Volume 1 Chapter 41: Candor

Teacher Peach must still be a bit disoriented from having only recently regained consciousness, which explains why she is having such strange thoughts.

Old Patriarch Ji spoke bluntly. Unlike those from the Qingshan Sect, he now regarded Ji Xuelian and Ji Xuefei as his own children.

Insecure, Lin Yuna held tight to the equally insecure Choi Soo-na, as if afraid she might tumble away. Choi Soo-na did not resist; on the contrary, she remained quite still, her cold, emotionless eyes fixed intently on Wu Yanqing, all her defenses and vigilance directed solely at him.

"How many times must I tell you? Do not call me 'Trash.' Call me 'Brother Qing' or 'Brother Zheng'." He looked at the three great spirits hiding behind him with an exhausted expression, feeling as though his warnings throughout the journey had been completely in vain.

Ryan had no choice but to down the rest of his wine. He placed the empty glass on the tray held by the attendant and hissed through his teeth as he drew in a sharp breath.

Having reached this point, Luo Sheng had thoroughly solidified his foundation and completed all preparations for promotion to the Silver Tier. Therefore, after the tenth Q&A session concluded, Luo Sheng requested the advancement from Kunier.

Ryan’s smile faded slightly. There was little pity left in his eyes as he looked at Kelly. Why?

Having just been born, she had yet to grasp these concepts clearly, yet she had already felt them.

To what extent had those martial artists who had long been hidden throughout human history truly evolved?

If Lee Jae-hyun could discover that he was the murderer of Im Tae-hee, what about other conglomerates even more powerful than CJ?

Furthermore, with the Yangping Pass—a strategic location easy to defend and difficult to attack—blocking the Wei army's advance, and the convenient supply lines of Hanzhong, it was effortless to transport military equipment, provisions, and arrows to reinforce the pass.

After chatting for a while, Wu Yan and Zhang Yifan took their leave. Before departing, they told Wu Yan they had moved out and would contact him once they had settled into the Huangdao Sect. Wu Yan also asked them to keep an eye out for the recipe for Yangsang wine, claiming he had a friend who enjoyed brewing and had entrusted him to inquire about it.

Fortunately, the Ancient Buddha Burning Lamp seized the opportunity. His keen gaze caught a flaw in the formation space, and a triumphant smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Before dawn the next day, Ziying and Jing Ke were placed into an ornate carriage by Meng Jia and sent to the Xianyang Palace.

With the combination of the Ice-Flame Banner and the mutated wood-boring worms, even someone as strong as Feng Xinglie would have no path to survival. After all, while Feng Xinglie’s soul could resist the worms, the Ice-Flame Banner’s external control could unleash a powerful icy force to freeze everything about him, plunging him into a state of unconsciousness.

Several servants immediately hoisted the unconscious one-eyed man and followed Young Master Qing as they turned and fled in disgrace.

Lee Seung-gye smiled at her as well and, following the young man's gesture, found a seat.

"The doctor has already seen him. He said it’s a combination of excessive worry and a cold; he won't be better for a while," Liu Xin replied.

Upon Elder Mao’s suggestion, Wu Yan painfully agreed. During the few months he had spent with Elder Mao, the elder had treated him well, explaining the relationships between the four sects and various matters of etiquette, always showing great enthusiasm toward him. After the three of them searched the area again, they still found nothing.

"Since you don't trust me, there is no need to say anything," Cui Muren said, deliberately teasing his impatient nature.

After passing through the shores of the dead, we entered another stone chamber. According to the records on the Demon Kingdom’s mechanisms left behind by the Witch-Gu King, we were only one final barrier away from the Demon Kingdom.

We discovered that their bodies were truly bizarre; unlike ordinary people, they lacked several of their internal organs.

Wu Xiaoxia was still wearing the hip-hugging skirt from yesterday, and Fang Meng was wearing the same clothes she had changed into the night before. Her miniskirt was hiked up to her waist, leaving the scenery beneath it fully exposed to my view.

"You rich people are just different. You talk about six-thousand-dollar wine as if it’s nothing. I've never even seen wine that expensive; this cheap stuff is more my speed." Shen Lin sighed and took another sip of her drink.

Hong Dou also hung up the phone. Her best friend beside her shuddered, complaining that it was so cheesy it made her skin crawl.

It is said that in order to escape a certain mosquito-like celestial being, he scurried and burrowed around, eventually stumbling into a time machine... and finally ending up as a bumbling vice-captain of the Shinsengumi in Gensokyo.

Mu Sheng was startled inwardly. This was the first time he had heard such things, and he had not expected the final Dao-integration and ascension to be so perilous. Though filled with dread, he did not let it show on his face.

"Four thousand 'liao'?" Hearing Le Tian say this, all the craftsmen were shocked, their jaws dropping in disbelief.

Liu Huaiyong’s lips curled as he said, "Excellent. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to stretch my limbs." With that, he called out to Old Zhang, "Sword, come!" The sword in Old Zhang’s hand broke free from its scabbard and flew directly into Liu Huaiyong’s grip.

In an instant, the world grew dim, and then, as if countless specks of light were swirling in like meteors, the scene before them suddenly brightened again.

"You blockhead, you idiot, why are you grabbing my pig leg... why... I... I am a pig..." The toad spirit had not reacted at first, but seeing Lu Fan clutching the wild boar's hind leg, he shouted in anger. Yet, as he spoke, he sensed something was wrong, and even his speech began to stutter.

Lu Fan put on his long robe and smoothed out the wrinkles, his movements unhurried and graceful. Set against the moon-white gown, he appeared all the more ethereal, handsome, and otherworldly.