Volume 1, Chapter 42: Securing the First Victory

After Li Qingxue nodded in agreement, Jiang Yao hurried away from the courtyard.

Du Ruobai drew closer to Jiang Yao's painting, tilted his head to study it for a moment, and shook his head in incomprehension.

Four or five days was actually quite a long time. Every day, Chen Ming stood guard beside the massive wine pool, personally stepping into the pool each time to lead everyone in completing the task.

Although both he and Yue Hongling were indeed injured and exhausted at the moment, and desperately needed rest, their injuries were not too severe; taking some medicinal pills and spending time in meditation to rest was quite sufficient.

Many people glanced back at the village where they had lived for the better part of their lives, feeling a greater or lesser degree of reluctance to leave.

Half a year ago, within the territory of the White Tiger clan, someone from the Lynx clan invaded and killed the clan leader, then entered the clan's forbidden grounds.

However, this matter could not be acted upon rashly, especially since he was currently in the Ten Directions World and remained a person of high interest.

"Hello! Good day! Lele Housekeeping Agency," the spicy girl said politely into the microphone.

The Fire God possessed wide-area damage capabilities; breaking through the encirclement while carrying the two of them should present no problem.

As for the Blood God Cult, it was unclear whether the parting words left behind by Zhao Changhe had taken effect, or if Xia Chichi's declaration that no one was allowed to steal her target had worked. In any case, even though everyone knew he was in Sword Lake City, no one came looking for trouble. Other enemies—whether from the Cui family or Listening Snow Tower—did not reappear either, and the three days passed in tranquil peace.

When Xia Chichi called the red clothing tacky, it was simply the harsh judgment of a rival in love. In reality, Yue Hongling's red attire was bold and dashing, while the red ceremonial robes of the Vermilion Bird and the Winged Fire Serpent possessed an eerie, mystical allure; far from being tacky, they were both striking and beautiful.

Right now, his Stone-Forging technique had reached a bottleneck and could not be broken through. He wanted to see if he could draw parallels with other demonic arts, much like he had done with the Stone-Shattering technique.

Suddenly, the various immortals and deities across the Primordial Land perceived a shift in the heavens and earth. The heavenly secrets became obscure, their primordial spirits grew dim, and they all began to divine the future. Realizing that a monumental upheaval was about to befall the universe, they each sealed their mountain gates, plunging the vast Primordial Land into a state of profound peace and silence.

A thought stirred in Qin Gu's heart. Based on her intuition from contacting countless souls, the owner of this lingering remnant soul was... a young maiden.

Achieving her current results also relied heavily on White Fang's unsparing instruction and training; otherwise, the Night organization would likely have few even among the Chunin, let alone Jonin.

This was the first time Wang Shen had employed a stratagem since taking command, so his heart inevitably fluttered with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.

Yang Yi had no idea what to do, and Princess Sophie had even less of an idea. She could only follow Yang Yi back to their previous cabin. After a moment of silence, Yang Yi closed his eyes—he simply had no mood left to exchange banter with Princess Sophie. He remained deeply worried about Furman and Gretel, and not just them, but Locke County as well.

However, his aura now clearly manifested the cultivation level of the Great Circle of Qi Refining. Such a facade still had its uses for him in certain aspects; the most direct benefit was that it could deceive prying eyes and lower other people's guard against him.

Seeing their eager expressions and the coldness directed at him, Guobao knew that apart from venting their anger on behalf of the Tiannan immortal cultivation world, they also intended to use his defeat as a stepping stone to elevate their own reputations.

"In that case, wouldn't it be much safer to stay with everyone?" Bao Zongqi asked in astonishment, looking around at the group.

Tianxuanzi took a deep breath. The true qi within his body resonated with the vital energy of nature, causing his internal circulation to quicken and his body to feel remarkably lighter. He brushed his hand against the rock wall and drifted toward one side. Before he could even plant his feet, a thick, dark arm thrust out from the stone wall, grabbed Tianxuanzi by the ankle, and violently hurled him against the opposite cliff face.