Volume 1, Chapter 35: Shen Zhi Wakes Up

It is not every day that the martial arts world offers such a spectacle. Once the news spread, countless martial artists began long journeys to a place called Tianjing City—a city that had recently been at the center of the storm—to see for themselves whether three thousand soldiers of the Great Song could truly seize the King’s dragon throne.

At night, by the light of a clear lamp, Xina lay in bed, taking a rare moment of leisure to organize all that had transpired and all that she still needed to do.

Blades, swords, and palm strikes unleashed a sky-filling force once more upon Xiongba. The "Three-Point Return to Origin" is strongest when concentrated into a single point. In a one-on-one fight, Xiongba could channel it through a single finger; though the range was small, it was impossible for Nie Renwang, Duan Shuai, or Bu Jingyun to easily deflect it.

Athena first recounted some of her recent experiences, such as her sudden discovery that another Athena existed in the world; she had engaged the other in battle, only to be defeated and lose the power she had just reclaimed.

Xu Chenjun was far more than a mere unprincipled merchant; truth be told, the man was a grand thief of the century. Taking advantage of his rebirth, the commercial empire he possessed was essentially built on embezzling the development funds of various nations, seizing into his own portfolio products that should have belonged to the people of other lands.

The scene described by Cao Rong made the opulent decor of later generations look like a joke. This, by god, was true wealth that rivaled princes—and it was wealth displayed openly, the very kind the Great Song royal family delighted in seeing.

Both combatants were preparing their most terrifying attacks. Brilliant rays of light soared into the heavens, clearly visible from every corner of the Immortal Realm. All the cultivators gazed up at the sky in terror.

While the reversal of time is miraculous, it is not unknown. Yet, what if one could reverse time? The laws of karma are far more insidious than the forces of time and space.

"Hehe, I'm sorry to have worried you," Nie Tianxing said with a gentle smile, patting Ling Yue’s head with an affectionate look.

These people, smug in their own cleverness, assumed they were wiser than everyone else, convinced at a glance that this was an obvious trap.

Angel Yan pondered for a moment before looking at Su Mali, who stood beside Hua Ye, hands on his hips, showing off his perfect physique.

Cao Bin hurriedly urged his horse forward. What puzzled him was that although the Prince of Xiangyang was at his wit's end, he did not fight with full force, and only about five thousand men had come down the mountain.

"Stop acting," she scoffed. "A weasel wishing a chicken a Happy New Year—clearly ill-intentioned, yet you put on such an innocent facade."

On the evening of July 1st, after a voyage of nearly four days, the "Dream Ocean" finally arrived at Damir Port.

He Linlin worked in the entertainment industry; once Shen Yuexin grew familiar with her, it was only natural that she would meet He Qianshu.

Suddenly hearing low sobbing at the door, Jia Dongxu, who had been feeling drowsy, woke up instantly.

Strange noises permeated the room. How to describe them? They sounded like two rough pieces of metal being rubbed together forcefully, or perhaps a long-neglected wooden chair suddenly being crushed by a heavy man. In any case, it certainly was not a sound that any proper musical instrument should produce.

As he maneuvered the scout drone downward, the flames did not extinguish. The tunnel below was winding and deep, making it impossible to discern the situation.

However, constrained by his status and Jia Dongxu’s warning not to set foot in the Jia household again, he dared not act rashly.

Today should have been his shift alongside Cao Bin, but since Cao Bin had taken leave, he could enjoy the luxury of being alone for another day.

Yet, to be held by him like this, to have her tears wiped away by his own hand—she thought that everything was worth it.

Before getting into the car, Lan Ying suddenly looked back. She froze in place, staring fixedly at Fu Qingli. Fu Qingli looked back at her with a blank expression. Their gazes locked; he watched her, and she watched him.

"I, Yuanji, will never forget the grace of your rebirth, Lord Ying. On the day of success, you shall be my adoptive father and the Chancellor of the State of Wei." Where Wei Yuanji surpassed Lord Xinling was that he did not offer Hou Ying a mere position as a strategist, but entrusted him with the Chancellorship of a nation, and bound him with the intangible tie of kinship.

I opened the map and ran all the way back to the village to find the physician Xue. I dumped everything in my bag onto him, traded it all for red potions and food, and repaired my equipment. On the way back to hunt monsters, a crisp [Ding—] sounded in my ear.

"Of course. Besides, I'm an adult now; I don't want to actually end up in jail," I shook my head.

To defend against Bai Cao's assassination attempt, Kong Chan’s concentration wavered for a moment, leaving an opening in his defenses.

The grove was vast and dense, with many gnarled ancient trees entwined with thick and thin vines. Within it, a hazy mist seemed to linger, making the place feel exceptionally eerie.

She squinted at her surroundings; this cave seemed to hold a world of its own. Feng Qingcheng followed the faint aura of the Black Dragon King and groped her way deeper inside.

According to the knowledge I had crammed from the Lan Group and SPL, although the Shi Moli Er possessed autonomous thought, it had only the instincts of an attacker; like its appearance, it was a brutal beast. The Qiuka Yili, however, possessed both autonomous thought and a human shape. Though they looked somewhat disgusting, they were capable of continuously manufacturing their own kind.

Double sentries—one visible, one hidden. This was specifically arranged by Xiao Chen. Having once served as the captain of the Wolf Clan Special Forces, he was quite experienced in these matters; at the very least, he did better at this than he did at commanding so many soldiers in battle.

"Next time I go out at night, I'll tell you in advance so you don't have to come looking for me," Ai Qiaoqiao said earnestly.

The police officer was noncommittal. After asking several more questions, he ordered us not to leave the town of Bulin for the time being, sternly adding that if we had nowhere to stay, we might as well stay at the police station. It was clear he viewed us as the prime suspects.

After speaking, he took the bottle, intending to pour drinks for everyone himself. The people sitting in the inner room had already seen Fu Shijin outside. One man with a potbelly greeted him loudly, "Mr. Fu!" and headed toward him.

"Yes, yes, yes, that’s it," Zhang Jianren said, his face full of joy. After the words left his mouth, he felt it was inappropriate. He glanced at Du Fanghua and, seeing she seemed truly oblivious, he felt relieved.

Ai Qiaoqiao quietly tugged at Ruo Huaixi’s sleeve, shaking her head incessantly, trying to get him to stop Ye Lishang.

Yu Xiubai’s words made Tao Shiru realize immediately that her every move these past few days had been under their surveillance.

Han Zhenhan’s intent could not have been clearer: they were definitely leaving, but how and when they left required a firm plan. Moreover, while they had arrived quietly, they really had to leave with a grand fanfare.