Volume One, Chapter 62: Reaping What One Has Sown

Liu Dazhuang had barely been released before he swaggered back in, his face brimming with pride. She was as pale as a sheet, her lips trembling slightly, words forming yet unable to escape her throat, her body shivering gently. Suddenly, Li Xiang, who had caught the faintest sound, turned his head—just in time to glimpse a blurred flash of green slicing through the air, striking from behind the three of them. He could never have imagined that Mo Beisheng would dare, right in the great hall and before his very eyes, to kill his son outright.

Pursuing love passionately is no fault, especially since Jiang Lin had been single at the time. Emperor Kangjian merely watched in silence; most of those on the imperial court existed to balance the empire, little more than tools. “Madam Hu, I advise you not to overstep. Some things may be done but not spoken, others may be spoken but must never be done. Do not break these taboos, lest you die not knowing how,” the Daoist in blue threatened, his words sharp and menacing.

Li Xiang launched relentless attacks, the numbness in her arm and her agitated mood finally alerting Chen Yanqing to the underlying issue. Lightning flickered along the edge of the Interpreter’s blade, strengthening each blow and sending faint currents through her body with every clash of swords. When she finished, Shangguan Xiyue glanced contentedly at Mo Beisheng. Wushuang never bothered to argue with anyone, often responding with silence. Though she cared little for others' words, it still pained her. With Mo Beisheng present, she needn’t worry that Wushuang might be outmatched in a battle of wits.

“If it truly is the work of local powers, what could their motive possibly be?” Chen Yan asked, puzzled. The soft, persistent slapping of bare feet against the floor made it hard to discern what exactly she was angry about. Gu Feng’s sudden insight was no accident; from his first encounter with herbs at the Alchemical Immortal Sect to now, he had pursued the Dao of Alchemy for a full five years.

Confronted by the mighty lightsaber, the Sword Elder did not stand idle. He slowly closed his eyes, raised both hands, and the blood-red robe draped over him seemed all the more striking.

Within all the clans of Yangzhou, the direct bloodlines carried the Yang family’s heritage. Over time, as everyone changed their surnames to Yang, their mindset gradually shifted, and they began to truly see themselves as members of the Yang family. “Come on, let’s find him in the school!” Old Lin led the way, guiding the other two through the familiar halls. After weaving through corridors, they soon arrived at a classroom. Meanwhile, Purple Wood Pupil and the Swallow Swordmaiden cleared the obstacles; the youths and Suo Anni lay unconscious at the heart of the ruined stone forest. And so our gaze must turn eastward, toward the distant Sahua Continent where Moya dwells.

Though Gu Feng’s primordial spirit entered the Soul Tree, it still carried his essence and blood. “Shameless, utterly shameless!” Wu Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but recall their last conversation, her facial muscles twitching. “Acting under orders?” Master Long and Long Tianxing’s expressions changed in unison—who could possibly command someone of Blood Blade King’s power and status?

Aside from Bebe, who had recently reached the rank of cosmic overlord, the members of the Supreme Team had once again grown stronger. What’s more, the two figures before them were engaged in a battle above the Nine Heavens, in the midst of the stars; the aftermath sent stars tumbling from the Milky Way like raindrops.

Su Xiao kept calling out, while the Sha Infant circled the pattern, stepping steadily closer: Kun Two Palace, Qian Six Palace, Dui Seven Palace, Kun Two again, Li Nine Palace, Xun Four Palace, Zhen Three Palace, Gen Eight Palace—Central Palace was within reach, just one more step. “Let me show you—you’ll be astonished, trust me!” Emperor Hongzhi winked at Li Li, looking every bit the mischievous elder. “Haha, you two brothers haven’t seen each other in years. Have a good chat, I’ll help in the kitchen,” Grandpa said after tidying up. He added a few pieces of charcoal, then left the living room.

Why choose this? The reason was simple: Li Li was skilled at it. In his previous life, he’d stood out among thousands at the company, rising directly to PR manager—a talent not gained by mere boasting. He could easily form a major mobile phone manufacturing company, capable of operating independently. But for the Dawn Group, working in the same building made management even more efficient.

Su Xuan was never fond of scheming, but since this fellow enjoyed it so much, Su Xuan had no qualms about swallowing him whole. He might lack the means in the imperial capital, but Honghai was his own domain. Li Li surmised that Wang Hua’s practical skills owed much to the prevailing atmosphere in Great Ming. As Confucius said, “Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.”

Jin Junxian felt he might faint—what kind of people were these? His arrogance stemmed from believing he controlled the situation, but Su Xuan had just sent someone flying with a single kick, something he’d never even considered possible. After pondering for a while, Li Yu set aside his thoughts, preferring to listen to the departments’ reports before making plans.

After so much time and effort invested into the machine tool research, the results were finally tangible—how could Lin Tian not be excited? Early that morning, the once quiet and low-profile Marquis Jing’an’s residence suddenly bustled with activity.

Lai Yue shook his head miserably, wishing he could shrink into a quail and hide in a corner, unseen by anyone. “Hero, we have no enmity—why speak so harshly and even seek my life? Do you not know that I am now a disciple of the Dark Healers?” Shi Quan wanted to test if the Dark Healers’ name held any weight. “What’s there to fear? I beat you every time!” Nie Tianlei declared, his arrogance unrestrained.

Through the thick ice, at the heart of the glacier, sat a graceful youth in meditation, eyes closed and perfectly still, the cold air pouring into his body.