Volume One, Chapter 40: Joining the Guardians Squad
“To have encountered that madman’s avatar and still managed to turn the tables—I can’t decide whether to praise your luck or your sheer tenacity,” Huang the Half-Immortal remarked, unable to contain his awe.
“You mean I killed his avatar?” Montage’s face showed astonishment.
“Of course it was his avatar. If his true self had been present, not only you—even I might not have been able to defeat him.” After searching for most of the day only to discover this truth, Lu Zijia and Mu Tianyan exchanged somewhat awkward glances.
The audience below held their breath. By now, they cared little whose wedding it was; the roaring tide, towering rocks, swirling flames, and twinkling stars—merely witnessing these realms made their attendance worthwhile.
On the main seat sat a man clad in a blue-and-white brocade robe, his features handsome yet pale. He fixed his gaze on Tang Hu’er, sizing her up, occasionally emitting a quiet cough.
“I won’t come looking for you every few days. I’ll find a way to have the wanted notice withdrawn,” Lou Xinglan promised, a mutual understanding established between them.
Upon hearing the name Yao Lefei, Lin Kedong felt only irritation; a stifling sensation pressed in his chest, leaving him uneasy.
The carriage rolled through fields and forests, the beautiful scenery soothing Li Xuan’s restless mood. She lay comfortably beside the driver, basking in the sunlight and gazing at the sky. Tang San emerged slowly from within the carriage, settling beside Li Xuan.
He Yan looked at his mother, considered for a moment, then decided it best to explain. Though he knew she was joking, saying nothing at all felt wrong.
It was as if the pillow arrived just when sleep beckoned. Jiang Liu planned to present a song and dance to the Spirit Emperor; having an orchestral background was ideal. Now, with a musician of his own, he need not ask the Spirit Emperor for one—after all, requesting everything from him would only make him seem ill-prepared.
The three ancestors of the Xiahou family shuddered violently, their figures instantly sent flying backward. Blood poured from their mouths, their auras faded; it was clear they had suffered a grievous blow.
The Shadowbird nodded with satisfaction: “Not bad, not bad.” Yet, what exactly was the Classic of Mountains and Seas? He would have to visit and find out someday, since they seemed to know his kind so well.
The elder at Sword Without Flaw’s side heard this and said no more. He had once been the Supreme Elder of Sword Rain Sect, a cultivator of the Third Realm, but now his only role was to guard Sword Without Flaw.
Moreover, every subordinate of Young Master Huo was an elite, each bearing a deadly aura.
At these words, the disciples all breathed a sigh of relief, genuinely fearing that Jiang Xuchen might act rashly in a moment of hot-headedness.
Thus, upon seeing the fierce wind, Wu Tian immediately sensed trouble. This was only Han Shi’s first tribulation, yet it was already so arduous; he feared the final stage would reach a truly terrifying level.
Because the primeval forest was overgrown and difficult to traverse, they could not march in four-man rows as on a flat road. Instead, they had to proceed single file through the dense woods.
They planned to bring warmth to several national-level impoverished counties, offering advice and support for poverty alleviation. In short, they would contribute both money and effort.
The extreme Fourth Realm technique caused a sensation; after all, only that ancient sect possessed such a method. If the Heavenly Martial Sect acquired it, disaster would surely follow.
Zhao Xing and Zhou Jiang were both present, sipping morning tea. Upon hearing that Ye Qing and Ye Si had left, their expressions relaxed in ways words could not describe.
Zhao Hao had returned to his previous state, continuously absorbing souls. If tired, he absorbed at a slower pace, purchased elixirs from the system, or crushed high-grade spirit stones to replenish his energy.
Ji Ying, with her unique constitution, was a born assassin; this stalk of Hidden Spirit Grass could further awaken her abilities.
After all that had happened, Old Jiang was truly dissatisfied with Li Cuihua and wanted to sever ties.