Volume 1, Chapter 29: Escape

"Go ahead, brothers, beat him to a pulp! This is Jie's turf; no need to pay for anything you break," Guan Shicong bellowed.

Mo Shang leaped off the sparring ring, not even sparing Zhou Feihong a glance as he walked to a deserted corner and closed his eyes to meditate.

Meng Peiyuan irritably lifted his head from Bai Tongxin's neck. Hearing footsteps approaching, and ever possessive of his territory, he didn't wait for the intruder to get closer before swiftly and efficiently tying up Bai Tongxin’s half-open sauna robe.

Dozens of people stood like stone statues, motionless for a long time, forced to concentrate every ounce of their strength to resist a terrifying pressure capable of crushing anyone at the sixth refinement of the Seven Souls. Naturally, they remained oblivious to the events unfolding below.

Zhou Ran was not worried about what tricks Ju Siwei might have up his sleeve. He channeled a faint sliver of divine consciousness into the Profound Fire Jade Linglong, allowing it to seep into the deepest recesses, guided by Ju Siwei’s own mental trail.

She was so beautiful, so elegant and moving. The tall man beside her had handsome, rugged features and moved with a casual ease, naturally exuding the decisive, authoritative aura of someone long accustomed to power.

"Chu Ruxuan, have you lost your mind? You’re training the moment you get back—what on earth happened?" the man shouted at him.

Even Mo Shang had to focus all his internal energy into his eyes, straining with every fiber of his being, just to catch the trajectory of Bai Lingyun's attack.

Mo Shang’s eyes flashed. He sensed incredibly rich surges of spiritual energy from these buildings—more than ten thousand times denser than the energy he usually absorbed during his cultivation.

He then sat down next to Baoyin’s father without a hint of hesitation. Seeing the wolf-skin mat under Lin Weiguo, he immediately shifted over and nudged Lin Weiguo aside with his hip before settling into his spot.

It felt like a head of cabbage that had been cultivated for a long time being suddenly rooted up by a pig. If it were a pig he knew, it might be one thing, but to have a pig arrive for only a single day and uproot the cabbage he had painstakingly raised for over a decade—the sense of loss was impossible to shake off.

Having made up his mind, Xiao Wei went to find Li Yong on Sunday morning, intending both to assemble the team and to offer a formal apology for the previous incident.

By the second half of the night, the situation had clearly spiraled beyond expectations. The number of refugees flooding into the city far exceeded the original population. They had besieged the county office all day, yet not a single grain of food had been produced, while those who had seized grain were already well-fed.

She kept choosing and choosing until she fell asleep, exhausted, right on top of her clothes, without ever having picked out an outfit she was satisfied with.

Although their Fujiwara clan did train ninjas, those proficient in elemental ninjutsu were few and far between. Most were taijutsu specialists, completely different from the versatile ninjas cultivated by the Yamamoto clan.

However, having traveled north and south for many years, what kind of people hadn't Wang Danian seen? Just yesterday, everything had been agreed upon—the goods were to be handed over in Huayin County. But now, they had changed the location to Weinan County, adding another day to the journey. Wang Danian felt a twinge of worry: would these people eventually force him to deliver the goods all the way to Chang'an?

Xiao Wei and Yang Hong followed, with Yi Qing and Wang Tao trailing behind. As soon as Chang Shiqing exited the police station, she hopped into a three-wheeled taxi. Xiao Wei and the others followed close behind, terrified of losing her; they knew this was the most critical part of their plan to follow the clues.

Fortunately, they weren't without contingencies. Suppressed by Lin Zheng, the enemy sniper never found an opportunity to fire a second shot.

Even without any shady dealings, Volovitch’s status alone made it worth mobilizing such forces. Su Qin did not hesitate for a moment.

As I drew closer, an inexplicable worry welled up within me, causing me to slow my pace, only to be suddenly approached by a ghost asking for directions.

Amidst the silence, Yan Yeguang stepped off the podium, walked to his bunk, wrapped himself in his quilt, and went to sleep with his head covered.

A sound like that of a wild beast erupted from Iori Yagami’s throat. The intensity of the noise forced everyone to cover their ears—even Mord, Mitga, and Gray were no exception.

Wujing and Sun Wukong could only nod, watching the situation in the sky. Just then, the dark clouds suddenly opened wide, spitting out five divine thunderbolts. The black lightning struck toward me once more, the energy within the bolts whistling through the air with a deafening roar.

Ling Wei rode her Harley, her pearl-like hair dancing in the wind. Her fair skin and alluring face—all of it combined made every fellow driver on the road gulp in secret, followed by silent curses at Chen Luobin for his good fortune.

The Prince shook his head, looking on in terror as Cao Sen raised that bright yellow dagger again and hacked off another of his own arms. Without needing a command, the Old Tree Demon snatched up the severed arm and tossed it into the fire.

Bacchus stood with his arms crossed, his black wings unfurled leisurely in the air, watching the approaching Gray with a faint, relaxed smile.

A werewolf warrior, his eyes bloodshot with rage, howled and lunged at Cao Sen from behind. Cao Sen suddenly whirled around and let out a fierce roar. It wasn't loud, yet that single shout was enough to make the werewolf bleed from his seven orifices and freeze in place, his raised scimitar gleaming in the sunlight, yet unable to move a muscle.

"Chujian, get in!" As I was walking, a car pulled up beside me, and Uncle Hai poked his head out.

Hearing that sound made everyone's skin crawl. I couldn't find where that ghostly thing was, and fearing it might suddenly appear to harm Wujing, I set up several layers of overlapping prohibitions around her before I finally felt at ease.

On the four large television screens hanging above the ring, Xu Lao of the judging panel brought out two funnel-shaped instruments.

"No! The Supreme Mowo did not use the Way of No-Self; he was hit on purpose!" Ji Tian shook his head and said.

For the first time, beyond wanting to cultivate immortality alongside Wang Xu, she also wanted to strive for the sake of the background she came from.

Originally, Jiang Qing’s older sister was named Jiang Shui, but by the time she reached middle school, she wasn't satisfied with the name and took the liberty of changing it to Jiang Shuiyue.

Yi Xi Shangren walked up to Tang Luo, stopping a few steps away—about a meter—and refusing to get any closer, merely shaking his head slightly.

Li Yu no longer had any desire to buy anything. Zhou Mingjie’s business was a gold mine; it would be improper for him to muscle his way in.

"Psychopathy" refers to an overly sensitive nervous system. Those with this trait often feel like outcasts due to their extreme sensitivity, and in conventional society, they are often labeled as "mentally ill."

"Xue'er..." Gu Rou and Zhao Wenman were terrified. They desperately wanted to know: was this still the Xue'er they knew?

Ling Yu carefully sensed the state of his body and couldn't help but smile bitterly. With the thin spiritual energy of the human realm, he didn't know how long it would take to fully recover.