Volume 1, Chapter 28: The Jealousy Jar Shatters

With a sudden movement, Tiger Lord was upon Ouyang in an instant, seizing him and locking his thick arms tightly around his neck.

It was him! The mysterious man who had helped the police take down the bank robbers last time. So, that was why everyone had felt relieved at his arrival.

Immediately, countless white figures leaped into the air, launching various attacks toward the Saint of Thunder. The emerald jade pendant at Baili Qianxun’s waist flared with intense light, bathing all the white figures in a green hue and making them appear as if they had gained physical form.

Before she could process this, her wrist was gripped tightly. Mu Chen pulled her up and led her toward the door.

Possessing the strength of the Profound Martial Realm yet acting like a common thug—perhaps these two were not from a major clan after all. At the very least, the disciples of the noble families he knew would never behave in such an erratic manner. So, who were they, really?

"Brother Le, when do you plan to set off for the Eastern Province? Shall we depart together?" Bai Mingtang changed the subject.

The two exchanged a panicked glance. Seeing that Furong showed no reaction, they followed her inside with trepidation.

She was resistant to the cold, but he was not. Even so, he endured the chill, choosing to stay there with her for a while.

Zhou Ruijie was not in her police uniform today. Her attire was simple—a well-fitted casual outfit—yet it still highlighted her graceful figure and ethereal beauty.

Since the complete fusion of the Nether Eye, he had benefited immensely. At the same time, he had gained a clearer understanding of the dangers he now faced, and why the youth in the tomb who claimed to be from the Underworld had kept warning him.

On the widest street in Wuxue City, the authorities struggled to maintain order as countless commoners stood on tiptoes, held back from the sidelines to watch.

Cao Peng did not rush home but instead went to the Night Feast. This was originally He Shutuo’s territory, held by Luo Gang, but after He Shutuo fled, Luo Gang had seized control of it.

Under the lighthouse, the entire Ling Street of the temple fair was exceptionally quiet, with only two voices ringing out in succession.

Zhuang Zuoren let out a coquettish laugh, covering her mouth as she said, "Look at me now. Between me and your Third Princess, Long Xian’er, who is more beautiful?" Her eyes sparkled, and her voice was melodious and deeply enchanting.

Spirit swords and spirit beasts were typically manifestations of purely mental attacks—like projecting a psychic blade into an enemy's mind—but they were certainly not meant to be wielded physically like Sasaki Hime did, nor could they clash directly against Yang Bian's dagger.

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Master Yin Yue’s silver whip missed its mark. As she retracted it and witnessed this bizarre scene, she was struck with horror.

The middle-aged Taoist gazed at Su Yang, trembling with fear. Suddenly, he stepped back, laid down his peach-wood sword, and let out a long, heavy sigh.

If she, like the High Priest, only knew this to be a divine relic, given her personality, she would never have knelt on the spot.

Long Lihai did not answer, instead asking, "You aren't falling for him, are you? Is that why you want to save him?" He saw Long Xian’er blush, her expression shy and silent, though a glimmer of joy flickered in her eyes.

Jin Tai and Alex, who arrived last, subdued Zhuo Ruikai, not only tying him up but also stuffing his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

"Fine." Finally, Ji Liunian could not resist Sheng Shi’s persistence. She selected three ingredients and prepared two dishes and a soup.

After dressing, Xiao Yan pushed open the bedroom door. Sunlight filtered through the dense tree branches, casting sparse, dappled spots on the ground. The vast courtyard was strangely silent.

"However, I heard from my teacher that the master has long since passed away." With a soft sigh, Hua Yan produced a crystal bead and handed it to Li Daoyuan.

Yet the two seemed identical. With a bitter smile, he said nothing more, continuing to scan the surroundings.

Sheng Shi struggled to return the furious man to his bed, then practically fled the emergency room in a desperate scramble.

The wind had been strong that day, blowing the parachutists toward the spot where they had parked. The picnickers were some distance away and naturally did not come over to investigate.

This QQ account had always been offline and had never messaged her, so Ling Baolu had never asked about the identity behind it. She hadn't expected a message to arrive today.

This train of thought was far too erratic; he honestly could not accept it. It was a workout for the heart—if someone with a weak heart met Yu Lu, they would surely end up in the hospital.

The Li woman had almost killed Zhu Chunlian, the person her mother-in-law had once favored most, yet the mother-in-law had merely punished her superficially. She was truly too biased.

A golden sword beam and a black one, like a meteor shower, slashed through the dark sky one after the other, casting a fleeting light over the dim forest.

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Only when the scattered clues were gradually discovered and finally pieced together into a complete puzzle did Lin Yunlang give up his search.

He knew it wasn't in his nature to get to the bottom of things; he simply enjoyed chatting and making small talk to fill the silence.

For Li Xiang, the state of his mother, Chen Jiamei, had exhausted him both physically and mentally. Faced with this tiny studio, he began to feel a sense of despair.

Li Jingye was one of the founding heroes of the Great Tang and a minister most trusted by the late Emperor Taizu. After Emperor Shengzong ascended the throne, he had repeatedly requested to resign, citing his advanced age and poor health, but each time, Li Chengdao had firmly rejected it.

The vehicle sped through the raging wind. It was mid-winter, and snowflakes like cotton clung to their shoulders and hair.

Ever since they learned that the Gu family’s children were attending school, the families of Ming-shui Village had begun sending their own children as well.

Unlike the lush, verdant scenery of the surrounding mountain range, the entire Sword-Enlightenment Cliff was barren. Not a single blade of grass grew there, and the stone face was covered in dense, terrifying sword marks.

Yue Ning could guess his status as a prince, which didn't surprise him, but how did she know he was the Jade-Faced Rakshasa?

It was no coincidence. Ever since he encountered Li Wuming and his group last night, he had been keeping an eye on them. He had even trailed them like a hound today, so he knew exactly where they were.

Crossing the firebreak that had been bombarded by mortars, a scene of carnage met their eyes.

Fortunately, it didn't snap; otherwise, with the characteristic of a life-bound weapon where damage to one is damage to all, I suspect I would have perished here.

I truly had no strength left to fight it. As its claws descended, I reflected on these few encounters—I had fallen behind each time due to carelessness and underestimating the enemy. Being a novice, young and arrogant, I had repeatedly walked into danger. I truly regret my past; I have been far too lazy on the path of cultivation.