierced through the shattered, gloomy clouds above.

"You're saying he's just a charlatan?" Lan Yudie blinked her eyes and asked. Both she and Chen Mengqi possessed a measure of magical power and could overhear their conversation. The only reason Xiao Fei had not left was out of fear that the man would ruin the country and harm its people.

As the appointed rendezvous at the Doomsday Canyon drew ever closer, the cadets had already personally scouted the terrain and environment of the canyon twice over. Just as Chen Feng had anticipated, these trainees actually did run into orcs during their trip to the Doomsday Canyon.

The collision between Han Lang's foot and Manshan's massive hand produced a spine-chilling sound of bones forcefully crashing against one another.

"It must hurt terribly. Otherwise, you wouldn't have screamed with such heart-rending agony. Otherwise, you wouldn't have suffered so deeply. Xia Youyi. Your heart—I am the one who took it. It is only right that you should hate me." Ouyang Luo spoke entirely on his own, not waiting for Xia Youyi to reply.

"You pay a certain price in exchange for a corresponding probability to acquire the matching power... A wish-granting machine; the concept is indeed quite vivid," Zhang Can muttered internally as he recalled Cronus's description of the proper way to open Pandora's Box. While internally吐槽ing (complaining mentally) about "how such an unscientific object could possibly come into existence," a strong surge of longing inevitably welled up within his heart.

"If you wish to see it, just come back when spring arrives," the young man in the couple said to me.

Roughly guessing what Xie Gang was about to say, Yan Ting's grip on Yan Wushuang's hand involuntarily loosened just a fraction.

With a sound like a muffled roll of thunder, the lake seemed as though it had been cleaved by a colossal blade aura. Taking the point of impact of the primordial energy tidal wave as its center, ripples spread outward toward both banks, exposing the scenery resting beneath the lake's surface.

"Lord Leopard is on the top floor." Dropping those words, the two burly black-clad men focused their attention entirely on guarding the doorway.

Though the throne appeared close at hand, it was actually several miles away. Furthermore, the closer one drew to the seat of power, the greater the pressure Han Lang had to endure. Within the final hundred meters, the burden became utterly unimaginable.

Cong Yi's thought stirred, and the golden armor formed from metamorphic metal once again condensed around his body.

"Feixue is incapable of deceit." Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared upon Lariel's weary face.

Moreover, she always felt as though Huaming Zhao was doing it on purpose—intentionally smiling with such captivating charm. Whenever she turned her gaze toward him, he would purposely flash his most dazzling smile directly at her.