Volume 1, Chapter 41: Xiaxia, I can't hold on anymore...

Ji Shu felt her body tremble for a fleeting moment. Everything Xu Xingyuan said to Jiang Suqing afterward became a blur she could no longer comprehend. Her mind went blank, and a persistent buzzing filled her ears, as if something had muffled her senses, leaving her with nothing but numbness and a sense of detachment. Her subconscious urged her to flee this place, yet her feet seemed to have lost all control, drawing her toward them of their own accord.

Jiang Suqing was startled upon seeing her. Clutching her chest, she exclaimed, "Ji Shu, are you trying to scare me to death by sneaking up on me like that?"

Ji Shu stared at her with a vacant expression. After a brief period of stupor, her eyes regained focus and shifted toward Jiang Suqing’s phone screen.

As for Saru, a man already brimming with suspicion, the mere mention of taking her away would, given his personality, surely lead him to kill Mimi.

Fu Si did not immediately grasp what this meant, but as the realization hit him, his face paled, and he hurriedly stepped aside.

The group at the table, all dressed in gray Taoist robes, were likely disciples of the Changjin Temple. For a third-rate sect, they were remarkably tactless, discussing the martial arts summit with such brazen disregard.

Ye Fei lowered his head. "Yes." He then retreated to the side, thinking, It wasn't me he helped, could the Prince have misunderstood?

"But..." kind-hearted Kashiu hesitated, uncertain if they were truly good people.

Hearing Huangpu Jue’s words, the maids who had previously harbored improper thoughts about him were struck with terror and immediately abandoned all such fantasies.

The Prince was clinging to Feng Ning without a shred of regard for his own image, as if he feared that should she leave his embrace, some dire disaster might befall her... Given the need to summon Elder Yue Wutuo, and observing the situation, it appeared she had been poisoned.

Gu Chen admired this unpretentious side of Lin Ruoya; even when her faults were pointed out, she would not quibble but would instead admit to them immediately.

Because Shen Aotian loathed the Jiang woman, her status within the estate had become increasingly insignificant.

Over a hundred people from the earthen city arrived at the graveyard. The male corpse was laid upon a pile of long-discarded timber, and they waited to burn it, awaiting only the word of their elder.

The Ancient Heaven-Swallowing Python opened its hideous, blood-stained maw once more. Before Ning Lang and the others could realize their movements had slowed, the beast launched its attack, a beam of black demonic energy pouring forth from its throat.

Wen Ci opened her mouth to eat, and true enough, the numbness in her tongue began to fade. However, the sense of grievance in her heart lingered, and she collapsed against Lu Zhi’s shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

In this way, Yun Yao would certainly not be willing to hand over the inheritance and the quasi-saint pill to allow the Yun clan members to ascend.

"That must be the owner of the cat cafe. I’ve seen the license plate of that sports car before," a photographer suddenly remarked.

A dark shadow flashed by, and Zhi Nian’s body slammed heavily against the wall, sent flying by a single palm strike from Shen Aotian.

Yet, if Jin Yuanbao were capable of cultivation, it meant that the inheritance held by Su Yunliang was far from ordinary.

The voices of his seven disciples—Jiang Chen, Gan Tang, Jiang Keran, and the others—suddenly echoed in Ning Lang’s ears. Clasping his chest, Ning Lang looked toward the direction from which the sounds originated.

Ever since entering Su Yunliang’s sea of consciousness, he had felt something was wrong, haunted by a profound sense of impending crisis.

Leaning against the wall to catch his breath, he had not expected to be spotted from over a thousand meters away just by glancing at that person. It seemed the task he had agreed to was indeed thorny, but he had no intention of giving up. Now that he had located the target, the next step was to devise a plan.

Liu Tuo, relying solely on himself while in the Marrow-Refining stage, had defeated a terrifying green-skinned behemoth that was at the threshold of the Perfect Body-Tempering realm.

