Volume One, Chapter 30: I Will Seek Justice for You
Sensing the murderous intent radiating from Montage, Sun Mao began to panic. He had thought he was facing a harmless lamb with no background, but in the blink of an eye, the other had transformed into a ferocious tiger.
“Don’t do anything rash, I am…” Sun Mao’s words were cut off as Montage lifted him into the air with a gesture from afar.
“What you did to my grandfather, I’ll return to you exactly as it was.” In a couple of days, when he entered the forest again, he would have to retrieve his blade. Without it now, he felt empty.
Advisor Li, Han Linfu, Li Qi, and the comrades from the Cadet Corps who had not yet been assigned to a company all hurried along with Jiao Cheng and the Guards Regiment. Since he was leading the way, it was up to him to point out which mountain paths to take.
“Master Ye… what are you doing?” Shen Xu swallowed hard, glaring at Ye Feng as he shouted sternly, having just witnessed his junior brother Wu Sha’s body split in two.
Inside the room, what surprised Tianxuan was that the furnishings for those with the first thousand “Xuan” numbers were far more refined than those of Liu Ba and his group, much to Liu Ba’s dismay.
Nian Yun felt helpless. If she refused to comply, wouldn’t she be accused of refusing to treat His Majesty’s illness?
Li Chunqiu felt a chill in his heart. Glancing coldly around, he ignored the pill nearly finished in his hand and barked, “Who’s hiding there, playing tricks?” His gaze was fierce, but in truth, he had not sensed anyone’s presence. Realizing this, he felt a cold dread—this person’s cultivation must be above his own.
“No, not perfection. I think this lineup isn’t just the so-called damage-oriented team. From these heroes alone, you can see the point,” Teng Qing shook his head.
After more than a month of bumpy travel, they finally had a chance to rest. Gazing at the gates of Fanning City, Ling Ze let out a long sigh of relief.
Of course, she now had one more thing to do: occasionally visiting the Du family to see her newlywed elder sister.
“What did you put in the soup!” Luo Hengji leaped from the bed, grabbing Zhong Xinqi’s delicate arms and shouting. The moment the hot soup touched his lips, he realized it had been drugged.
Unexpectedly, when things took a turn, the man immediately backed down, feigning drunkenness and insisting that Tang Xuan help him back to his room to rest.
“All I’ve done today, I beg you, Miss Xian’er, please don’t tell Che Wuyou—never tell him, will you?” Li Yiqiu’s expression suddenly turned sharp, but his tone was resolute.
Thus, in this fairytale-like room, Xu Yunlong used his warmth and tenderness, both gentle and domineering, to comfort the two sisters, helping them completely forget the shame in their hearts.
Lin Shuo had no choice but to let it go. The man in black was clearly from the Blood Fiend Hall. Despite Lin Shuo having slain so many of their disciples, the man had spared their lives.
As he spoke, thunder and lightning still raged outside, the power even greater than before. But Daoist Hu and Fang Yan both knew that the Tribulation was in its final stage; within moments, it would dissipate entirely. This was its greatest force, but also its last gasp—they were confident they could endure it.
“Hahaha!” Yan Fei laughed triumphantly, feeling an overwhelming sense of “with this sword in hand, the world is mine.”
It turned out that Zhang Kun had not only studied for just three months, but had done so by secretly observing others, without the guidance of a master.
In truth, schools often have much in common with prisons—especially those that are closed off. According to incomplete statistics, in nearly every school and every grade, there are always those who play the role of the arrogant poser.
Just as everyone turned their heads, the palace surged with radiant light, and a portal appeared above it. Most of the cultivators from Yuzhou Island had seen this portal before, but always beneath the sea; this time, it hovered in midair, appearing with the two demon beasts.