Volume One, Chapter 34: The Hidden Venomous Spider

“Go ahead, I’ll do my best.”
The moment Montage heard this, he knew that Dang Kang was definitely up to no good.
“Your sister—”
“Your sister!”
Before Dang Kang could finish, Montage shot him a glare.
“...”
“I mean Meng Tiantian!”
Dang Kang refused to back down, glaring right back.
“Oh, then do continue.”
Montage pretended not to notice.
It turned out that Chen Yuan was hoping that when Zhang Meier sent another Spirit Communication Talisman, she could relay the whole matter to her master, hoping that Master Zhang himself would come down from the mountain to Old Man Jiang’s house and thoroughly understand the situation.

What began as a peaceful day was suddenly shattered by a booming shout! Everyone turned in shock toward the source of the voice. The speaker was bold indeed—never mind anything else, just the scattered cultivators gathered here would be enough to overwhelm any mighty figure of the age, not to mention the many spies from the great powers in their midst.
As he spoke, Old He San grabbed a strange fish, smashed it hard on the deck, then split its head open to reveal the pale pink flesh tinged with white beneath.
“So, what do we do, stay or go?” Old Qiao looked at Li Jing before him, unconsciously loosening his grip on his hunting knife as he asked in uncertainty.
Yet Yang Zhiyao was unaware of the intricacies. In her heart, she only thought Chen Xuan was still putting on a brave front—let’s see how long you can keep it up.
In a daze, Liang Chen thought of Tang Yan, of Fatty Wang, of Luoshan, of He Lulu—so many people worth remembering, yet he could not let them become nothing more than memories.
After Helan Jun entered the main hall to receive guests, no one saw him come out again. Deep into the night, Old Liu the constable finally left the City Lord’s Mansion and hurried toward the city garrison.
Below, among the disciples of Moonshade Sect watching the tournament, an old man fixed a cold gaze on Ye Cangtian, thinking to himself that this youth’s talent was too terrifying. He would have to be slain before he could fully mature.
Although Zhang Haicheng’s shout was heard, the others’ magical treasures had already shot toward Tian Yue, and with hatred fueling their attacks, how could their bodies halt so abruptly? Of course Tian Yue knew what Zhang Haicheng was worried about, but how could he let such an opportunity slip by?
“There’s meat and wine before us, yet it feels like something’s missing,” Cold Xiao Yi remarked as he sat by the campfire. The Medicine Sect crowd was in high spirits.
Zhou Wushuang did not hesitate for a moment—he chose to get the gravely wounded Violent Bear away from this place of trouble where they could not linger.
“Adopted? What does that mean?” Seeing Yu Pengpeng like this, Cloud was no longer so imperious; her tone, almost unconsciously, grew gentler.

Qi Xuan spoke with great confidence: “Don’t worry, it’ll definitely fetch a good price.” Years ago, after being driven out of the capital, he’d seen Pang Jinglun sell a single painting for over a hundred taels of silver—an experience that left a deep impression on him.
She had already served the heir two years ago. The heir was young and vigorous, so such matters were naturally frequent.
“President, those decorative things are of little use to us. What we really want is…” a second-level Mageweaver began to speak.
“Yun’er!” Xuan Shu and Shun Ying’s legs gave out at once. Had they not grown used to terrifying scenes, they would have collapsed onto the ground. All the free-spirited cultivators of the sect were stunned, then began to speak out in turn.
King Mo did not finish his sentence, but everyone had already guessed what he meant. His description—“as bad as it gets”—was enough for the rest to realize just how dire the situation had become.
“What? What did you say your name was?” Everyone was shocked, even Zhang Weihan at his side was no exception.
“She… she seems to be holding something new in her hand.” Just as Jiuyin stepped out of the Hall of Inheritance, the disciples’ hushed discussions drifted over. No matter how softly they spoke, Jiuyin caught every word.