Having realized this early on, he did not doubt for a second that Jiang Ling had the motive to help the Fortress Master eliminate the two men. From the moment Jiang Ling began speaking with the Fortress Master, he had remained on guard against him.

Zheng Xueqing walked over, spread out the map from his bag, and pointed to their current location.

Fortunately, as the Bat King crossed a sword scar on the ground, a blue light erupted from the cave, instantly solidifying into an ice wall that trapped the Bat King firmly inside. I was overjoyed; this must have been a defensive measure left behind by Xue Jinran when he departed from Xia Saifeng’s side. It was a tremendous help.

"Lie still, you might have a fracture." Caitlin gently steadied Jace’s shoulder. Although Jace was wearing a bulletproof vest, taking a shot at such close range was no less impactful than being struck by a heavy hammer.

The sword-shaped stele core had retreated into the old man's brow the moment the master and disciple were intercepted by the national emblem core. As soon as their feet touched the ground, the master tugged at his disciple to bow in salute. In this modern age, the kowtow was not particularly common, though some masters who clung to the old ways still insisted on it.

Qi Yu shouted in a low voice, unleashing his full speed as he vanished from Yuan Tian’s sight. The wooden staff struck the ground, causing the stone floor to crack for dozens of meters around like a falling meteorite, sending shattered rocks flying in every direction with the force of bullets.

Chang Xin thought, If only Mother could see her own beauty, how wonderful that would be? As she pondered, she felt a wave of exhaustion and, without realizing it, drifted off to sleep while leaning against Ye Wanhong.

Cao Cao hurriedly shook his head, scrambled to his feet, and brushed the dust from his backside, retreating a few steps with a shy, fearful air.

In its massive maw lay a blood-drenched wild chicken, letting out feeble, mournful cries.

The departure of Garrison Commander Yue Zhong and about a hundred soldiers from the city caused little stir in Gu’an. For, just as Yue Zhong rode out, many soldiers and civilians saw Xiao Jinxian on horseback, with Yue Qianqiu lazily following behind as they patrolled the city.

Bai Yi nodded. He knew what the New City would look like in the future, and because he knew, he understood its importance better than anyone.

Liu Fei waved his sleeve, creating a strange new space that isolated the pressure, allowing everyone to recover from their paralysis.

Commander Hu had nothing to do; his duty was to guard the Star Sea Lake, but given that such a massive event had occurred, he felt it was his duty as a witness to go.

The Vibranium sword gave him a sense of "danger," and without hesitation, he retreated a few steps, narrowly evading Chen Kan’s blade.

"Because it’s embarrassing," Nuonuo made a face. Realizing Yue Qianqiu could not see her, she playfully tugged at her brother’s ear and let out a soft hum.

Helping Lin Mo'er put it on, and taking advantage of the fact that her friends were still cultivating atop the Phoenix Cry Terrace, Chu Ming quickly led Lin Mo'er away from the area.

Admittedly, whether in the martial world or the world at large, there were schemes, plots, and deceit, but that was not the entirety of the world. Just like last night—if the two had remained suspicious of one another, neither would have been able to rest properly. A night or two might be manageable, but over time, it would be unbearable, and Chen Xian had been trapped in exactly that state.

Wu Hen and Hua Yunfei also recovered from their shock. They, too, had felt palpitations from the terrifying aura; it was not a suppression of cultivation, but a suppression that reached into the heart and the very bloodline.

This "Heavenly Eye" is all a matter of a single thought. Many spend thousands or tens of thousands of years trying to cultivate it, yet you opened it so easily—truly a prodigy.

As for the progression of events, apart from the initial shock Chu Ming felt, everything else proceeded just as it had when he used the power of the Demon Spirit Lotus; there were no other changes.

This scene was caught by Xiao Zhicang, who was sitting at the table opposite. He furrowed his faint brows, a glint flashing in his pupils, as he remained composed.