Volume One, Chapter 76: Dividing the Rooms

Getting married without holding a wedding is nothing short of hooliganism!

Wang Ma’s face was tinged with embarrassment. Though she too disapproved of Yin Luo, with Chen Mu and Jiang Chu at the table, it felt wholly inappropriate for a housekeeper to dine alongside them.

Very little was known about the Kingdom of Peach; only a few martial artists who traveled frequently had any inkling of its affairs.

Opportunity stood before them. If one could seize it, and achieve direct enlightenment and transcendence like Fu Qingyuan, rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns though it might be, it was not wholly impossible.

“It’s all that bastard Ma Jianqing’s fault. If not for him, Shengsheng wouldn’t have suffered so much,” Mother Yu said through gritted teeth.

A thunderous crash resounded behind him. Lin Yu clenched his fists tightly, holding back tears and refusing to turn around.

Mengqi stared at him blankly. He truly had no desire to discuss these fighting techniques any further; he had already explained them countless times.

The conference room was now utterly silent. Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Judge Lü. No one understood what was happening; had there been a new discovery?

Yet all these matters were mere records. In the past ten thousand years, there had never been a simultaneous appearance of the Pure Yang True Body and the Pure Yin Immaculate Body. Such theoretical knowledge, lacking practical proof, seemed meaningless.

Huo Feng must have been genuinely thirsty. Though he did not like Ning Zaozao, he still lowered his head and drank a little more water.

But the demonic energy in this person unleashed tremendous potential, allowing him to kill his opponent in an instant.

It turned out that after their last parting, Gale Wind, together with his sister Man Zhi and his younger sister Rui Xue, buried their elder brother and sought a secluded place. Deep in the mountains, they chanced upon the Three Friends of Year’s End.

“Thank you for exaggerating, boss!” Shi Bing, usually cold-faced, unexpectedly allowed a hint of a smile to creep in at Fang Li’s words.

From yesterday afternoon until late at night, intermittent torrential rains swept the Ji border region. Near the Jade Peak Mountain and Linhe Township, the downpour was even heavier. One-third of the training ground was transformed into a mire of yellow mud, the deepest spots submerging the ankles.

“If it comes to it, I’ll just wander outside and see the scenery from every corner. Isn’t that a way of life too? Ha…” The hollow laughter grated on Yun’s nerves.

In the distance, the roar of engines and the glare of headlights were clearly audible as Japanese military vehicles thundered down the highway from north to south.

Zi Mo’er was feverishly digging for silver coins, her excitement evident as she shouted incessantly.

Just as Lena and the dwarves came upon each other unexpectedly, a new guest arrived at Fang Li’s lordly manor.

To put Ning Yu at ease and stop her from worrying, Fu Yan deliberately spoke with a swagger.

“Well said. This matter must be handled by Tan Lin,” Sikong Yun remarked, glancing at Tan Lin seated quietly in the corner.

So-called sacrifice meant using the lives of others as offerings in exchange for temporary power. There were two types of sacrifices: the ordinary kind, where the sacrificer killed the offering by hand, absorbing the negative energy released just before death to fulfill the ritual.

He opened his mouth wide in astonishment, so much so that even the camera veered off course. “Are you still there, Ma Guoming?” came a call from the camera.

The old woman paused, stealing a glance at Ji Yun. She first caught sight of the fair arm, and the marks upon it made her blush.

Zhuang Yuan was oblivious to the real reason, but this accident delivered a harsh warning to him, who had yet to fully commit himself to abandoning his ambitions.