Volume One, Chapter 58: Acting

Montage, upon hearing the commotion, hurriedly found a corner to hide himself.
“Strange, why is there so much water here?”
A figure spoke up.
“Could we have taken a wrong turn?”
Another voice answered.
“That’s unlikely. The map the Beastmaster gave us can’t possibly be wrong.”
The two continued chatting as they walked towards Montage’s hiding place.
“What’s with these two? How dare they wander through the forest so late at night?” Montage listened to their conversation, secretly alarmed.
But when he saw their faces, his pupils contracted sharply.
“The Poker people!”
Indeed, both wore poker masks.
They approached, but Chen Shu and his companions carried on their conversation, while the parents led the children away to play, and Wang Zilan, Li Yaxin, and sister-in-law Hong Xia went to help prepare the food.
Bai Shanshan’s wrist was wrapped in layer upon layer of white gauze, stained with blood so vivid it was startling. Perhaps from excessive blood loss, her usually rosy cheeks now looked exceptionally pale.
As her elder brother, he could only keep the truth from her, not letting her see it with her own eyes, so at least she might feel a little better inside.
After it was revealed that Chen Shu had opened an account in Tangshan, the first suspicion of many was that someone from the steel or cement mining industries was involved—otherwise, who would dare invest over ten million in stocks? Their speculation wasn’t wrong, but none knew that Chen Shu was a young entrepreneur.
The position of the Sixth Swordmaster, which had belonged to Wang Cheng before he was killed by Xiao Yifeng, was now filled by a new strongman from Divine Sword Mountain.

Yu Zinuo forced a smile, trying to appear relaxed and ease his brother’s worries, but her stiff expression reminded her it was pointless. The awkwardness of her tears and laughter was ugly enough—best not to embarrass herself and give him more reason to mock her.
Outside Beast City, the disciples of the Xuan Zhen Sword Sect formed the first battalion, while on a nearby hillside, many more of their powerful members gathered.
“Xuan’er, you should choose one. You’re the child’s and his mother’s lifesaver—it’s only right.” Huangfu Lei spoke like a gentle spring breeze, his words carrying a magical power, sweeping away all Xuan’er’s worries.
As time passed, in less than a moment, the glow of the mighty gate dimmed, and two shadows flickered within, slowly stepping out.
At that instant, a hand shimmering with pale golden light reached out, fingers delicately pinching a bullet mid-flight, stopping it beside Claire’s temple.
Usually, if uncertain, he could offer vague hints, but with “General of the Stars” Kadria watching from the side, the less said the better.
In Muxi’s room, Mu Xia, who had been lying in bed scrolling through videos, suddenly felt tightness in her chest, her heartbeat and breathing inexplicably quickening, a strange feeling rising from deep within.
“I knew you’d come back.” Ahdai’s deep voice echoed in Gao Peng’s ears.
Guo Jia and Wang An recounted the events in tandem, so Liu Qi soon understood the situation.
The most terrifying thing was that even near the central command tent, the emperor’s voice could be heard.
Chen Kaizhi stepped forward, planting his foot on the man’s face, looking down upon his bloodless pallor, spitting out his words through gritted teeth.
Now that the Destroyer had stepped into the trap, detonating the two thousand tons of high explosives underground would easily kill it. With such a deadly trap in place, the High Priest no longer needed to chase the spider platform.
“…Captain, you don’t need to worry. I have spirit sight.” Klein was surprised to find he felt no astonishment at all.
Chen Yulou descended to the bottom of the well, turned and looked around, his eyes showing a hint of amazement. Hundreds of coffins were piled below—some coffins, some sarcophagi, and some ceramic jars used for urn burials. All were exceedingly old, their styles and eras vastly different.
The Duke of Sacred Transmission looked impatient; every time a scholarly title was vacant, endless trouble followed. The seven great dukes each had their own opinions, often arguing fiercely over it.
“Where’s your captain Song Hua? Didn’t he come to train you?” Chen Feng called over a super soldier to ask.
Three days later, Tianjiang City became lively, as countless powerful cultivators arrived, all with a simple goal: to attend the inauguration ceremony of the Transmission Sect.
Wei Renwu couldn’t immediately decipher the meaning of the numbers, but he had some idea about the key. It was very short—clearly not a door key, but more like a key for a lock.

“I faced so many thugs last night. Shouldn’t you care whether I came through unscathed?” Yuan Jing thought Wei Renwu truly lacked any sense of empathy.
He didn’t regret pledging allegiance to the Qing, but this was the first time he’d been so afraid since doing so.
Such high-level pills meant that every one of the ten thousand immortal beasts got their share, and all rejoiced. The ones Xiang Yang favored received the full ‘battle package’, and after obtaining them, many beasts even bowed to him from afar.
According to Yu Hai’s final instructions, the war would break out within half a month at most, and Fortress Jia-san was likely to be the main target of the barbarian assault.
Tsukimi Naru and Fang Youpeng struggled not to laugh; now they knew who was the most miserable—Li Luo Xuan had borrowed the grand general. This was a missile-class figure; even Ezekiel would be shocked upon seeing him.
“Is it him? Wang Shishang?” Although Chen Feng knew there could be no other, he still had to confirm.
In the vampire clan, a duke was already a supreme expert. The elders of the family were chosen from among the dukes, and a few dukes even possessed power comparable to princes.
The man in the bamboo hat said nothing, simply continued following the old man forward, leaving the place calm once more.
Many were so frightened they wet themselves on the spot—such a huge fireball was something most mortals would never see in their lifetime, and having never seen it, they certainly didn’t wish to experience it firsthand.
“My power barely affects it.” Shangguan Xinyue spread her hands, revealing information that almost made Tang Chen cough blood.
“Very well, then let me ask you: is it true that all members of our eight great families died in there?” Nangong Lei spoke.
“Useless! After so many years, you still haven’t found out!” Cheng Sheng said angrily.
Chen Wei had An Yu take notes. After meeting with the representative, An Yu handed the organized materials to Chen Wei.
“The Melody Hall is already abuzz—there’s no way not to know. When he arrives, he’ll get a taste of hardship and realize there’s always someone better out there.” Zhang Jiayin squinted as she spoke.
The Domain Lord slowly extended a finger from his sleeve, tapping the imprint of the fist. All remained calm, while Xu Mo was sent flying hundreds of yards before he barely managed to steady himself.
In the days that followed, Allen kept a close watch on the two voyeurs, keeping them strictly confined indoors. As for Locke, after arriving at the temple, he never appeared again; no one knew where he had gone.