Volume One, Chapter 74: Destined for a Tragic Ending

Jiang Ning crossed her legs, the slipper dangling from her toes and swaying gently. Her smile was radiant, captivating, brimming with allure. For a moment, Lu Cheng felt as if he had been transported back to when they first met. She was so beautiful, so enchanting—a delicate, flower-like young woman who could reveal her thorns at any moment.

“So, how can I be sure you’re not competing with me for Su Ze’s affection?” Furong teased coquettishly, her laughter light and playful.

“If I give you money, will you give me the seeds I want?” Qi Ran eyed the person before her, hand moving slightly, hoping they would take the pouch away.

Back when he’d been rewarded, Jiraiya had indeed told him to come find him “in a bit,” but before he’d had the chance, Ino had dragged him off for barbecue. After that, he’d completely forgotten Jiraiya’s words.

Petals of peach blossom spun down from the trees, landing lightly on her hair and fragrant shoulders, reluctant to fall all the way to the earth.

“Gu Nanxiao, when did you develop this habit of eavesdropping on others?” Yi Fei pretended to be angry as she spoke.

He must have heard about what happened a couple of days ago by now; he was always reasonable, weighing right and wrong in everything.

“This…” Yu Lingche looked at Yuge, unwilling to deceive her, yet not wanting to cause her pain. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

Though Shi Hao had never been there, the legends had long echoed throughout every corner of the Eastern Divine Continent.

“In other words, Yuge is practically staking her life on this romance,” Tian Jingyu remarked, watching the two, pouring himself a glass of water and savoring it slowly.

A complex formula began to glow, borne by vital energy, merging into Dao Xuan’s body. In an instant, Dao Xuan felt a sudden flash of insight, as if something inside him had been unlocked. He understood the formula completely—what it was, and why it was so.

Chen Banknote fixed Liu Xing with a sharp gaze, wishing he could slap him a few times to teach him a lesson. After all, he was Liu Xing’s boss.

After hearing Mo Shangqing’s words, Lu Chen fell into deep thought. He himself had once been favored by the ruins; if he hadn’t accidentally stumbled into the Daoist Sect’s ruins and received their legacy, he wouldn’t be where he was today. He understood well the impact a powerful inheritance could have on a cultivator.

“I’ve always been Second Master Jiang’s weapon,” Chu Huainan said with a smile, pressing his cigarette butt into the ashtray. “But there’s no point in debating it. Whether you’re the weapon or the one wielding it, as long as you’re the last one standing, that’s enough.”

“What are you thinking about?” Entering the room, Zhan Liuyun saw Wang Fengying sitting on the bed, lost in thought. He walked over, slipped his arm around her, and asked with a smile.

Huang Ren’s actions were instantly noticed by one of the inner disciples.

With the Mangekyō Sharingan awakened, the Third Hokage had already informed Kakashi about Orochimaru’s infiltration during the Chūnin Exams. After all, in today’s Konoha—especially among the Hokage’s circle—there were few combatants who could compare to the legendary Sannin. Kakashi, with his Mangekyō, was now indispensable.

The newly gathered power of faith immediately clustered together, completely surrounding Ye Feng.

Lu Chen, meanwhile, ignored everything else, focusing all his attention on Xuan Yuan Shizi’s body.

Hearing Fang Aiyu speak like this, Chu Huainan dared not argue further. He simply nodded and headed for the bedroom.

Chu Huainan had always been this way, and so had Xu Youran. Nangong Yue was no exception. All those inexplicable actions—love was always to blame.

She suddenly understood why he had insisted she say something earlier: he had been too nervous. When people are overly tense, silence becomes unbearable, and any further provocation feels unbearable—so much so, she could almost hear her own heart pounding, as if it might leap from her chest.