Volume 1, Chapter 35: Zhiyi Has Already Met with Misfortune

The most astonishing thing was not his current state, but the fact that he had actually begun to attack his own companions.

Li Qingtian and Wansai Yanyun joined the fray, eager to discover what kind of people they truly were and why their parents were such anomalies.

Yesterday, he had considered sending a text message, but after much hesitation, the message remained unsent.

Suddenly, the two clashed, even as the surrounding zombies intentionally veered away from them, as if gripped by fear.

Gu Jingnan turned back. Though his face was pale, his deep eyes remained unchanged—as profound, overbearing, and irresistible as ever. Without a word, he simply walked away.

It was this that forged the formidable Murong Zhaoyun of today. Because of this, in thirteen years, she had rarely been injured, and even then, only sustained minor wounds.

Nie Meiqin spoke the reason in a moment of agitation, but suddenly realized she might have let something slip.

In truth, he knew well that the shopkeeper was not as benevolent as he claimed, nor did he truly treat him like a son; it was merely to preserve his final shred of dignity, and Ye Feng did not care to expose the truth.

Instantly, countless white figures leapt up, launching various attacks toward the Thunder Saint. The emerald jade pendant at Baili Qianxun’s waist flared with brilliant light, bathing all the white figures in a verdant glow, turning them as solid as if they were flesh and blood.

Although the laws of the world in the cultivation realm were exceptionally stable at the time, the plane was ultimately too low; if these great beings were to unleash their full power, they risked destroying the realm itself.

Lu Zhen regained his focus, only to find that Xiao Xuan had already passed him. Frowning, Lu Zhen turned and followed.

As the battle on Zinan Mountain intensified, the conflict on Songyue Mountain also entered its most critical stage.

Town Mayor Qiu had long regarded him as a living immortal; hearing this, he was overwhelmed with gratitude and offered endless thanks.

***

Upon leaving the Ju Dan, Gu Wei ordered all salt shop managers and accountants to report to the Imperial Envoy's camp the following day, as he had instructions for them.

But could Honglian really be trusted? If she were a pawn planted by the Fuso players beside Wan Tongtian, would that not lead to total ruin?

Fortunately, he still had himself. Although he was nearly half an hour behind the likes of Jiang Yan and Shi Qingshang due to Fei Chengji's prejudice, if he truly put his life into memorizing, he was not without a chance.

This was the cry in everyone's heart: Lin Mu must be stopped, otherwise, their efforts would all be in vain.

A slight curve touched the corner of his mouth, a faint smile appearing on his stern face. Eddie caught the expression, and a chill involuntarily crept into his heart.

However, he now had a helper; even if the other returned, it would be a death wish. Ye Shaoyang was not worried.

He needed a lamp to examine his wounds carefully, and preferably a doctor, but judging by Chen Feng's actions, they had simply dumped him here with no such intention.

Outside, a drizzling sun-shower fell on the afternoon. Recalling the leisurely afternoons of her time in the coastal regions, she couldn't help but yearn for them, laying out rice paper to write eight characters: "Brewing tea in the pine breeze, discussing poetry in the bamboo rain."

On the top floor of the Hua Tian Hotel, Nishino pushed open the private room door. He didn't know how he had driven there, only remembering that he had run countless red lights and overtaken endless vehicles, driving at highway speeds through ordinary streets, the scenery outside a mere blur.

Xiao Ling rose and walked to the window, holding the letter paper up to the sunlight, but it was nothing more than a blurred mess; he couldn't make out what was written. He turned to the table, took out a dagger, and gently picked at the wax.

Zhang Zhe sat expectantly in the car, looking up at Chen Chen's balcony. She was leaning over the railing, looking down. He waved at her, and Chen Chen pointed to the phone in her hand. Zhang Zhe nodded in response, then started the car.

After the argument, the two lawyers contacted by Anna arrived late. Anna was impulsive but thorough; she had considered the conflict between Chen Chen's nationality and the jurisdiction, and the lawyers were of complementary nationalities. Zhang Zhe did not ask questions or compare; he needed help, and the more, the better.

Huai Xiu went without saying; she had never expected that Nan Huaike, who rarely interacted with others, was far more capable of seduction than she had imagined. She bit her cheek hard, swallowed her resentment, and looked up to smile and chat with the Eighth Prince.

***

With a "whoosh," before Chen Yun could react, a white light shot into his body. Just as he was puzzled, he saw the wounds on his body healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was stunned, then filled with immense gratitude.

Her only answer to his question was a mysterious smile. Chen Chen walked into the operations room, filled with doubt and glancing back at every step.

Seeing the crowd gathering and hearing the heated arguments about the conflict, Liu An hurried over. He did not want an incident before the competition even began, as that would be disastrous for him; after all, as the supervisor, he was responsible for managing every aspect of the event, including casualties.

Fei Lian wore a loose, blue-and-white robe hanging carelessly, his chest wide open to reveal fair skin, his appearance utterly dashing and unrestrained.

Days ago, she had sent a transmission talisman to the Sect Master, but there had been no reply. Moreover, this auction was of massive scale, yet the sect had not sent a single person.

Hearing the Patriarch speak this way, Qin E immediately understood what was happening. "So it's for the Medical Spirit again!" she thought to herself.

Before Qing Dai could think of a retort, Shannai continued to transmit her voice: "Come to think of it, you really are strange."

Cheng Xue sat on the Qingxin meditation cushion left behind by her parents, holding her breath and focusing, while Sang Yun hovered in mid-air, meditating.

Qi Yao understood the sequence of events and felt some gratitude toward Gu Chengyu; though she did not know if he did it for her or the child, he had protected her nonetheless.

After the third watch, a soft sound awakened Wushuang. He rolled out of bed, picked up the axe by the bedside, and tiptoed to the door, peering through the crack.

If he obtained the two keys, he would naturally walk out of this relic. He hadn't seen the sun in a long time. If he didn't leave, his body would soon be covered in long hair.