Volume 1, Chapter 40: The Mole Revealed

Seven miles to the west of the city.
The location of the red dot on the map, "Nine Immortals Pavilion."
Is there truly a fragment of the Haotian Mirror there?
Yuan Ziyuan had instructed him to wait three days and not to act rashly.
But what if he could secure the fragment ahead of time...
Should he go? Or not?
The scorching heat in his chest surged again, and the Primordial Violet Qi in his dantian roiled in response, carrying a restless impulse he could barely suppress.
Is this risk worth taking?
Thoughts swirled in his mind, but his physical exhaustion quickly gained the upper hand.
Every part of his body cried out with fatigue.
Sleep first.
Think when dawn comes.
He told himself.
As he lay on the bed, every fiber of his being felt sore and weak.
His eyelids grew heavy...

Chen Zhengyang gave a cynical smile, his tone, however, remaining calm. "Impossible!" She had wanted to say so much to reproach him, but in this moment, she suddenly felt it unnecessary. His own guilt and conscience would rebuke him; she needed to do nothing at all.
Mu Zhen stared at Chen Zimo, her gaze turning resolute. "What I have fought so hard to obtain, I will not let go again."

Thinking of Tong Rui, Man Jia felt a twinge of guilt, as if they hadn't been in touch much lately. Since coming abroad, they hadn't spoken on the phone, and she had no idea how she was doing. With this thought, her mood dampened.

Su Lingfeng and Mo Wenchen exchanged a glance, both seeing a flicker of doubt in the other's eyes. Jin Chui’s performance was far too normal; it didn't look like anything had happened to the Gnome tribe at all. Had they misjudged the situation?

Qin Jingyu felt like crying, knowing there was no way out today. She quietly shifted toward the shade of a tree, preparing for a long battle.

"Heh heh, the ages have been lonely; this world is due for a change." The God King of Hatred, the God King of Primordial Beginnings, and Huang Yifan gathered together at an unknown moment. They looked at the God King of Ten Thousand Swords and the others, sneering before vanishing from sight.

Qin Long, devoid of any airs, naturally didn't waste his focus on this excited fellow, as the next match was the duel of Ni Yang.

Wange cried, her face streaked with tears like rain, looking pitiful. Her beautiful, large eyes were red and swollen, evoking involuntary pity in others.

The four individuals, bound by a thousand threads of fate, had finally gathered. Each harbored complex emotions, with Su Wange feeling the most agitated of them all.

"Thank you, sister!" Chun Lian believed that this Imperial Concubine Qi would surely make good use of the information she provided. Regardless of who it was for, it would indirectly serve to avenge her own grievances.

As long as Qin Anlan did not let go, his proximity to Qiqi—or anything that might happen between them—was somewhat... inappropriate.

She discarded a medicinal pill and left. The seventh-rank alchemist muttered to himself that he never wanted to stay in this wretched place again.

But Mommy was stubborn. If there was something she didn't want to say, even if someone held a blade to her throat, she wouldn't utter a word.

Once everything was prepared, from the teachers down to the weakest student, Huang Wuye, the Divine Phoenix Academy was ready.

In an instant, more than half of the thousands of onlookers gathered around were clamoring to report the matter to the authorities.

It wasn't that she truly feared him; rather, Su Nuan realized in a split second that the wound on her left chest could not afford the slightest strain.

She simply didn't care; on an occasion like today, she didn't want to spoil everyone's mood.

Indeed, from the night Han Linlin first saw Shen Qianyue, she had fallen for him at first sight.

Agitated, Han Yingshe didn't fall into a deep sleep until two or three in the morning. When she woke the next day, her eyes were still heavy with sleep.

Otherwise, why would they be holding each other like this just to eat dinner? Very few couples would do such a thing.

Although Jian Feng was not a demon cultivator, he was currently staying with Yi Chen. Looking at them, the two seemed to be chatting about something. A smile appeared on Xiao Ye’s face before he suddenly vanished from where he stood.

"Who are you!" The middle-aged man stared intensely at the white shadow hiding amidst the countless spatial rifts, his voice heavy and grave. Instinctively, he clearly felt that the person before him was an incredibly formidable opponent.

Because Zhong Jinwei wanted to keep a low profile, he had not brought his horses, and he had set requirements for those around him as well. Except for Gu Baichuan, Wang Peng, Yu Changjian, and Zheng Zhilong, everyone else had been dispersed.

Lin Xiao did not retreat but advanced instead, his sword light piercing toward the center of the giant wolf’s brow. With his stellar-level cultivation fully erupted, the three-foot sword glow suddenly surged by another foot just as it reached the wolf's brow, piercing its skull. A powerful force detonated within, turning the head into a mass of gore.

Lin Xiao’s attack came too suddenly to evade. The four men opened the cabin doors and jumped out simultaneously. Two seconds later, their fighter jets were struck accurately, erupting into flames in the air and turning into wreckage.

"Come in." A weathered voice echoed in Lei Gang’s ear, and the eight guards looked toward him in unison.

Seeing the bright orange critical damage numbers, every player in the appraisal shop was instantly petrified! Was it a dream? The leader of the Fengyun Mercenary Group, whose worst equipment was dark-gold tier, had been sent back to his hometown with a single strike? Someone had dealt over eighty thousand damage with one hit—could it be an illusion?

Park Jun-nam paused to rest his horse, calculating that he could no longer stay in the Great Tang. He would rather flee back to Goguryeo, claiming his heart was in Liaodong while his body was in the Tang, and that he had tried to assassinate a Tang prince but failed. This way, he would be hailed as a hero and might even regain his rank as an officer.

Today, the day had finally come to reclaim his lost home and land, avenge his family, and drive out the Jiannu once and for all.

However, he truly had to thank Feng Nan for that time. The math teacher was the strictest, and for students who hadn't finished their homework, he would call their parents one by one for a talk. Knowing this "fate," Lin Zhi didn't want her mother to come to school at all, so she begged Feng Nan to help by handing in the test paper a bit later.

Yet, Quan Feiyi’s cold expression did not soften in the slightest because of Huaxi’s concession.

As soon as he approached, a pungent smell of chemicals wafted over. Han Feng pinched his nose and frowned, looking at Yu Yudie.

"Wahahaha! The feeling of flying is amazing!" Xia Xingyu was already circling the Xuanwu warship on his "flying sword" of imagination.