Volume One, Chapter 37: Easily Handled

Just imagine how incredibly difficult it is for an ordinary person from a remote mountain village to master fire-attribute magic through nothing but their own hard work and cultivation.

"I hope you won't overthink this!" Noelle’s current status still commands a certain level of dignity among the royal family.

It is not hard to see that at this moment, his perception and understanding of these matters are growing alongside his efforts, and he is truly becoming more like them.

Yet, this Divine Kingdom Tower City is merely fishing in troubled waters, hoping to easily usurp the power of a National Tower City while cloaking its intentions in such flowery language.

"Come with me." Jin Guangyan grabbed her slender arm without room for argument, practically dragging her away.

Anyone could see that Gao Yunfei was just looking for a scapegoat. Mo Chen shrugged his shoulders, gave a dry cough, and said, "It’s nothing; I just wanted to ask if we should split into two groups—we go find the core while you stay behind to look for Fang Xiaoxue."

Chu Aotian could only press down with his hand, asking Ji Xiyan if she felt anything unusual; if there was glass inside, it would be detectable.

A series of cat cries—old cat cries—jolted Qingrang from her sleep. She had mistaken them for Mei. Upon waking, she found the space beside her empty. She draped a garment over her shoulders and discovered Yu Zichen talking to a man in black in the outer room. The man’s attire was similar to Mei’s, and she knew he must be Huo, whom Mei had mentioned before.

Having almost been bumped into, the Prince of Yingning was initially displeased. Looking at Ruoxin, who stood quietly before him, he pondered how he should punish her.

"You’re just like the official who burns down houses while forbidding the commoners from lighting a lamp," Yan Xiaoxiao said, still struggling in her final moments.

Lin Haoran wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb; he wasn't angry, but a wicked curve tugged at his lips.

"Why can't you take me to see your master?" Lu Ping continued to ask, his tone nonchalant.

After a moment of shock, Song Fu noticed that He Zheshan’s complexion was rather pale, and a large patch of dried blood stained his red robes.

Zhou Bing chuckled softly. Seeing Lu Ping leaning back in his chair with such a calm expression, she felt her own composure return. She looked outside, where the vast sky and light clouds evoked a sense of serenity.

At this moment, Li Yang’s eyes burned with intensity; he longed to dash over and pluck the gourd to study it, but the golden light erupting from the gourd’s mouth carried such extraordinary spiritual pressure that he could not get near it.

Do those cowards who compromise with pirates even deserve to be called Marines? Do they deserve to act under the name of justice?

Now that the two were speaking face-to-face, no one restricted Long Meng’s movements. He was neither bound nor shackled, and apart from having no weapons, he was essentially free.

Lu Wu told Du Ruo to sit and rest, then went to fetch water for her to wash up. He told her there was beautiful scenery behind the mountain and promised to take her to enjoy the view once she had rested.

Then, the man let out a low laugh, kissed her on the face, and left the pillow in her arms undisturbed.

My senior brother and I haven’t made a move yet. Seeing him in this state, I don’t think he’s all that formidable; I’ll just leave it to Fan to handle him.

She felt a flicker of curiosity now. What exactly was Li Biexue trying to hide? Why would he risk everything just to cast aside his two ancestors?

Once the two had reached an agreement, "Brother Li" unfolded his movement technique, leaping onto the hill in a few strides, with "Brother Wang" following closely behind. They reached Fengyun Wuchen.

Since Old Man Huigu began cultivating his Flying Python, such a phenomenon had never occurred. No one had ever been able to imprison his beast, yet now it was thoroughly restrained. A sense of stifled frustration spread within him.

However, Master Chichi let out a long sigh, shook his head silently, and ceased his attack, speaking no more.

The remaining nine disciples, including the dignified Fengyun Xue, all lost their composure, their eyes squinting in a look of utter intoxication.

Seeing this object, Xiao Hang’s gaze shifted slightly. He recognized it: a potent spicy mist grenade! Upon explosion, it created a pungent, stinging vapor, similar in effect to tear gas.

Master Baitie was currently attacking the Ziyan plane with the mindset of a cat playing with a mouse. He had completely pierced the plane’s defenses, yet he exercised restraint, choosing not to strike the interior directly. Instead, he stripped away the defenses, leaving the natives of the Ziyan plane under his control—at his mercy to kill or spare.

"Senior Brother, can this really be called an heirloom? I think someone is playing a prank on us." A young boy held up a blackened, grimy object, complaining discontentedly.

However, Fengyun Wuchen felt nothing but disdain for Senior Sister Murong’s mindset... Since the person was already dead, she should have killed them all! What was the point of trying to keep the peace? Was she just sowing the seeds of future disaster for herself?

Peng Ying estimated that he had already descended several miles underground, and he couldn't help but be shocked by the sheer size of the subterranean space.

In an age where Tier 5 equipment was becoming common, Tier 3 was truly too outdated. Especially a 200-grade set. Sometimes, standing among them, it really felt out of place.

"You’re surprised I’m here, aren't you? But let me tell you, I just arrived, too." Zhao Dagang smiled, then patted Zhao Xiaochen’s head. His eyes held a gentleness—not the fake kindness of the Grim Reaper, but a warmth that made Zhao Xiaochen feel genuinely comforted.

Holding the phone, Aoxue felt her eyes sting, but she said steadily, "Fine. Then let’s wait. I will return." Having said that, she prepared to hang up.

Before I could react to the meaning of my brother’s words, he placed a hand on my shoulder. A massive amount of lightning energy surged from his palm, and the intense current instantly paralyzed my body, leaving me unable to move.

Wu Hao was a newcomer who had just arrived, so he didn't know, but fortunately, Dazhuang and Ghost Hand were nearby to answer his questions.

Upon hearing this, Leng Qianqian didn't know what she was thinking, but she suppressed her rage and said, her body trembling uncontrollably with fury.