Volume 1, Chapter 51: The Martial Tournament

“Aries, White Tiger—will the tiger devour the sheep, or will the sheep trip the tiger? White-Headed Elder, I never imagined you would sacrifice your life to empower the Aries, intimidating the other eleven. Today, I shall emulate you and see whether the Aries clan or the White Tiger clan is mightier.”

Zhao Si braved the scorching sun to arrive at Yangque Village, feeling parched. Earlier, the aroma of the tea on the table had been so enticing that he dared not drink it, fearing it was too precious. Now, at Yun Mo’s urging, he smiled and lifted the tea bowl, gulping it down in less than half a minute.

“Don’t pursue them any further. If you enter, you’ll go straight into the Bright Clan’s domain. If the God of Light appears, death is inevitable,” Bruce immediately blocked the Death God and Katar, who still wanted to chase after them.

Recalling how Cheng Feng had kept vigil beside his sister’s hospital room all night long, Xie Linglong felt a warm surge in her heart.

“Don’t tell the Madam either,” Yan Li added. He felt that if this matter were true and Yun Mo found out, she would laugh for three days straight and might even banish him for life.

After marrying, Mo Qingshan planned to open a shop in the city, so they could live there directly without having to travel five miles back and forth every day.

At this moment, in the eyes of Ning Cai’er and Shi Ba, Xie Lang seemed like a living statue—motionless, with only a grim expression etched on his face.

Xun Che fixed his gaze on the smile at her lips, finally feeling at ease. “It’s good that you’re alright. Come, sit here.” He lowered his hand from his mouth and beckoned Yun Mo over.

A whole month passed. When the brilliant sunlight finally bathed the land, Ye Feng decided to visit Zi Yan City to assess the situation and planned to bring his mother, who had been separated from them for many days, to settle there and live well.

Under the relentless pressure of interrogation, You Jian confessed everything. Due to his low intelligence, he could not organize his words effectively, and what he said was incomprehensible to most.

“But if something happens to you, I...” Jiang Xiaoqi’s eyes welled up with tears once again.

This was too much for the disrespectful elder to bear. If you praise us too highly, where will we find a master? If you want to learn something, there will be no one to teach you.

Therefore, Wei Xian believed that Benjason’s “bloodline” was worth studying. It might even be the remnant bloodline of the God Emperor Yu Qing, Demon Emperor Zhu Yin, or Buddha Emperor Jin Chan after their demise. If confirmed, Wei Xian wouldn’t kill Benjason but would certainly torment him with many tasks.

Could it be that the powerful factions in Jiang City were all cold-blooded and indifferent, caring only for themselves and ignoring the common people of Jiang City? Is this the ugliness of human nature, or is there some hidden reason?

Facing the fierce Wu, there was no time to dodge; the only option was to withstand the blow. He forcibly summoned the remaining, scant spiritual energy within his injured body, condensing it in his hands.

“Even a ring with a space of just a few square meters costs tens of thousands of gold coins. I don’t believe he acquired one on his own merit,” he said in a sour tone.

The gatekeeper approached automatically to report a “conspiracy.” Had Wei Xian known this was a report of a plot, he would have kicked the gatekeeper away long ago. But now, having heard the entire report, he squatted by the flower bed to ponder, while the trapped gatekeeper looked on hopefully at his lord.

Northern Mouth Fortress was the closest place to the North Bank Jiangkou Town, followed by Chen Zhou Bay. The farthest place on the island was Dong Shui Beach, roughly seven or eight li away.

The Fighting Pendant was standard issue for the Taihao Order’s Fighting Division, used to lock onto “traitors.” Traitors differed from rule-breakers in that traitors were to be hunted down by all. Cheng Shenglong had served in the Fighting Division for over a hundred years. Though not a novice, he was no veteran either; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been assigned to the remote “Jade Mountain Realm” at the Taihao Order’s fringe.

Over the years, Xiao Nanlin could never forget the taste of his hometown in his memories. Yet, when he finally returned home after Ning Jin’s return, eating the same food and drinking the same soup, it never carried the feeling of home that Ning Jin’s cooking had given him.

“I can’t disclose details due to military secrets. What I can tell you is that it’s effortless for her to meet the President. Don’t cause trouble, or I won’t keep my position, let alone your family’s safety. Just leave quietly,” the director said.

“Alright,” Ning Jin nodded, choosing not to press further. He knew some matters were better left unsaid. Since Hua Shao hadn’t told her, there must be a reason. She had always admired and trusted Hua Shao blindly.

“Fine, then keep her here. But take care of her yourselves,” An Baobao said as she stood and left the space.

“Wu Qin, sit!” Liu Yifan opened the co-pilot door, then turned around and smiled elegantly at Ning Jin as he called out.

The only good thing was that she didn’t gain weight. After all, she was a miniature pig; otherwise, she might have wanted to jump into the fire to roast herself.

“I can’t have any problems, and even if I did, it would be because of you!” Jerry Chen clearly hadn’t expected Zhao Ya’s inner thoughts at this moment; otherwise, he might not have been so calm. Still, he wore an exasperated expression.