Chapter 64: When Things Are Unnatural, There Is Always Something Monstrous Afoot

Now it is spring, and the weather has grown much warmer. Flowers are still blooming in the imperial garden, and in the pavilion at the end of the long path, a woman stands dressed in flowing white like a fairy from the moon.

Amidst the hazy night, the woman dances gracefully, resembling a fluttering butterfly that draws every gaze.

"Who is there?"

Feng Yu suddenly spoke out.

The dancing woman seemed startled, looking over in a flurry.

"Your concubine greets Your Majesty."

The zither player—

At this moment, the unbridled, sword-qi-infused dragon felt that destroying this valley was still not enough to quench its thirst.

"Good thing I ate a lot this morning, otherwise I'd probably be starved by now," Gu Yan said while washing the dishes.

The dark-skinned man's ferocious grin twisted into a miserable expression, and his tall, upright posture began to hunch over. A smile hung on Ye Fan's face as he exerted force continuously and unhurriedly, until the crisp sound of cracking bones rang out.

It sounded like a large group of people walking on snow, the footsteps approaching from afar and drawing steadily closer.

"Chaotic Divine Fist!" Chaos roared again, and countless beams of brilliant light burst forth from his body, each carrying the aura of genesis. This was the light of creation blooming from the world he had personally forged.

Under such circumstances, instead of uttering soft words of plea, Han Yifeng was still boldly threatening Ye Fan. What could this be called if not courting death?

Controlled by Qian Xunji, Hua Qiangu felt a trace of panic on her face, yet she still bit back her fear to ask a question.

Xiaoyaoxiang's initially joyful expression turned extremely ugly at this moment. His face was ashen and he remained silent, neither accepting nor rejecting her request.

I will rot right before your eyes, filling your entire vision and world with this one withered flower of mine, so that you have no room to see any other weeds.

Perhaps others had only heard legends of peerless masters, but Deng Shijie truly understood how terrifying such experts could be—their vital energy could manifest in tangible forms, strike targets across space, and those proficient in external martial arts could even tear apart tanks.

The few cultivators produced by Big Tree Village over the past few years were all seated at the same table with Yan Yue's maternal grandparents.

Outside, the crowd of onlookers was packed shoulder to shoulder like a vast sea of people. Xiao Mingzhu cared nothing for this. After beating them, she left the Qiao family to wail and lament across the fields without uttering a single word. Clutching the bone casket holding Aunt Qiao, she dropped the carriage curtain, led her people, and headed straight back to the Duke's Manor.

"I didn't know..." Mother Hua finally began to feel a hint of terror. Trembling, she said, "The young lady said she wanted to rent a carriage and return to Ningliao to look for the old matriarch and the mistress..." She never expected that the young lady would ditch her and run away halfway.

Fortunately, Longyan belonged to the military, whose regulations were extremely strict. Longyan was not permitted to casually enter the Ancient Martial Realm to kill people; otherwise, they would likely become a lingering nightmare hanging over everyone's head.

To ensure Yang Dingxiang's success, he had even arranged for her the most suitable assistant as well as a scapegoat.

Su Duxiu was also willing to guide Hong Huang. Just as Hong Ren had said, Hong Huang was indeed a martial arts prodigy. After merely a morning of guidance, Hong Huang's family swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds.

Only then did Hong Huang realize that trying to survive in this world meant any combat skills learned in the twenty-first century—such as mixed martial arts, combat sports, or karate—were utterly useless. This might also be the reason why Wu Xing could not leave.

Cao Zhen swept out with his other hand, his fingers instantly shifting through thousands of variations in mid-air to form a complex seal. In a flash, Daoist patterns covered his hand, making it appear immensely colossal, surging with boundless might as he lunged to capture Miyamoto Musashi.

Several days later, the wine connoisseurs at the tasting gathering had roughly selected the spirit wines provided by the eight finest taverns among them.

Come to think of it, ever since I obtained this legacy, I have completely transformed from my former self. In just a few short months, I have evolved to this degree. If I am given enough time to develop further, who among the younger generation will be able to rival me?