Chapter 32

Everyone trembled as they gazed upon the man approaching on a majestic steed. He possessed an imposing physique and a dignified countenance; his eyes shone like cold stars, his arched eyebrows were as dark as lacquer, and his voice resonated with grandeur. With a broad chest and an aura of invincibility, he seemed a man whom ten thousand could not withstand.

From the creature’s belly, blood continued to well up, accompanied by the persistent flickering of a violet light. Ye Fanhong was all too familiar with this glow; it was unmistakably the light of the violet jade arrow.

“Tell me, what are your terms for leaving him?” Jiang Lu forced herself to remain calm. She told herself: you have endured so much before, you can surely handle this, too. Isn't it just money? If that is what she wants, let her have it. As long as she is willing to walk away, the amount does not matter.

However, the guards at the passageway remained motionless, their expressions growing even more tense. What frustrated Na Tie even more was that the Concentrated Spirit experts hiding within had also heightened their vigilance, making it quite difficult for him to slip past them unnoticed.

“No, I must intervene.” Tang Tang knew this day would come, and she had been preparing for it all along.

Of course, the protectors did not realize that Pan Long was responsible for the incident. From their perspective, Kong Ji had engaged in a struggle with the intruder, and the latter was obliterated by her in an instant. Consequently, the arriving protectors of the Shuiye Sect stared at Kong Ji with expressions of sheer terror.

Despite being ever-compliant with Lin Bixiao, President Bi Qianmo felt he had to stand firmly on principle in this matter.

Since we cannot wake up or have breakfast together, I have prepared a table of delicacies with my own hands, so that throughout your morning, your body and soul will be suffused with my essence.

Violent surges of energy suddenly tore through the void, descending upon the scene.

“Hiss, that was a ruthless blow.” Zhang Yi frowned as he looked at the blood seeping from his shoulder. Even a light touch caused a stinging pain. He pulled his clothes aside to prevent them from sticking to the wound; for now, that was all he could do, as he had no way to apply medicine or bandages.

After Zhang Lin’s words faded, more white snowflakes began to drift from the sky. Both the knights and the citizens were stunned, for aside from the distant Irithyll, which remained perpetually frozen, such weather never occurred in the city of Lothric.

The True Gods on the ground watched Song Zheng gradually vanish into the forbidden realm; they exchanged glances and retreated in unison.

“Indeed, this is a grand event for the Department of Chinese Music at our Imperial Conservatory of Music; we must not let Mr. Zhou Yi down!” Cui Shifang nodded repeatedly.

This display of rudeness caused Yue Shisan to frown. Since he had been temporarily assigned to Zhang Yi’s side, Zhang Yi was his master for the duration. As the saying goes, a master’s humiliation is the servant’s death, and Yue Shisan cast a cold, menacing glare at Shi Xiang.

To the common people, the White Lotus Sect seemed like a behemoth, but compared to the likes of the Celestial Master Dao or the Star-Moon Palace, it was far inferior. It lacked the power to defy the imperial court and, in a certain sense, was even dependent upon it.

Bai Zhenhe had hit a wall. Moreover, Ban Gongxie was of a higher generation and seniority, and his words held great weight. Compared to this crafty old fox, Bai Zhenhe’s cultivation was lacking, and he retreated with a sheepish smile.

Suddenly, he heard an unusual sound. Curious, he rose from his bed, ignoring his nakedness, and opened the door. Under the moonlight, in an open space, an elderly man stood holding a long axe. His movements were as still as a crouching tiger, as dynamic as a soaring dragon, as fluid as drifting clouds, and as swift as lightning, seeking to exhaust the transformations of heaven and earth and probe the mysteries of creation.

Everyone knew the story of “buying horse bones for a thousand gold” that Guo Wei told King Zhao of Yan during the Warring States period, and it was naturally difficult to refute.

“How many months until winter?” Tai Sui asked as he walked to a tin bucket in the corner. He opened it, tasted the rainwater inside, tossed in two pieces of caustic soda he had traded for on the road, and began gathering firewood to boil water.

Li Yuemei did not pay much attention to Chen Junliang’s words. After all, even if the suspects were captured, it was a matter for the Public Security Bureau. As long as their disciplinary inspection team recovered the corrupt officials and every cent of the illegally seized state assets, their mission would be considered a success.

The mission for the three, six, and nine was simple: block the retreat of these fellows and kill anyone who tried to escape.

Yan Yun visited another stall. He noticed a bone dagger on the ground that looked particularly striking; it was several times larger than an average iron dagger, with a simple rope wrapped around the handle to provide a better grip.

Wu Kai heard that his gun had arrived. Without hesitation, he replied, “Then send it over together! Call me when the car arrives.” With that, he said goodbye to Geng Zhong and hung up.

Lin Qingxuan said, “That monster is a strange giant snake, and the treasure is the Millennium Spiritual Milk!” He immediately provided a detailed account of what had happened.

Ouyang Luo took the jade tablet and pressed it against his forehead. He projected a thread of divine sense into it, and indeed, it recorded: Lin Qingxuan, male, inner disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Qingyun Sect.

Bai Hua Zhen held her sister with her left hand while her right hand gripped the edge of the pit; otherwise, the two would have fallen into the hole leading to the seabed.

This was the first time Han Ningxin had truly felt pure, unadulterated care from the Extreme Flame Demon. She smiled sweetly, knelt down properly, and bowed to him.

Upon reaching the head of the bridge, Yi Qiu glanced at the stone sword thrust into the ground and saw four large characters carved upon it.

Seeing these two characters, Pei Feng was instantly stunned. Hard-body training? Wasn't that an external martial art? Xiao Banxian was a master of internal arts; why would he suggest that he practice external training?