Chapter 38

Yuan Guang gazed at Mu Xifeng, whose hair was stark white, his eyes twitching uncontrollably. To tear a giant dragon apart with bare hands—what kind of immense power must that require? Who exactly was this man? Why had he never seen him among the rankings of the Heavenly List?

With the silent approval of Aotian Que, the grey-robed elder transformed into a streak of brilliance, lunging violently toward Ling Xiao.

Xia Ke explained that Xia Yanqing had yet to find a way to lower the price of glass while simultaneously increasing production volume.

Xu Qiaoyou was absolutely furious. Fortunately, she hadn't started changing yet; had someone barged in while she was in the middle of it, she would have truly gone berserk.

Lin Fei’s hand, clutching the wine glass, loosened. With a sharp "clatter," the glass hit the marble floor and shattered.

"Keep the jade slip safe. Once I have rescued your sister, I will come to find you." Although Mu Xifeng was no paragon of virtue, he was a man who never broke his word or betrayed a promise.

The abbot of Ganye Temple was a man of status, even in the eyes of the Emperor. Yet, here they were, wanting to hunt wild rabbits outside the temple, making a ruckus like a pack of dogs?

Mu Xifeng let out a soft shout, his large hands erupting with a powerful force that shoved Ao Wuming out of the gravitational field. At the same time, he tapped his foot against the black object and vaulted upward. In the blink of an eye, he reached the Bull Demon King. He repeated the same maneuver, pushing with both palms to propel him toward the outskirts of the mountain.

However, after making inquiries, people learned that a glass workshop was being built here. Because the workshop was large, it was inconvenient to be in a bustling area, which was why the outskirts were chosen. Only then did the crowd abandon the idea of following the trend.

Although the ten Heavenly Kings possessed death-immunity medallions and could refuse to enter the arena, there were always ways to goad them into anger. Furthermore, as an eighth-level martial artist, Tu Tian’s strength was significantly higher than Ding Huo’s; he had no reason to cower.

If the Third District could truly break the deadlock, it would mean the entirety of Hubei County had been opened up. Compared to the Second District, which was entirely mountainous, and the First District, located at the junction of Ludong and Hubei, the Third District held a more vital geographical position and was in even greater need of armed reinforcement.

Beside him stood a person draped in wide, black robes, wearing a menacing bronze mask. Their hair was a tangled mess, yet their aura was as unfathomable as the deep sea.

"What... is this..." The Dead Infant looked at everything before him in disbelief, a sense of foreboding flooding his heart.

When Hua Qingyi was asked this by Situ Jiannan, he answered without reservation: "I do indeed suspect that the murderer is someone else, but whether that is truly the case will require investigation before I can draw a conclusion."

A single division shouldering the defense of an entire army, or even a corps, was an incredibly arduous task for any unit. There were seven or eight thousand wounded soldiers in the rear waiting to be transported, while the other units that were supposed to share the burden of the blockade had already withdrawn.

The youthful-looking elder was just about to speak when a sudden "bang" came from within. Out ran a man who seemed half-mad, holding a wine flask in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, shouting, "Who, who is looking for my disciple?" After saying this, he took a long, bubbling swig from the flask.

Hua Qingyi’s words caused the man called Hu Yilian to blush with shame. This embarrassed Hu Yilian suddenly turned to anger; he had just suffered grievances at the Qitong Mansion, and now he had run into these two blind fools, Hua Qingyi and Xie Nianyi. If he couldn't beat Situ Wan, surely he could handle these two wine-peddlers?

Mo Ziyun had everything packed and ready, his eyes lingering constantly on Lin Meimian, his lips pressed tightly shut.

Zhen Zihang channeled his spiritual energy, and the white jade bowl tilted. As it spun within the sea of fire, a pool of clear water sprayed out, repelling the flames and forming a sphere of water around the bowl. At this moment, it was not the bowl holding the water, but the water holding the bowl.

At the entrance to the cave were Modijia Sha, Zuojia Hesi, Boliaosi, and two Xiyue elders—five in total. As for Ye Tian, Wan Xiaotian, Shang Yitong, Yun Ling, and Zixuan, they were trapped in the cell, their path of retreat cut off by the magic dragon.

"Communicate more, and figure out what is going on," Jiang Lingxin said to Yun Yifei after a moment of contemplation.

"Sister, how did your maid develop such a venomous tongue?" A glimmer of sharpness flashed briefly in Wan Xiaoru's eyes as she gazed at Wan Bingning with an expression of feigned surprise.

"Tianxing, continue, continue!" Chi Zui saw this and spoke with excitement; he was even more expectant of the high-level city wall.

Yang Ling was not very familiar with this place, so he left the navigation entirely to Old Man Luo. Since it was a city on the water, the cost of living was naturally not on the same level as other cities; prices were at least double those of Qingshan Town. Fortunately, Yang Ling had brought plenty of money this time; never mind just playing here, he could live here for five or six years without any issues.

There were only three students in the entire class who were the same age as Liu Xing, but none of them had come. Everyone else was several years older than him. He remembered that in the fifth grade, there had been a transfer student from another village who was already 17—a full six years older than him.

"It looks like I’ll have to go to the city for a check-up." Yang Ling made up his mind. Although he was a doctor, his clinic lacked the necessary equipment. Perhaps a large hospital in the city would lead to some special discovery.

Ru Ruoming walked up to Jialiluokou and suddenly extended a fair, graceful hand. Her fingers danced slightly in the air, and her perfect hand instantly cast numerous delicate finger shadows. Yadong, Lehuan, and the others noticed her movements and fell silent, watching her actions with great curiosity.

It was likely that Xie Baobao's scream had alerted those outside the room. Just as he managed to suppress the inner demon, voices of greeting came from outside the door.

"I came here today because I wanted to go for a stroll and see how you were doing. I’ve looked around and feel that you have changed quite a bit. The children are sensible, and you are all hardworking. I believe you will find prosperity in this homestead; the hardships are only temporary."

Looking at the fragment, Lang Hongxiang’s brow furrowed slightly. What use could such a fragment have? However, he wondered what the "Holy Weapon" mentioned by the Purple Heaven Thunder Lord truly was. Could it be something even beyond a Divine Artifact?

"Haha! You don't understand; these murals might very well be the reason why this place was built in the first place," Liren said to him with a smile.

The third brother only hurled insults and refrained from attacking. He knew full well that hitting someone injured the flesh, while hurling insults injured the heart; compared to the two, the latter was far more damaging. Thus, he feigned the behavior of a gentleman, only using his tongue and not his fists. Of course, this was only because Li Lin dared not resist; if he had dared to fight back, the "gentlemanly" third brother would have immediately revealed his true colors.